St. Paul Sato watched the unfolding competition with contempt, but he took a keen interest ; it would be his turn next. The antagonist were Bernice `` BB Gun '' Burnett and Alfie Kowalski. Kowalski, like Paul, was a new recruit, and had n't gotten a handle yet. Burnett was the established pansy of the barracks. She 'd stump her bureau on the other inhabitant and was now sizing up the two new guys. Someone had explained the handgrip, a BB gun wouldn't kill you, but it was mighty painful when it hit you. A BB gun was also none to fussy about what it hit ; they were notoriously inaccurate.

About two-thirds of the barracks was on her position, cheering her on. That left one third, nine or ten of them, tacitly supporting Kowalski, hoping more for the battle to go against Frances Eliza Hodgson Burnett, than they were enthusiastically for Kowalski.

On the face of it this was not going to be close, Kowalski easily had 5 cm and 20 kilo on Burnett. For a female child, Burnett was expectant, but did not come close to matching almost of the meatheads in the room. Though Paul could only take up that she 'd previously prevailed over the others to discover her status.

The two squared off in a cleared expanse in the centre of the barracks, Saul noticed her clenched fist rhythmically clenching, like she was itching to hit him. Kowalski lunged for Burnett, there was a thud as two eubstance hit the floor, and just like that, the contest was over. Kowalski 's disembarrass hand was slapping the floor in the signaling of submission. He was face down on the base, Burnett was on his cover with a knee joint between his shoulder blades, and his other arm in a meekness hold.

Paul was print as he tried to work out what had happened. Frances Eliza Hodgson Burnett obviously had higher-up hurrying and agility, and vastly Superior accomplishment. She would be a redoubtable opponent. Burnett let go of the prone Kowalski, she just said, `` OK then, '' matter-of-factly. Everyone turned to look at Kowalski, he got onto his knees and removed his shirt, then got up and removed his pants and skivvies, then knelt again. Frances Hodgson Burnett pulled down her pants revealing a sparse blond President Bush, matching the closely cultivate hair on her psyche. She stepped up to him and pulled his fount into her box.

These were her formula, the loser was humiliated by being made to strip, then performed viva on the superior. By the tone of the crowd behind her, she was n't ill-tempered about the sex of the loser. A big cheer went up from her protagonist, but soon they calmed down. She was not happy with Kowalski, she roughly put a script on top of his head, and pushed him away ; he went sprawling on the storey, trying to hide his growing hard-on as Frances Hodgson Burnett 's garter laughed heartily.

She signaled to one of her sponsor who grabbed Kowalski 's pants, fished out his notecase, and pulled out a twenty. She said, `` You still get to pay for the room, but you do n't get to use it, '' while she was pulling up her pants. She nodded to the guy with the twenty, and another guy, then left the barracks with them. Her other rule was the loser pays for a motel elbow room, while the superior gets their choice of sexual perversion. In this compositor's case, she humiliated Kowalski further by passing him over for two of her regular pal. Paul was entirely timid whether he envied them or not.

==

The future day it was Paul 's turn, just as he 'd predicted. He was minding his own business concern when Burnett strode up to him and called out, `` Hey newbie ! It 's time to work out who 's who. ``

Alice Paul had rehearsed his reply, he had no interestingness in the power games in the barracks ; he just wanted a muted sprightliness. He looked up, and said, `` I 'll make it easy for you then, I submit. '' He did n't cognise how she was going to take that, best case was he got to go down on her, and got used sexually.

However, the worst case was she thought he was n't taking her seriously. That was how she took it. She stumbled over the unexpected crook of events. `` Hey ! No ! You do n't get to choose. '' She lunged forward at the sitting Paul. This was one of the scenario 's he 'd envisioned, he slid off the bed, and under her outstretched arm. She was off equaliser, she had n't planned the attack like she would a regular fight. He rose up behind her, and pushed her towards the bed, adding to her momentum. As she went down, he grabbed her other arm and twisted it into a submission hold. They ended up much like the fight the day before, only this prison term, it was Paul who was on top.

Burnett still struggled, Paul asked, `` Are you going to submit ? '' The storage area was intensely painful if he applied the compensate pressing, just like he was doing, but she was n't giving up. She shook her head. He continued, `` If you do n't state, my adjacent step is to go against this arm. Do you want to explain that to the CO ? '' A broken arm was not going to go down well, the grunts were left to organize themselves in the barracks, the only prescript anyone knew of was, no one got hurt permanently. He really did n't want to receive out what the chemical reaction to a broken arm would be, but it was his only option going forward. However, she stopped struggling, and slapped the bed covers. He let her go.

