Madame Gorski tightened the straps until they bit into Babydoll's hips and waist. She almost whimpered, not because it hurt, but because the sensation was so new. The perceivable
heft
protruding from her groin was so perverse, so exciting in everything it suggested to her. If it'd been Rocket or Sweetpea, she didn't know what she'd be thinking. Then she pictured them and, oh, God...
"I always did think you were more... open-minded than many of the first-timers," Gorski drawled, her voice as smoky as a fifth of vodka. She was getting close to Babydoll, like she always did, but they were alone, which made it feel more... which made Babydoll feel lightheaded. She'd thought Gorski had isolated them because she could appreciate how nervous it made Babydoll, wearing such a thing.
"I just wanna do a good job," Babydoll said plaintively.
"Yes. I know. You are very feminine, very submissive, but men do not always want such things." Gorski put her hand on the dildo and squeezed, the leather making a shrill noise at the pressure. "Women do not always want such things." Even though it wasn't real, Babydoll felt her breath coming more rapidly. "Sometimes we must be aggressive." Gorski moved in as if to kiss her and Babydoll felt the breath leave her, like a sinking ship being abandoned. The madam stopped, her lips an inch from Babydoll's. They smiled. "You are nervous, yes? New experiences often make us nervous. It's not a sin." She backed away. Her smile grew as Babydoll swallowed down her anxiety. "Here, we are safe. We can make allowances for... inexperience. We can play music, if you like. No one will hear us."
"Yes, please." Music. So it'd be like a dance. Babydoll smiled to herself. She enjoyed dancing.
Gorski paged through the records she had by the player until she made a little pleased noise and hoisted one up. "Have you ever listened to Pulp, my little dear?"
Babydoll shook her head.
Gorski slipped the record out of its cover. "I think you'll find this song particularly... relaxing."
As the song started up , Babydoll reached down and wrapped her hand around her cock, like she'd seen men do at the dances. It felt hard. It felt real.
You are hardcore, you make me hard.
You name the drama and I'll play the part.
It seems I saw you in some teenage wet dream.
I like your get up if you know what I mean.
I want it bad. I want it now.
Oh can't you see I'm ready now.
I've seen all the pictures,
I've studied them forever.
I wanna make a movie so let's star in it
together.
Don't make a move 'til I say, "Action."
***
"What the fuck's the hold-up?" Sweetpea demanded, racking the slide on her gun. She'd already checked the load and cleaned it, even polished her blade. It'd been at least fifty minutes since Babydoll had started swooning and she'd been in back with Rocket playing doctor ever since.
The others wore various looks of concern, even Rocket. How typical that Sweetpea had to be the one to think of staying alive in a warzone and not kissing every booboo they got along the way. What would Wise Man think?
Rocket stepped outside of the tent they'd commandeered to give Babydoll some privacy, stripping off her latex gloves and shaking her head. Blondie handed her a cigarette and Amber lit it for her, both knowing how the doc needed a good smoke after a tense situation.
"She picked something up on Saturn II," Rocket said. "Alien VD, probably off something with tentacles."
Sweetpea cursed. "I told that dumb bitch to use protection. I gave her condoms."
Rocket shrugged. "Syrens have a lot of tentacles. I gave her some penicillin, that should clear it up as soon as we suck the venom out."
"Alright then, let's go. What's the problem?"
Rocket bit her lip. "You're squad leader, I suppose you should see. Come on in."
***
Ten inches. Ten goddamn inches. Sweetpea could count every inch, every vein, every drop of precum dripping from the head. And above it (not far above it) Babydoll had the most innocent expression on her face.
"Alright," Sweetpea sighed. "How do we get it out?"
Rocket worried at her lip with her teeth. "The usual way. Once we've, uh..."
"Busted her nuts?" Sweetpea asked.
"I don't have nuts!" Babydoll said defensively.
"Once she's exhausted her seminal backload," Rocket said, eyebrows arching toward her hair, "then it should go away."
