Tried to include all the tags. Work of total fiction. All characters are of age.
This was going to be in part of an erotic scifi story I’m writing, but I’m thinking now it doesn’t quite fit. For context, Xihera is a new military recruit for an espionage division of the planetary military, specifically for human women to seduce alien enemies and breed super-soldiers. This is her first day at the training academy.
Futuristic, Sci-Fi erotica. Think super kinky Star Trek.
There are some alien species mentioned, etc. If you have any questions feel free to comment and I’ll do my best to answer!
**Hucow Academy**
The morning of her first day at the Academy began like any other. Except this time when she entered the kitchen for breakfast, she wheeled my suitcase behind her, packed with the few essentials she knew she’d need in the months she’d be away from home for her training.
Training that she’d yet to receive any detailed description of.
Her father was sitting at the table with his sorghum toast and clayberry jam, scanning the daily briefing on his microtablet. He looked up when she came in, and assessed her appearance.
They hadn’t issued her a military uniform yet, despite her early admission to the Academy. So she was dressed in her too-small standard-issue uniform from her Secondary Academy, which was still a prestigious academy in its own right. It had been months since she’d worn it, and the buttons of her blouse strained even more against her chest, her skirt hem hitting higher on her thighs than she remembered. But she refused to be embarrassed on her first day.
Sergeant First Class Gazriel Xadei’s keen eyes scanned his daughter up and down for any hair that might be out of place, then nodded, finding her satisfactory. She noticed a bit of moisture swim in his eyes for a second before he blinked it away. He rose from the table and placed a hand on her shoulder.
“Whatever comes from this placement, Xihera, just know that I am so proud of you.”
“Aww, Dad,” she whined, “I know, I know. Don’t make it sound so final. You’ll be there to see me graduate, won’t you? In a few months I’ll probably be filing data submissions at the Agency. I’m sure they’ll have me just a few hallways down from you in no time.”
She winked at him, and noticed the slightest hesitation before he returned her smile.
“Of course, sweetie. We’ll be lucky to have you.”
Half an hour later, the hover car dropped her off at the sidewalk outside the Academy Admissions Building. She’d been surprised when the private hover had picked her up at the monorail station, as she’d been expecting to take public transport to the nearest stop to campus. But when the unmanned craft had carried her through not one, but three separate security checkpoints just to enter the grounds, she found herself suddenly grateful she hadn’t had to walk the whole way.
The AI attendant onboard the hover had instructed her to leave her suitcase in the craft, so she exited unencumbered at the base of the steps to the Admissions Building. Milky white pillars stretched across the front, and large heavy doors marked the entrance.
Xihera entered the front hall, where marble floors stretched across the enormous room. At the back wall, a long obsidian desk was lined with several administrative assistants, who were all interacting with their holoscreens.
She approached the man in the middle, a Tikosian with pointed ears and aged, navy skin. When she approached him, he blinked slowly, before focusing on her with all four eyes that were a solid navy color all throughout.
“Place your wrist below the scanner please,” He droned. She ran her arm underneath the sensor wand that perched in a small clamp on the front of the desk.
He observed as her information flickered to life above the holoscreen. She flinched when she saw herself in a miniature manifest on the tablet, dressed in only her underwear. But the man nodded, hardly looking at the nearly naked representation, before pointing to a hallway on the right.
“Exam room twelve, please,” he said.
“Exam?” Xihera stuttered. “I thought I already took my exam. Isn’t that why I’m here?”
The man focused on her once again, sighing, as if he was really tired of having to answer stupid questions. “Medical exam. It’s important that we get your vitals recorded before training.”
Xihera nodded, embarrassed. “Right. Of course.”
She passed several closed doors as she walked along the hallway, before finally entering through the door with a brass plate marked with a number “12”.
A nurse droid beckoned her inside, immediately scanning her forehead with a temperature scanner. It then closed the door behind her, before saying, “Please undress and stand on the scale, Private Xadei.”
She did as she was told. Several more mini droids whizzed to life when she stepped onto the scale, hovering around her body and scanning certain parts.
“Lift your arms,” the nurse droid commanded, and Xihera stuck out her arms to her side, allowing a measure droid to roll itself in a tight orbit around her hips, waist, rib cage, and breasts, tickling her a little as it did. She stifled her giggle, struggling to hold still as the tiny droid passed across the sensitive skin under her arms.