Then, he noticed that the quietus of the barracks were gathered around, and there was absolute muteness. The silence continued, but there was some rustling as Burnett rolled off the bed, obviously favoring the arm he had n't had a lock on and took off her shirt. She was big for a fille, it was mainly muscleman ; she had some bulging defined muscular tissue. She was n't as sharply defined as a man would be, she still had some feminine fat to smooth out her out. Then her bra came off, she did n't need one, her dummy were smallish they 'd hardly satiate his hand.

They were definitely dumbbell though, and stuck straight out at him, the mamilla provided an exclamation power point to this. He started to retrieve she was turned on. The protruding nipples were just one sign. Her pale skin was rosy hued, though that might birth been embarrassment, her cheeks were burning promising red. She was breathing deeply, but that could consume been from the effort. Then she shucked her pants, and not only was the sparse blond Dubyuh he 'd seen yesterday on view, but it was slightly blue further down, where it was punctuated with drop-off of dew. Her clit was protruding from her open brim, her slit moist and swollen. She was totally turned on !

Saul of Tarsus had n't expected that, but her obvious rousing provoked the natural response in him. He had been in fight or flight modal value ; sex was the furthest matter from his mind, even if he 'd previously been contemplating a sexual outcome, that had been displaced by the fight. Sex reasserted itself in his head now, there was a girl in forepart of him rapidly becoming naked, and already aroused. He had not considered her lots in a sexual way previously. The fatigues she wore mostly hid her body, her military machine haircut was masculine, and her fount androgynous. raw, her body was attractive in and odd powerful way. She was also kneeling in front of him, her mouth unfold, expecting to give him a blowjob.

There were many grounds why he might have thought this position was not right. However, a naked female child on her human knee with her sass open, and his hard on overturn any reservations he might take. He unzipped, and took out the backbreaking on, he advanced on Frances Hodgson Burnett and unceremoniously shoved his dick in her lip. A cheer erupted from the amass hearing. That was when Paul thought semi-rationally. He held her header, and pulled his dick out of her backtalk. He addressed her, and the room in world-wide, `` I think we should do this in private, where 's the motel ? You got the money ? ``

She nodded and looked in the counselling of the door. He told her, `` tear your pants on so you wo n't get arrested, and show me then. '' She pulled on minimal clothing and escorted him to the door, amid much cheering.

At the motel, Burnett shucked the clothing she 'd pulled on and stood naked and expectant, waiting for Paul 's give-and-take. Paul regarded the naked Frances Hodgson Burnett in front of him, she was not classically beautiful, but she exuded world power and Grace. She would have attracted Paul at any time, but at that very minute, the most attractive matter about her was her rousing. She was turned on and just wanting Paul to require her. Her pattern was it was his choice of perversion, so whatever he wanted was available, all of that was going to push any guy 's buttons.

Apostle Paul however, was a throwback to an earlier time. His parents remembered the clock time before `` The Outage. '' The time before he was born when civilization on Earth barely survived its kickoff encounter with the outlander. His parents were more of the legal opinion that civilization hadn't survived, and romanticized the kinder gentler society that had been lost as civilization was rebuilt, and an interminable war against the aliens dragged on.

That had hardly mattered to St. Paul growing up, he 'd just tried to come through. He was fortunate in that he was a big guy, and firm with it. He had a lifelike aptitude for martial artistry, so he had been left alone for the most component part. Now that had gotten him drafted with the other meatheads. His parents had instilled him in an anachronistic obedience for his fellow man, and that extended to the char in his living. He tried to address them with respect, he'd much rather `` constitute love '' than just fuck.

That was his mindset as he studied the au naturel mannikin in front line of him. He kissed her gently, she flinched, she was expecting something else. He took her mitt and sat her Down on the bed, then got naked himself. As he approached her, she focused on his putz and licked her sassing, as tempting as it was to keep where they'd left off in the barracks, he sat down beside her and kissed her gently again. Again, the flinch.

He lay her back, then trailed buss down her neck, and was pleased with her chemical reaction, she tensed, and a small moan escaped her lips. When he reached her boob, and began kissing the nipple, she gave a gasp, and then, as he gently stroked the other nipple while keeping his back talk on the first, she gave a violent spasm and gasped for breath. She was coming.

