As the figure of Lance Corporal Alice Jones appeared on the large screen, a voice echoed through the control room, "Do you think she'll ever let us fuck her in the arse?"
Arthur Givens looked up from his console, startled. He then looked next, to the clock on the wall, and realised what time it was. With a sigh, he closed the console he was working at--another wasted day. Though, they were at the point where any day, without a near-death experience, was a good one.
He looked over at Julius, who was watching the camera feed from the front gate of the compound, showing Corporal Jones making her way inside. As per usual, she was in uniform, neatly pressed with her hair tied up in a bun, hidden under her beret. It was nearly two weeks since she had first occupied her new role, and was still referred to as Corporal. He looked at Julius. "She's not going to let us do it, if we keep being so easy on her."
Julius looked at him with a slight smile. For the last two years, they had lived and worked together, in a work environment where a small mistake could end their lives in a flash. "Are you going to try and show her who's boss, again?"
Givens looked at him exasperated, "We are the bosses, she's the one on her knees with our cocks in her mouth!"
"I don't like when you talk about her like that," Julius said, in a sad tone.
Givens tried to calm himself, but he thought it was worth making an attempt to try to get Julius to see sense; particularly, as the others weren't around. "We can't let her manipulate us. We're the ones responsible for the project; it's our lives we're risking. She's doing the least she has to do, to keep us in line and her bosses happy." He jabbed a finger at the screen, "Do you think she'd be spreading her legs for us, if she didn't have to?"
"Maybe not," he replied with a sigh, "but we all have to be here, just because it's hard on us, doesn't mean we have to take it out on her." With that, he got up and headed to the living area. Before he followed, Givens took another look at the slumbering core on the monitor, it had been behaving itself for the last few days, but he strongly suspected one day it would decide to kill them all.
As he entered the large living area, he saw Doctor Gordon sitting off to one side in his reclining chair, watching Julius, Alberto and Taylor hover around her, competing for her attention. Though he never complained, they had all noticed he spent less and less time on his feet these days. Doctor Gordon, like Givens, seemed immune to Corporal Taylor's charm, but he did seem to appreciate that she made an effort.
Givens walked up to her, "Open your shirt," he ordered.
She looked at him, eyebrows raised. "I'm great, how are you?" she said dryly. She obeyed, however, and started to unbutton her uniform shit. She untucked it from her trousers and spread it open. Then, as an afterthought, she removed her beret sliding it into the map pocket of her combat trousers. Her auburn hair was tied up in a tight bun, and Givens had given up days before, attempting to get her to put it down.
"Finally!" Givens said. "It only took four days for you to finally do what you were told."
Underneath the shirt, she wore a black, front-fastening bra. Out of nearly thirty bras that they had purchased for her, it was one of only a handful she agreed to wear.
She smiled. "Why yes! You eventually purchased undies for me, that I'd be willing to be found dead in, did coincide with my doing what I was told." She smiled, "What a coincidence."
Givens and Alice stared at each other for a moment. Over the last week, Givens had fucked her countless times, he'd cum inside her and watched it seep out of her; he'd ejaculated on her face, her breasts, even her uniform. Yet, he was never able to push her buttons, she was always resolute on what she would and wouldn't do, and seemed immune to whatever pressure was applied to her. The fact that her list of what she wouldn't do seemed bizarre, made it even more frustrating. Her refusal to ever wear any clothing, other than her uniform and relatively modest underwear, being one of them.
They had spent thousands of pounds buying her clothes and lingerie, nearly all of which she refused to wear. They had bought thongs, garters, camisoles, as well as expensive dresses--but there were only a handful of pieces of underwear she would wear, including a few front-loading bras and matching briefs. Givens knew she only picked the bra because she could open it, and expose her breasts to their attention, without having to take it off completely.
They all knew she disliked being completely naked during sex, and preferred to keep at least her shirt on. She would often just pull her trousers down to her ankles, to let them fuck her. It was a preference, and as Doctor Gordon had told them, her preferences should be accommodated, as much as possible.
James stepped forward to open the bra, he struggled with the clasp before it sprung open exposing her breasts. They were thirty-two C, which some might describe them as pert, Givens suspected it was her athletic, toned body that gave them their firmness.
As James fondled them, her hands went to his trousers and started unbuckling them. She always did this. James was severely overweight, and Givens knew she found it difficult to have him on top of her, while he struggled to fuck her in any other position. James, like everyone else present, knew she was trying to get the sex out of the way by just giving him a blowjob, but still, he let her.
"Do you think you'll be able to get it on my boobs this time?" she asked, in an exaggerated tone. "I'm not going to be finding your spunk in my armpit again."
James laughed, as she knelt on the floor, and finished taking his already-erect cock from his trousers. His cock was pushed down by the bulge of his belly, but Givens realised she had worked out how to deal with his obesity. She placed both hands around his cock and lifted, which raised his belly. She moved her mouth down along his cock, and took his scrotum in her mouth, which elicited a gasp, then a low moan, as she worked her mouth back up. She raised her hands a little higher, and moved her mouth down, making, what seemed to Givens, a genuine effort to get as much of it into her mouth as she could.
She worked silently, the only sound coming from Givens, as the others gathered around to watch. Alberto was breathing heavily, Givens suspected he was struggling to stay on his feet. Eventually, she moved her mouth away. "Do you want to finish on my boobs?" she asked.
Again, everybody knew it was because she didn't want him to finish in her mouth, but he nodded, grabbed his cock and started to pump it furiously. Alice moved from her knees and raised herself slightly, but even still, the stream of semen, when it came, landed just below her neck in two thick spurts; which started to run down her chests in streaks.
There was something provocative about the scene--the soldier on her knees, shirt open, breasts exposed, with streaks of semen flowing down her chest. Givens, for all his antagonism towards being manipulated, was as enthralled as everybody else.
She looked down. "Nearly there," she said, with a smile. She looked around at the others. "Anyone else want to try? I know my boobs aren't that big of a target, but with a bit of practice, you should be able to hit them."