“Grab hold of the bar above your head, please.”
A metal bar descended from the ceiling, and Xihera grasped it, tightening her fingers when the scale lowered into the floor, leaving her dangling.
“Hold for as long as you can.”
A timer clicked when her toes lost contact with the metal scale. She breathed in and out evenly, recruiting her back and shoulder muscles as she gripped the bar as tightly as she could. She clenched her eyes shut, increasing the pace of her breath until finally, her fingers gave, and she dropped back to the scale.
When she did, she looked around the exam room again. While she’d been focusing on her hang, the nurse droid had rolled the exam table away. She realized that her clothes had gone with it.
“Wait—my clothes—”
“You will be issued a new uniform momentarily.” The nurse droid gave a slight bounce, as if it were bowing, before exiting through the same door that Xihera had entered a few moments ago. Leaving her standing, naked, in the middle of the exam room.
There was no clock in the room, so she didn’t have anyway to indicate how much time had passed, except for the the cold that had settled in her body. She crossed her arms, rubbing herself with her hands.
At last, an Algonian woman in a white lab coat entered the room. She had glasses perched on her pointed nose, making her multifaceted eyes appear even larger than normal, and long, shiny brown hair that was pulled back into a thick braid down her back.
“Private First Class Xihera Xadei. Pleasure to meet you.” She held out her hand to shake, seemingly unperturbed by the fact that Shihera was naked.
“Uh,” She started, quite unprofessionally, before clearing her throat and awkwardly accepting the doctor’s handshake while still attempting to cover her chest with her other arm. “Pleasure, Dr…?”
“Smith.”
Xihera blinked. “Dr. Smith.”
“You can have a seat on the exam chair. Have you had your first reproductive health exam yet?”
As Dr. Smith spoke, a paper-covered exam chair with leg stirrups lifted from the floor. Shihera jumped out of the way, waiting for it to rise completely before gingerly climbing into it. She shivered as the coldness of the plastic chair seeped through the crinkly paper. She wished she had a gown or something on.
“Um, no. I thought those weren’t supposed to happen until after I turned eighteen?”
The doctor consulted her chart. “I have here that your eighteenth birthday was on the 13th of Scorpio, correct? It’s now the 35th. Am I to understand you’ve never done this before, then?”
“No,” Xihera shook her head. “I’m sorry, I–”
“Oh don’t apologize. That’s why you’re here now, after all.”
“It is?”
Dr. Smith looked at her curiously over the rims of her glasses. “You were recruited for the Academy, yes?”
“Yes,” she agreed, “but I’m still not really sure what all that entails. I wasn’t given much information.”
To her ears, Xihera’s tone sounded whiny and babyish. She closed her mouth and sunk a bit into the chair. Dr. Smith chuckled.
“Don’t worry. Once we’re through with the exam, we’ll get you into orientation and everything will be cleared up. Feet in the stirrups, please.”
Despite her best intentions, Xihera soon found there was no modest way to spread her legs in front of Dr. Smith. She scooched her hips down the length of the chair, and placed her heels into the curved, paper-covered stirrups that stuck out at a wide angle from the base of the chair.
Xihera felt incredibly exposed. The cold air of the exam room rushed past the skin of her spread thighs, and as the open air met her opening below she shivered. Her nipples peaked in the center of her breasts, and when Dr. Smith rolled forward in her chair and began pulling apart the lips of her pussy to examine her, Xihera saw her breasts jiggle at her sudden intake of breath.
Seeing herself completely exposed before a stranger, even a doctor, whom she supposed saw naked women stretched before her like this every day, was extremely unsettling. She shifted a little as Dr. Smith probed inside her a bit, stretching the skin around her entrance with one hand to make room for a metal instrument she was holding in the other.
“This might be a little cold, and you’ll feel a slight pinch,” the doctor said.
Xihera tensed as Dr. Smith unceremoniously shoved the instrument inside her. The smooth metal of the instrument was, in fact, a little cold, and a jolt of surprise traveled its way up her spine when she felt the insistent pressure of the speculum widening and locking her pussy open. She swallowed.
“This will only take a minute. I know it’s a little awkward.”