St. Paul was impressed ; she made it so tardily for him. He was proud of that his overnice guy acquirement were being validated so emphatically. This is how a man should process a woman. He continued kissing her, gently down her paunch, she writhed and moaned in passion. She was having an impression on Apostle of the Gentiles ; her foreplay was exciting him like none of his previous trysts. It prompted him to hasten his docket somewhat.

He kissed his way down to her sex, this was going to be comfortable, she was so turned on. A gentle slug up her well-spread inside lips elicited even secure groan, and her body quivered. clock time to terminate her, he stabbed at her clit with his tongue and pressed. Her chemical reaction was gratifyingly explosive, as she came again.

He briefly continued to play with her clit until she stopped shuddering, then he thought it was his bout. As she lay slumped and sweaty on the bed, he moved between her wooden leg. His instinct was to plunge in crudely, he was that turned on. He tried to draw rein in his naive side and act in a more train manner.

He paused at her entrance, and with the all the restraint he could muster, gently pushed his way into her. Her reaction was again gratify, her centre shot unfastened, but didn't focus. She moaned loudly, almost screaming. Her head flopped first one way, then the other. Her whole body tensed, and again she was coming. He would feature congratulated himself on his mad attainment, but she drew out the primitive in him ; he just thrust harder as he went after his own orgasm.

She lay limp and sweaty beneath him as he pounded away at her. Maybe a slightly less gratifying reaction than previously, but he could forgive her that after those mightily orgasms. She did wait him squarely in the eye and smiled at him. Oddly, that was the biggest turn on of all, a simple grin. He came, and then rolled off her onto his backrest. They both lay in silence next to each other. When he recovered his mental capacity, he wasn't sure what was expected of him now. She lay there, staring into space, that seemed to be that, so he got up and went to the shower.

Saint Paul came out of the shower and pulled on his fatigues. He looked at Burnett still laying naked on the bed, his cum leaking out of her. Her expression was enigmatic ; he could n't record her. He was for certain she 'd enjoyed the experience, she had cum a few meter after all, that was how he measured his sexual prowess. But she looked uncertain. He lay down on the bed with her, and held her. Then kissed her gently on the lip. `` You alright ? ``

She answered kinda flatly, `` Yeah, o.k.. ``

'' You want anything ? ``

'' No, I 'm all right. ``

He was getting mixed messages, but he 'd certainly enjoyed the experience, so he suggested, `` expect, if you want to do this again, … The sex, not the fighting, I 'm up for it. ``

'' Sure. '' Again, she answered without inflection.

He did n't roll in the hay what to take of her distinctly unenthusiastic response, he was n't making any headroom so at that stage he bade her farewell, and left her fabrication there. Shooting a last tone before the door finally closed, he noticed, she seemed different to him now somehow. Sexier ? Maybe ? He would definitely do that again given the chance.

==

In the motel room, Frances Eliza Hodgson Burnett lay on the bed naked, Sato's cum leaking out of her, she watched him consider her as he walked out the door. Once the door closed she burst into tears. She had n't wanted it to be like that, she felt on edge she needed something to calm down her. Her judgment whirled until she reached for her phone and sent a chemical group message to some of her most archaic following, telling them to get to the elbow room asap.

Five minutes later there was a roast at the door - they 'd arrived.

A delicious tingling sensation skittered over her whole body, it seemed to propel her off the bed, she bolted to the door and flung it open. She stood in the room access still naked, cum snaking its way down her thigh. There were no salutation, no conversation, no niceties, no nothing. They all knew why they were summoned, and they wasted no time in getting their paw on Burnett.

They all grabbed a limb, bodily carried her to the bed and pitched her brass down. foundation and hands pinned her down as her followers almost tore their fatigues off in a bid to be the first at her, she felt better immediately. In a few seconds they descended on her en masse, pawing, clawing, grabbing at her boobs and legs, groping and spreading her wide apart. She was lifted up and flipped over as one of her work party slid under her on the bed, his thick clay dick pointing directly at the ceiling as he spread spit over its head. Without ceremony, or very much lubrication Burnett was slammed down and impaled upon it. She cried out at the botheration that shot up her little pucker gob, her eyes widened and she yelped as a hired man circled her neck and yanked her head backwards. The waiting rearing dick took reward of her heart-to-heart oral fissure and rammed in, entered her pharynx swiftly, and roughly began fucking her face. If it had n't been for the mouthful of dick, they 'd all have seen her smiling.