"And we can leave?" Sweetpea demanded. "Assuming we can't leave right now and let a trained professional handle this?" She smiled sweetly at Babydoll. "Maybe one without tentacles?"
"At least she had a pulse, robot-fucker," Babydoll shot back sardonically.
"At least that robot was a biped."
"Linda was a biped!"
"Oh, it's Linda now?"
Babydoll cried out suddenly. Her cock seemed to stand up even straighter, the head glistening in the dim light.
"We need to treat it," Rocket said. "
Now.
"
Sweetpea looked at her. Rocket's nurse outfit didn't cover enough that Sweetpea couldn't see the hardened nipples under her blouse, or smell the moisture gathering at her crotch. She looked from Sweetpea to Rocket and back again.
"You two are perverts." Sweetpea began unsnapping her garters.
"What are you doing?" Rocket and Babydoll asked at the same time.
"What do you think?" Sweetpea slid her boy-shorts and panties off in the same go, leaving the rest of her clothes on. It was one of the reasons she'd modified her uniform the way she had. Nothing like easy access. "No sister of mine is fucking a dick-chick."
"Well, I mean, technically, she's not—" Rocket was sweating. "Oh, come on, please?"
"No," Sweetpea said firmly. "I'm the CO here. So I'll be handling this."
Babydoll looked apt to register a protest too, as Sweetpea shoved her down on her back.
"Think of England, bitch," Sweetpea told her as she grabbed Babydoll's hot, slippery erection and impaled herself on it.
For a moment, she gritted her teeth.
Then she cried out, bringing Amber and Blondie rushing in, guns at the ready, to find Sweetpea straddling Babydoll right in front of Rocket.
"Well, it's about damn time," Amber said.
***
Sweetpea rolled her eyes. "Watch the door," she ordered, slowly grinding on Babydoll. "You know, so the enemy doesn't get in?"
"Right, yeah," Amber said, pulling the speechless Blondie along. They stood far enough away for privacy, but there was no pretending their attention was on the door.
"Should I go too?" Rocket asked, her eyes locked on Sweetpea's bare hips as they rode Babydoll, knowing there was a cock buried deep inside.
Sweetpea looked at her and felt an answering throb of arousal to the excitement Rocket clearly was experiencing. "No. You just... wait right there." She looked down at Babydoll, who had the common courtesy to look a little pleased at getting to have sex with her commanding officer. Her lips were parted and her eyes eagerly tracked Sweetpea's body. When she reached up to feel Sweetpea up, or maybe even undress her, Sweetpea shot down and pinned her wrists to the table. "Haven't you come yet?"
Babydoll looked down to where their bodies met. Sweetpea's pussy was twitching around her cock, actually hungry for more. "Do you want me to?"
Sweetpea sped up, orbiting her hips around Babydoll's, milking her cock. "Yes! I want this fucking over with so we can get a move—"
Babydoll thrust up into Sweetpea, lifting her off the ground and driving so deep into her that she arched her back, long golden hair falling to Babydoll's outstretched legs, and made a guttural sound of pleasure.
"Holy shit," Amber said. Blondie was still speechless.
Babydoll's abs tensed as she fucked Sweetpea from underneath, thrusting so hard that Sweetpea bounced on her like she was a bucking bronco. The CO's blonde hair swept from side to side as she tossed her head in time with her moans, her body undulating against Babydoll with every thrust she took, a nipple slipping out of her bodice for her to pinch as she let loose with a single harsh "Goddamn!"
"Still want this over with?" Babydoll asked smugly.
Sweetpea's oxygen-starved mind figured that Babydoll was threatening to stop, as if that were possible. "NO! DON'T STOP! DON'T STOP! DON'T—"
Babydoll grabbed her by the waist, both hands, and held her still as she thrust up so hard that the table would've broken if she'd come down. But she didn't. Her body stayed bent, hoisting Sweetpea in the air, their bodies merged at the groin. Sweetpea's long legs stretched straight out, shooting past either side of the table as she came—
"STOP!"