“Mm-hmm.” Xihera didn’t trust herself to speak. Despite the chill of the room, beads of sweat began to form on her forehead as the woman scraped at her insides with various instruments. She tried to distract herself, not liking how foreign the sensations felt, like they were both deep inside her and outside her body at the same time. She raised her gaze to the ceiling, until she could just barely make out the curve of her chest in her periphery, when she felt a stinging pinch in a deep, unfamiliar place. A cramp seized her immediately, and she couldn’t help the groan that slipped from her lips.
“Sorry, those always suck, don’t they?” Dr. Smith patted Xihera’s thigh apologetically, before the pressure holding her open eased, and suddenly the speculum was pulled away.
“What was that? Xihera asked. The cramping had gone away almost as quickly as it had appeared, leaving only a warm sort of numbness in its wake. She reached a hand below her stomach and rubbed her pelvis. “Did you give me a shot or something?”
“It’s standard for all initiates; a mix of a few proprietary vaccines and your first dose of supplements.”
The doctor tapped her feet to indicate that she could remove them from the stirrups, and Xihera curled her legs back into a seated position, straightening in the exam chair. Blood rushed to her head as she did, and she gripped the armrests of her seat to steady herself.
“Supple-” she started to say, before a wave of nausea swept through her. She clapped her hand to her mouth, and Dr. Smith instinctively held a bin in front of her.
Xihera retched into the bin, heaving as her breakfast left her. Dr. Smith grimaced.
“That’s normal. The nausea should pass in a few days.”
“Days??” Xihera cried, before another wave passed through her. She grabbed the bin and clutched it to her chest, emptying the contents of her stomach until only acidic, clear bile coated her throat with each spasm. She swallowed instinctively, tears welling in her eyes as a defeated tiredness overtook her. She collapsed over the bin, shaking, as the surges in her stomach slowly receded. Sobs took their place, and tears made hot tracks down Xihera’s cheeks.
“I’m sorry–” she rasped, cradling the bin and rocking slightly in the exam chair. Dr. Smith had turned away from her, making notes into a hollow screen and measuring medications into a small paper cup at a counter along the wall. She turned around at her apology, and offered a gentle smile.
“You’ve nothing to apologize for, Private. The first dose of the supplement regiment is always the hardest.” She handed her one of the cups of pills, and a small cup of water. “Take these. They’ll help your body adjust to the changes over the next few days.”
Xihera eyed the medication warily. So far, she hadn’t enjoyed any of the effects of the treatments the doctor had administered so far. She wasn’t sure if she trusted her.
“Please tell me, what exactly did I just take? And how will these help?”
Dr. Smith’s smile faltered for the briefest of seconds as she hesitated, but returned so quickly that Shihera wondered if she imagined it. The doctor took a deep breath.
“The training of Academy initiates is extremely demanding,” she began. “The women who’ve been recruited in the past have had difficulty maintaining the physical demands of their position, so we’ve developed a daily supplement and hormone regimen to help them better adjust to the stresses of the job.” She gestured again to the medications she’d handed her. Xihera nodded, and put the pills in her mouth, and sipped the water so she could swallow them all down. She gasped after the water eased down her throat, and held the cup aloft.
“Can I have some more water?”
“Of course.” The doctor refilled the cup for her. “The next few weeks will be difficult as your body adjusts to your new training, but you should know that this program selects only the most elite candidates. Your aptitude scores were exceptional, Xihera. You will do very well here, I’m certain of it.”
Xihera blushed, easing her grip on the bin in front of her for the first time since it had been handed to her. Dr. Smith reached for it and placed it back on the ground, exposing her body once again.
The rush of air around her torso actually felt nice this time. Refreshing. It cooled the flush of her skin that had overtaken her with her bout of nausea.
She ran her hands down her legs, and the rubbing calmed her a bit. Like scratching an itch that had been bothering her for a while. She rubbed her hands gently up and down her thighs, and almost hummed from the sensation.
It felt good. Really good.
Suddenly, the room didn’t feel cold anymore. It felt like it had gotten much, much warmer. Hot, actually. Stuffy, even.
Dr. Smith followed Xihera’s movements with her eyes.
“How are you feeling now, Private Xadei? Has the nausea passed?”
“Mm-hmm.” She closed her eyes as a tingling began to spread from the places her hands made contact with her skin. No, she didn’t feel nauseous anymore. In fact, her stomach felt better than it had in a long time. She felt light, and as she took a deep breath in, she felt her chest expand and her breasts rise with a lovely stretch, almost as if her whole torso was yawning.