Frances Eliza Hodgson Burnett had no time to think as another dick entered her cum filled twat, this entry should bear been well-off with Sato's lubrication had it not been for the fact that splitting her wide-eyed open was one flagitious pecker ! The largest in her stable. It felt like it would rupture her apart, she hoped that one would not be going in her ass at any point. She barely formed that thought as she felt the knifelike pain in the ass of her enured nipple seemingly being bitten off. She tried to cry out but only succeeded in exciting and massaging the prick down her throat.

Her hands were snatched and roughly wrapped around two other dicks. What was n't clear was whether she was jacking off their rigid phallus, or if their owners were actually fucking her work force. In the true she could n't center on any one pecker it was all becoming a fuzz of sweaty, thrusting, keen pain. She was reveling in the mêlée, her arousal skyrocketed as they rode roughshod over her trunk. plenteous fluids dripped from her slit twaddle coating her overturned face.

The flurry of hands fondled, scraped, squeezed, and grabbed at her to aid their humping, the guy wire'grunting moan fueled the onset of her orgasm. Every voice of Frances Eliza Hodgson Burnett tensed up as sheer pained ecstasy coursed through her eubstance and soul. A muffled guttural moan tried escaping her stuffed mouth as she was pummeled, fucked, and reamed to a shuddering climax. The tool in her pussycat almost forced out as her cum gushed around it. The guys in her three holes reacted as expected almost immediately, and one by one shot consignment after warhead after lode of hot cum deep in her harry sweaty body.

If Burnett thought she was finished she was mistaken there were still more hard cock that had n't cum yet, and they wanted their spell. They turned her so she was almost on all IV. One immediately filled her tired aching jaw. He had one hand scuffing her hair, and the other under her mentum using it to pull her in and ram into her in one simultaneous apparent movement. She was gagging, the drivel running down her chin her eyes bulging and watery. It was setting her pussy alight, she was floating in ecstasy, every part of her felt right, felt good.

Another guy lay under her pulling her on to his face and dived into her inert pussycat with enjoy. His crotch under her chest he began rubbing his hard on against her boobs. He was never going to get a decent tit ass from her modest sized chest so he changed tack. With one handwriting he grabbed her hand to jack off his throbbing tool, and with the former rick and pulled on a dumbbell as he feasted on her. She could n't call back who and where everyone was, until another pickle greedy dick split her ass outdoors once again, and once again she moaned around the dick she was eating. The guy on the end of that moaned too, he 'd been jacking off in Burnett 's helping hand earlier, and with the added input of her throat and hum, he just could n't hold back from cumming. His articulatio coxae jerked as he climaxed hard, depositing some of his load into her throat before pulling out, his freed shaft spurting wildly, as he carried on pumping cum, finishing all over her hair's-breadth and font, some even made it as far as her ass.

Feeling him cover her in jizz, made her cum again, her hips jolt as she gushed into the mouth munching on her, as her reward his cum splashed all over her boobs. His moan worked it 's trick on her this clip making her pussy muscle spasm as one orgasm blended into another. Only the guy working in her ass was still pumping away. Now he was no longer teabaging the guy mouthing her puffy pussy he had a clear shot at it, now it was his fortune ; boggy second base, or whatever ordinal number he was. He slid seamlessly into her creamy vacuum, he did n't in conclusion a lot foresightful, and he rammed one last time filling her pussy again his ballock emptying a massive load which overflowed as soon as he pulled out. He liked seeing her gaping jam, and the creampie he 'd created.

They all flopped onto the bed, their muscled fit bodies all flushed, sweaty, torn up, and exhausted. It was then they noticed the other bozo watching them fuck were sporting massive arduous ons again. They crowded circle the bed, in no sentence they added more loads of hot cum to Burnett 's smiling lay waste to case and soundbox. They were smiling too. They joined the sweaty quite a little, but the grunts knew they could n't perch, that Frances Eliza Hodgson Burnett would require them gone, so they set to work gathering their stuff, and hot footed it out the room access, one-half dressed and happy.

She however still lay on the bed, aching, dripping, and covered from caput to toe in cum, she licked her lips tasting the cum there and she felt great, much, a good deal better now. Now, she was happy.

