Authors note...
Okay, this is way, way out of my sandbox. It's fantasy fiction with a lot of help from people that know the blood and guts stuff better than me.
I hope you enjoy it and forgive any military or Navy inaccuracy's.
Please, please give me comments and feedback, as this one is so very different to what I have tried before.
Also, if you are after a fukfest of sex, this isn't it. There is a lot, but I'm trying to make my main character in this develop as a person, so she actually has LESS sex as she goes on to more loving an intense sexual experiences.
Please let me know if I have gotten the men right and also feel free to bash me for poor knowledge of how men think, it all helps. Though I will say, two male friends helped me with this, so I'm going to tell them off if it all goes wrong.
Thanks in advance.
Felicity
*****
Another time and place.
The rain pounded down with such force that it bounced back up off the ground, there wasn't a dry spot to be found as her troop huddled dejectedly in the small clearing.
There was questionable shelter under the trees, but under those massed leafy canopies they would have had no warning of approaching enemies.
Sensors were useless out here and Jessica held her rifle at the ready in shaking hands.
Hank watched her as she glanced about, he could tell she was scared shitless.
"Jessica, put your safety on and come here." Said Hank with a frown.
As far as he was concerned, having a 'pleasure girl' come with his team was all well and good while on their ship. Letting one come on patrol was sheer idiocy.
Thinking that the grizzled and dour Sargent wanted to fuck her again, she scurried over, unzipping her combat jumpsuit as she did.
Sargent Hank Choi rolled his eyes, "don't be fucking stupid, nobody is banging you while on patrol." He gestured at her to zip up, "Just crouch down here, sling your rifle and keep your mouth shut."
Jessica felt embarrassed as she did as she was told, making a fool of herself in front of the team of combat veterans had almost become a habit.
She stared morosely at the tree line and wished they were back on the ship. At least on the ship she had a use. Here she was mostly in the way and constantly scared witless.
******
Jessica like all 'pleasure girls', had been born in a lab, genetically engineered by the Company to be the perfect fuck toy for men or women of the Company.
Unfortunately she hadn't been perfect, she was part of the small percentage that failed the standards for the Company with two defects that rendered her unacceptable.
Jessica was too intelligent, able to think for herself on a level that was the same or slightly higher than a normal person, that alone was a big fat fail as far as the Company was concerned.
Secondly she was too tall, five foot two to five foot six was the accepted ideal height, Jessica was five nine and even given that most men were on average five ten. Her height was considered unacceptably tall, especially when the girls were required to wear a minimum four inch high heel as part of their attire.
In the past the Company had had some nasty and morally questionable ways of getting rid of its defective girls.
Until a bright Executive had hit on a better and more profitable way to utilise them. "Why are we wasting our product?" he had asked the board. "Our combat neural chips cost us next to nothing to make, implant them into defective girls and add them to our military arm." The board had looked sceptical until he showed them the figures of a small case study.
Not only had their product enhanced the moral of the combat unit it had been given to, but had performed reasonably well as a soldier.
It was even a cheap way to increase the military arm of the Company.
So with her defects, Jessica was automatically implanted with a combat chip and shipped off to basic training. Before being added to one of the numerous small platoons that enforced Company rule over the nine habitable planets and their surrounding moons, space stations and various other small outposts.
At five nine, she had no problem handling the sniper rifle she was issued with and was soon on the battalion leader board for marksmanship.
She had unusually steady hands and with her genetically enhanced lung capacity, she could hold her breath and squeeze off several rounds with pinpoint accuracy before having to release it slowly and steadily to fire off a few more with just as much.
Right from the start of Basic training she was also used as she was intended to be, sucking and fucking the other soldiers in the barracks.
Defective by the Company standards, she was still beautiful with light auburn hair cut in a bob, pale and unblemished soft pink skin. Bright blue eyes that sparkled with life, long eyelashes a small nose and naturally full lips on her small mouth.