A glowing heat spread down her spine, settling deep inside her core. She opened her eyes, and saw that Dr. Smith was staring at her.
Xihera hadn’t noticed it before, but the doctor was a very beautiful woman. A few strands of hair had come loose from her braid, and they framed her slender face quite nicely, drifting down her neck and ending in a soft curl at her collarbone. She reached out a hand to tuck the errant strands behind the doctor’s ear.
Dr. Smith smiled. “I think you’re ready for your new uniform.”
Uniform?
Oh, right. She was naked, wasn’t she?
“Yes. Thank you.” She blinked, and then gave her head a little shake. Of course. Now she had to start training. The very strenuous training that was, supposedly, quite demanding on the new recruits’ bodies. So much so that she would have to take supplements every day.
She felt a pulse in her stomach, although this time it wasn’t a painful spasm or cramp. It was almost like a heartbeat, growing with something akin to anticipation inside her. She’d been chosen for a very exclusive program. She wondered how her body would change from training.
She’d always been small for her age, even now as a fully grown adult, Xihera was only 5’1”. She was thin and athletic, although her breasts and hips had started to fill out the last few years of secondary school. Even so, she was petite compared to the other girls in her class. She was surprised to hear that she’d scored so high on the aptitude exam; particularly the physical portion, for which she’d had to train specifically, since she was so much smaller than the rest of her peers. She was determined that her strength be on par with her male classmates, despite their size difference.
She was excited to get even stronger. Eager to see how the supplements would help her surpass where she’d been able to get on her own.
“Here,” Dr. Smith said, handing her a bundle of clothing. “I’ll leave to let you get changed. There are instructions for your undergarments; they’re likely a little different from what you’re used to.”
Xihera cocked her head as Dr. Smith left her alone in the room. She felt a shudder beneath her as the exam chair began to sink slowly back into the floor, and she scrambled out of it, clutching her uniform to her bare chest. An electric zing torched through her at the feeling of the fabric scraping against her hardened nipples. She jumped back, leaning against one of the metal counters.
Her pulse had quickened. What was that?
The chair retreated fully, and the tiles of the floor slid back into place, leaving Xihera quite alone in the bare room. She noticed a full-length mirror on the back of the exam room door, and remembered that she was supposed to put on her new uniform. Right.
She unwrapped the bundle, and lifted the instruction card that was placed neatly on top.
UNIFORM INSTRUCTIONS
Congratulations, Initiate. For your training, you will be issued a standard Private, M-Class, Novice Harness and Pinafore. Initiates are forbidden from wearing any non-issued clothing for the duration of their training. Below, you will find diagrams detailing how to fit your garments properly. There will be uniform inspections every morning throughout your initiation.
Please follow the green arrows to proceed to barracks once you are dressed.
Xihera’s eyes widened as she took in the diagrams that were explicitly pictured on the lower half of the card. Her cheeks flushed. This can’t be–
She placed the card on the counter and began unfolding her uniform, disbelief shifting to surprise, and then to an emotion wholly unfamiliar as she took in the contraption before her.
On the outside of the bundle, there had been a cadet-blue skirted apron, fairly standard-issue, except for the pleated embellishments that bordered the straps and skirt hem. She raised the apron in front of her, turning it to see how the thick straps crossed in the back and buttoned to the edges of the apron skirt, leaving the back exposed. She set the apron aside, expecting to find the standard issue buttoned blouse and slacks underneath, but instead revealing what looked like an assortment of belts.
She lifted one belt off of the counter, only to have the entire pile follow. She returned her gaze to the instructions, where the lewd diagrams detailed where and how to buckle the various straps across one’s body.
She re-read the instructions, only to freeze on the second sentence.
Private, M-Class, Novice Harness and Pinafore.
She’d never heard of a Private, M-Class. She assumed this must be a division specific only to this Academy. But it was the second part of the sentence that was at last sinking in, along with a subtle buzzing that filled her ears with each repetition in her head.
Harness and Pinafore.
Harness.
That’s what she was holding. A full-body harness, like something one of the search-and-rescue crews would wear to rescue element extractors from the mining caves off-planet. Except, according to the diagrams, this wasn’t meant to be worn over one’s uniform.
This harness was the uniform.