==

Saul kept himself to himself, and he was mostly left alone after the fighting, except by Burnett. She didn't see it as a right fighting, so two days later she was back for more. This time, she didn't let him phase her, and they squared off in the middle of the barracks. The fight was at a standstill ; neither could get past the other's guard, until Burnett misstepped.

She might have slipped, or someone might have tripped her, but whatever the intellect, she was off counterbalance, and Saul of Tarsus took advantage of this, to ram her to the floor, and get the meekness hold. This meter Burnett submitted as appropriate without the need for extra encouragement.

This time, she seemed even more turned on during her rite humiliation at Paul's hand ( and dick ), and also while Saint Paul made dear to her in the motel. While she enjoyed it even more this time, still she didn't feel right about it, and again called on her following for a gangbang, after Paul left, again puzzled by her demeanor.

==

Burnett's losses to Paul seriously dented her government agency in the barracks, the anti-Burnett sect grew, and she had to possess several competitiveness to proceed her position. In theory now Saul of Tarsus was top dog, but he showed no stake in such matters. Being top dog, he could in theory, have his pick of any of the squad, but he did n't want to ill-treat his exponent, also Frances Hodgson Burnett worked to keep him sequester. She fended off attempts by various of the girls to get close to him ; girls he might have been worry in. As top dog he should have asserted his ascendance, and smacked down Burnett for that, but all St. Paul wanted was a quiet life so let it slide.

It was a twosome of workweek later that matter came to a drumhead again. Burnett confronted him in the barracks. `` OK Ninja ! We 're having this out once and for all. '' His prowess, and his subspecies, had earned him that handle.

Paul looked up from his rule book, Burnett was standing in front of him, flanked by several of her following, again with the clenching clenched fist. He was expecting this, if he would n't force the matter, she had to. This would make up one's mind the tone of his residency in the barracks. If he were to win again, it would destroy what was left of her authority, and he'd be able to accept that still biography he craved. That and he'd also get to fuck her again, despite her weirdness, he actually liked her ; he sensed some obliterate vulnerability. She was also a red hot fuck.

On the former hand, if he were to lose, he could finally get this sappy feud out of the way, and he could take gracefully like he tried to do the first time, and again have a quiet sprightliness as one of her help. That and he'd get to go down on her, a panorama which appealed to him, even if it were in battlefront of the residuum of the police squad. He felt sure he could do a thoroughly enough job that she would get hold of him to the motel. He wasn't seeing much of a downside to this situation.

He nodded, and got up warily, staying out of image of the fists. They each regarded the former, on sentry duty for some magic which might sway the competition against them. They squared up in the middle of the elbow room ; each crouched awaiting the other to assault. There was silence, and for what seemed like an age, no one moved, as each sized up the other.

Then Burnett lunged, a cheer erupted from the crowd, Paul made to anticipate, and found himself meeting air, it was a feint, Frances Eliza Hodgson Burnett's next attack came at his offside, using his momentum to push him to the floor. Outflanked, Saint Paul fended off the grab for his arm, rolled across the flooring, and jumped up cook to attack. Burnett had not followed him to the floor as he 'd expected, she stood ready to meet him ; Paul held his ground.

Again, they faced off not moving. The crowd quietened. Again, Burnett lunged, this time it wasn't a feint, but that's what Paul was expecting, he had not committed totally to the buffet, and they found themselves locked in a wrestler's embrace, each holding the other around the cervix. With her mouth end to his ear, she whispered so only he could get a line. `` I am so turned on right wing now, can we just get to the fucking already. ``

Saint Paul had not expected an onset to his libido, even if Burnett had not intended the commentary as an flak. Momentarily surprised, he let down his safeguard. That was all the opportunity Burnett needed. She drove him to the floor, and landed on his back, with his arm in an arm lock. Still surprised, St. Paul took the opportunity to put in, even if the lock wasn't painful, he slapped the level.

An even bigger sunniness erupted, their bitch was back in direction, now maybe affair would go back to `` convention, '' whatever passed for normal in the barracks. Frances Eliza Hodgson Burnett 's boldness was a image, a mixture of pride and lecherousness. Breaking with her established tradition, she dragged Paul to his metrical foot, still in the armlock and marched him out of the barracks. Paul was in no uncertainty about just how grow on Burnett was, she had been after every premature fight, but this time she 'd just regained her status. She could n't keep her hands off him, and herself.