Her body was slim yet curvy, fulsome but pert breasts that filled out a C-cup bra with ease while her largish pink areola and nipples stood out nearly constantly from her heightened sexual state that rarely dropped below, "Fuck me NOW".
She was hairless from the neck down, not even the tiniest hair would grow on her pubic mound, her slit was always moist and ready with delicate inner lips that didn't dangle out of her the way some women's did.
While her anus was a tightly closed button. It could never the less take the largest of cocks due to her genetically engineered glands that lubricated it when she was anally stimulated.
Like all 'pleasure girls' she had extra pleasure nerves all along her anal canal and could easily climax from being fucked in her ass.
It was considered normal to see her and the other girls at target practice being anally or vaginally fucked while they fired their weapons at the target drones.
Officers regularly came to "Check performance." Taking full advantage of any of the girls that took their fancy, sometimes even taking them off base and using them as 'dates' to impress their friends.
On base it was like an orgy, off base it was totally different. System wide there was a new Victorian style era of prudishness and snobbery.
The Company had won the corporate wars by aligning itself with a fading but still powerful Catholic church. The pope of the time and the board of directors had basically become one entity.
The result was a modern world that was sexually repressed, men and women wore beautifully made and elaborate attire that covered almost everything, flashing an ankle was considered sexually provocative.
Going out into that world on a 'date' with an officer was something that Jessica loved, she began to work a few things out, her mind was sharp and it didn't take her long to work out that she was very different from the other people.
Previously, she had been unaware that she was genetically enhanced or that things could be any different to the way they were on the base.
No one out here fucked in the street or sucked a man off while in a hover car. Everyone covered up and acted like sex didn't exist.
The most exposed women were the very few soldiers she saw, wearing combat jumpsuits that clung to their bodies and displayed their legs in a way that went against the norms of this society. Jessica noted how men and women avoided looking at those female soldiers as if frightened by a pair of legs.
One of her 'dates' had foolishly left her on her own for a while, she had accessed an info terminal with ease and her clever mind had soaked up all the information it could in those twenty minutes.
It had been enough for her to realise she was very different, all of the girls on the base were. It also explained why she sometimes felt sick or upset while being fucked, normal people didn't have to do the things she and the others did.
Her feelings of being used were a 'natural' thing, not some freakish aberration as she had originally thought.
At eighteen she was too young to fully understand it all, but she was working it out faster than could be expected.
She still enjoyed the sex and had multiple orgasms nearly every day, yet now she understood why she liked it better with some men and women than others, the concepts of attraction and respect were new to her but becoming increasingly important.
People who treated her nicely and with even the smallest amount of respect, became more attractive to her and sex with them felt much better.
People that just took her and used her body for pleasure, she started to actively dislike.
Jessica wisely kept all of this to herself, she could tell that even the other girls that went off base on 'dates', hadn't worked out what she had.
Her brain was 'defectively smart' and while she didn't know that was the reason she was here or that if she had been deemed perfect. she would right now be working as a 'pleasure girl' in one of the company's offices, discreetly fucking and sucking various important people.
She did know that she wasn't supposed to be thinking the things she was thinking.
******
Three months of 'basic', four months on the battle cruiser "Jean-Paul" and two weeks traipsing through the verdant forests of planet Uraisa six. Had done little to change the way she was seeing things.
Corporal Haines tapped his helmet lightly and then pointed to the tree line, everyone went silent and watched the trees while Haines and Choi adjusted their visual enhancers, eyeing the section that Haines had pointed to.
Jessica unslung her sniper rifle and used it's scoop to scan the trees, massive and dense forest surrounded them and under the canopy of leaves it was dark.
She had to use her combi lens to see anything more than a few feet into the vegetation as the rain and natural darkness concealed much.
It was pure chance that she was focused on the right area when the suppressed muzzle flash went off. Her combat chip went into overdrive as she saw it and she heard Haines' commlink squawk out. "Man down."
Without thinking she fired, the heavy round tore a large hole in her target and red mist sprayed up briefly.
"Fire at will." Shouted Choi as he opened up with his pulse rifle and was joined by the rest of the squad.