The warm pulse she’d felt in her belly returned as she ran her fingers over the oiled material of the harness’s thick straps. She stretched it out on the counter, trying to understand how it would wrap around her body.
As she laid it out, a leotard-like shape emerged from the organization of the belts. Three straps formed a star-like cross in the middle, connected in the center by a metal ring that Xihera assumed would be around her belly button. Two vertical straps extended above and below the ring, connecting the star to a top piece that looked something like a bra with the cups cut out: two hollow triangles with buckles along the inside edge to expand the fit, as well as a bottom piece that…
Well, that configuration was a little harder for Xihera to wrap her head around. It didn’t look like any underwear she’d seen before. In fact, as she studied the diagram more closely, she realized that the bottom of the harness didn’t seem meant to cover her genitals at all. But rather, expose them.
A thick rubber ring was suspended in the middle of the bottom strap, and to its sides, two more straps hung, ending in oiled belt-like loops with more buckles to adjust their size. As she looked between the limp harness and the diagram, she felt her body warm even more as she realized just how she was supposed to affix the harness to her lower body.
Her throat felt dry. She licked her lips, and took a deep breath.
Green arrows appeared on the floor then, backlit, and she realized that she had likely taken longer than she should have to read the instructions. They were waiting for her.
Slowly, she undid the clasps at the back of the harness, where a series of metal rings clipped into the side supports of the chest piece and central straps, connecting them all together like the silk strands of a spider’s web. She gingerly stepped in through the central cage of the harness and wove her ankles through the thigh straps, before pulling it slowly up the length of her body.
When the garter-like straps reached her mid thigh and the middle section gathered about her waist, she spread her legs, staring between the instructions and her reflection in the mirror on the back of the door, tilting her pelvis forward to ensure that she was arranging everything correctly. The back bottom strap pushed in between her ass cheeks, spreading them apart slightly. Her skin was pink with heat, and whisps of auburn hair had fallen from the knot at the back of her neck and stuck to the sweat that beaded on her forehead.
She looked incredibly flustered. And embarrassed. And she only flushed more deeply as she arranged the lower lips of her pussy around the rubber ring the way it was depicted on the diagram. The straps at the sides pulled the delicate pink folds of skin aside, pinching them together at the apex of her thighs, leaving the hole at her center gaping: a deep pink circle of glistening skin, spread wide amidst a halo of straps and red curls.
Her heart pounded in her exposed chest. She’d never looked at herself like this before. Was this what Dr. Smith had seen when she’d spread her open for her exam?
Heat pooled low in her belly at the thought, and she noticed a small trail of wetness seep from between the lower straps. She adjusted the central ring a little, lifting the front of her mound so it fell outside of the wide rubber rim, and she jolted forward at a sudden burst of pleasure.
What the…?
She shot a hand out against the mirror, steadying herself. She’d felt something when her fingers had brushed underneath the harness. There was a spot there, now rubbing tenderly, agonizingly against the rim of the ring that spread her open, that was now sending repeated shocks to her core with every shift of her legs.
She snatched the instructions with her free hand, reading further.
Note: When properly fitted, the O-ring should be seated firmly against your clitoris. This may feel strange at first, but most initiates report that their discomfort dissipates within the first few hours of training.
The first few hours…
Xihera looked at herself once more in the mirror, her breathing slightly shorter than usual. The word discomfort stuck out in her mind. That wasn’t the word that she would use to describe the sensation that was building inside of her right now.
She straightened, once more feeling the ring rub against her clitoris. The soft skin inside her thighs was sticky with the moisture dripping from her open hole. She winced, tightening the garter straps until they dug a little into her skin. She found that the pain grounded her, making it easier to concentrate on finishing up the task of dressing herself.
The rest of the harness was simpler to get into, and the pinafore slipped easily over her head. The stiff fabric of the apron grazed at her still-erect nipples, though, and as Xihera straightened and followed the path of the green arrows out the door, she felt wobbly and shaky on her feet. The jolts of pleasure racing up from her center and down from her breasts were constant now, and her thighs rubbed together, lubricated by the wetness that continued to gush from within her.
The arrows led her deeper into the hallway, further and further from the grand foyer she’d first entered early this morning. How long ago was that now? She felt like a completely different person than she had when she’d arrived for her exam. She now was fuzzy-headed and a little weak. She hoped the first few sessions of her orientation were seated. She wasn’t sure if she could stand much more of that distracting friction zinging between her legs with every step. She found herself tripping a little as she walked, and a strange hunger was building inside her… like she was empty. It was like her body was clenching, so achingly empty. The vomiting before must have totally emptied her stomach.
That emptiness began to gnaw at her. She needed to be filled. Her mouth watered at the thought of packing her mouth until her cheeks bulged, swallowing load after load until she satisfied the void within her belly, which squeezed tighter. She struggled to imagine a meal that sounded good to her at the moment; oddly, none of her favorite foods seemed to be what her body was craving…
At last, she saw a door, outlined in the same green glow as the arrows she’d been following, emerge at the end of a long corridor.
Here we go, she thought to herself, as she twisted the handle and stepped inside.
“Private M-Class Xadei!”
Xihera’s body tightened at the strong voice of her commanding officer. She felt herself snap to attention, legs straightening together, back arching straight, and her arm flying to her forehead instinctively into a salute. She didn’t have time to search her new surroundings for the source of the voice before immediately responding.
“Reporting for duty, sir!”
She stood stock-still at attention, ignoring the sweet ache that still throbbed between her thighs. Her breasts had bounced slightly when she’d snapped into form, and the pucker of her nipples against the starched fabric of her pinafore threatened to distract her from her officer’s directions. As she breathed, her chest rose and fell ever so slightly, and she found herself breathing a little more deeply with each intake, yearning for more contact against the sensitive buds.
She heard the door click closed behind her.
She stared straight ahead, and at last, her commanding officer approached from beside her. She hid her surprise as a large woman stepped in front of her, almost completely naked except for a scarlet-red harness not unlike her own strapped around her curvaceous body.
Xihera swallowed, the throb between her legs pulsing insistently. She noted the gold bar that glittered on her shoulder strap, denoting her as an officer. She felt heat rush to her cheeks as she realized she had referred to her as “Sir” instead of “Ma’am.”
“At ease, Private.”
Xihera shifted into her more relaxed stance, spreading her feet shoulder width apart and crossing her hands behind her back. She blinked as the movement left her more exposed to the woman before her.
The Second Lieutenant was significantly taller than Xihera, with broad shoulders and wide hips. The harness dug in slightly at her waist, and she noticed that the swell of the lieutenant’s breasts required that she wear the chest straps at their widest setting. Where Xihera’s breasts just barely rose beyond her own harness, a soft, subtle swell that rounded out in a perky curve toward her nipple, the lieutenant’s breasts hung over the rib-cage straps of her harness, hiding them from view.
Large nipples pointed directly in front of her, and the darkened skin around them contrasted with the pale white of the officer’s skin. She had short, blonde hair, that was cropped close at the sides, and shockingly blue eyes that stared intensely into Xihera’s light brown ones.
“I understand that this is your first day reporting to training, Private.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“You will refer to me as ‘Sir,’ Private Xadei.”
“Sir, yes, sir.”
Each time Shihera said “sir,” she felt a twinge deep in her belly. She found herself hoping that the lieutenant would continue asking her questions, so she’d have the chance to keep saying it.
“Did you understand your uniform instructions, Private?”
“Sir, yes, sir.” Twinge, twinge.
“Do you believe you followed the instructions appropriately?”
“Sir, yes, sir.” The twinges intensified, and now each time she called the officer by her honorific, she felt her pussy clench, a pulse jolting through her folds from the spot her harness rubbed her clitoris.
The Lieutenant paused, eyeing Xihera thoroughly. The hunger inside her grew; she needed another question to answer.
A knowing smile spread across The Lieutenant’s lips.
“Present yourself, Private.”
“Sir?”
A particularly powerful pulse rocked her core at that moment, actually causing Xihera’s hips to buck forward, and the officer’s eyebrows raised.
“Are you questioning me, Private?”
The Lieutenant leaned in close to Xihera’s face, towering over her, and she struggled not to lift her chin to face her. Her legs shook as she breathed in the officer’s scent: clean, but with the slight salty tang of sweat.
“No sir!” Her answer came out as a pant, as another pulse sent a gush of wetness rushing down her thighs. She had no idea what was happening, why her body was reacting like this. She also found that her mind was too clouded to focus on anything but the sensations coursing through her, and answering her officer’s questions.
“Then about face and present yourself, private. Bend over.”
Instinctively, Xihera obeyed, turning around in place and bending at the waist, planting her palms on the ground and raising her hips into the air.
The fabric of her pinafore skirt fell forward in front of her face, and suddenly she felt the hands of her officer slowly inspecting her harness.
Particularly the bottom strap, running a finger underneath the metal ring at the base of her spine and tugging at it, stretching the rubber ring between her folds and further teasing her. Xihera’s legs shook, and a tiny moan worked its way out of her throat.
“What was that, private?”
“Nothing, sir!”
Pulse. Drip.
“Didn’t sound like nothing, Private. I’m going to ask you again. What did you say?”
“I–I didn’t speak, sir.”
Jolt. Drip.
“Then what was that noise that came out from your pretty little throat, Private?”
Blood rushed to Xihera’s head at her officer’s words, and she felt her pussy clench reflexively. “A moan, sir.”
The strongest pulse yet ripped through her body, and she struggled to maintain balance on her hands and toes. She was panting now. She needed something, anything, this unfamiliar feeling was overwhelming her, and when the lieutenant tugged again on the oiled thong between Xihera’s cheeks, she felt her hips rise and shudder at the pressure against her clit.
“Oooooooh,” she moaned, completely involuntarily, unable to hold it back as she knew she should in front of her commanding officer. What kind of impression am I making on my first day?
“Are you getting off on showing me your pussy, Private?”
Is that what was happening? Was she… getting off right now? Was that what she should call the pressure building low in her belly, the electric pulses that were now shuddering through her core, the tightening of her nipples as the pleated hem of her skirt brushed against them with every shake of her shoulders?
“Yes, sir!” Pulse, shake.
“Do you want to come, Private?”
“Yes, sir!” Jolt! Shudder! Shake.
“Are you going to come while bent over in front of your commanding officer like a dirty, horny slut right now, Private?”
“Yes, sir! Yes, sir! Sir, yes, sir!”
With every word, the sensations rumbling through her grew, like wave after wave of electric pleasure, until she was jerking uncontrollably, hips jerking back and forth as she struggled to maintain balance. Her juices fell in rivulets down her legs, her fingers scraped against the marble floor, the sweat of her palms making her hands slip dangerously as she scrabbled for purchase.
“What are you doing, Private?”
“I’m cumming, sir!”
“Who are you cumming for?”
“You sir! I’m cumming for you, sir!”
“Do you want the rest of your uniform?”
Xihera’s head was swimming, her orgasm overwhelming her. It was all she could do not to collapse on the floor in front of her Second Lieutenant, taking everything she had to keep her ass in the air as she shuddered again and again from the shocks of her release. She had no idea what the rest of her uniform was, but her mind could only summon two words, which she screamed in succession again and again and again.
“Sir, yes, sir! Sir yes, sir! Yes! Sir, yes!”
And then she felt a strong hand grab hold of her hip, and a smooth, thick object push inside of the rubber ring that spread her pussy open. She felt her clenching inner walls shudder around it, pushing back against the intrusion as it offered the delicious friction and filling that Xihera had been craving. A slight pinch closed around her as she felt the intrusion stretch her past what was comfortable, before feeling a sweet pop as she felt her lips close around a recession in the object’s base, and the rubber ring lock it into place.
Oh. She felt so full now. Her shudders slowed, and stopped, and her head gradually began to clear…
Until she realized she was bent over, baring her ass and pussy to an officer of the Academy. Her officer.
She froze. What had she just done?
“Has your orgasm passed, Private?”
Xihera winced, grateful that the lieutenant couldn’t see her face.
“Yes, sir.” A dull throb ran through her body, but it was merely an echo of the sensations she’d felt before. She could bear it.
“Good. At ease.”
It wasn’t easy to straighten back to standing with the giant plug filling her vagina. She felt as if her legs were practically bowing as she raised herself back to her feet, slowly straightening her pinafore and turning back around to face her lieutenant.
She was smiling at her. She gave her an approving nod.
“You can refer to me as Lieutenant Smith, Private. I will show you to your quarters. You are to report to Mess Hall at 1300 for lunch with your peers before reporting to your orientation. Am I understood?”
“Yes, sir.” The dull throb in her core continued to pulse, but she ignored it.
“Good. Forward, march.”
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