The two of them almost fell into the motel room eating each others faces. Burnett grabbed at the waistline of Paul 's fatigues, pushing him as they went. Still joined hungrily at the rim, they both started shedding their apparel. Apostle of the Gentiles lowered his pant and hopping across the floor started on his shirt, but just as it cleared his head he felt himself being shoved onto the bed, his center widened watching Burnett. She seemed almost to fly through the air, he braced himself as she landed on top of him, and his breath left him with an `` Oouff ! ``

She was a ferocious Mass of mouth, teeth, and clawing digit, as she discarded the rest of her clothes. Ripping off Apostle of the Gentiles 's BVDs she quickly had them both naked, only somehow St. Paul had ended up snarl in his jersey and pants, he was essentially bound at the wrists and ankle with Burnett holding his shirt over his fountainhead. She was sitting on his chest rocking, her juicy pussy column inch from his font, he could feel she was smearing his thorax with her juices.

Paul could feel her tensing, she grabbed his read/write head, holding him by his spike, and immediately began riding his face. She started slowly but forcefully, humping her pelvic arch, getting faster and faster producing, and spreading her fluids all over his grimace. Realization dawned, she was n't getting off his expression anytime soon, if he 'd see sooner he 'd bear taken a vainglorious breathing time. It was Burnett 's win, so this would be done her way. The longer she rode his face ; the more he realized she was going to experience him her way. She started moaning pretty quickly, and repeating over and over, `` Mmm suck it, suck my clit, fucking sucking it. '' He was doing his best, but she was gyrating wildly, he hung on and did what he could. She did n't call up it was good enough, so she leaned back scratching, slapping, and yanking on his meat, her way of urging him to do advantageously.

Reflexively Apostle Paul flinched at her treatment, but it did the trick, and she appreciated his renewed effort as he nibbled, chewed, and sucked on her hot, creamy, bouffant, pussy. That did it, Burnett pushed down harder on his mouth wildly jolting, jerk, and moaning loudly as her cum flooded from deep inside, filling Paul 's mouth, and covering his face.

St. Paul 's lungs were screaming for air, and he saw his fortune to best her as she basked in her shuddering orgasm. He took vantage of her distraction and flipped her over, landing on top of her, managing to disembarrass himself from his clothes as he went. She might have been powerful and fast, but she was no match for Paul 's speciality, weight, and ninja-like skills, at least in her pose state.

He felt something bubbling inside himself, anger, or fervor ? He was n't sure, but whatever it was, being pinned and used as her human sex toy fired him up. He grabbed her tight around the pharynx, trails of red wheal springing up in his finger 's Wake, and drove her legs apart with his knees. Burnett was fighting his grip, clawing at his hand, squirming as he rammed his thick nitty-gritty up her. Her fighting was exciting to them both, something Saint Paul was n't used to, but he was getting into it, fast !

His peter ripped straight into her pussycat, there was no affectionateness here, just a raw rough pounding, every oz. of his muscle used in the relentless hammer. Burnett was the one scrap for breath now, her look flushed as Saint Paul pinned her to the bed. His lecherousness filled eye burning into hers. He leaned down and kissed her, hard, pressing violently against her lips before growling in her ear, `` I 'm going to bed you raw. ''

Burnett 's eye rolled back in her capitulum, and as Paul licked, sucked, and bit down on her pap, she shuddered under him. Her pussy fluttered around his dick, gripping and pulsating sending pleasance coursing through her body making her startle and buck up against Apostle Paul 's still pistoning dick. Her fingers clawing at his book binding, raking at him, drawing blood.

Paul flinched and relaxed his helping hand on her neck, she greedily sucked in a breathing place. As she relaxed, he flipped her over, shoved her face into the mattress, and pulled her ass high. He grabbed her manus forcing them behind her back telling her as he left his bridge player print, `` I 'm going to fuck this randy ass now. '' He let a drip of saliva fall from his lips into her tight mess and thumbed it before thrusting his peter deep in her ass. With every firmly banging thrusting, her boobs jiggled, and her ass was turning a deeply shade of pink from his smacks.

Burnett was moaning constantly, contorted into a 10000 of flesh, as Paul fucked her relentlessly. He pulled her head up, almost bending her in two, while mauling, slapping, pinching, and tormenting her boobs. He huskily whispered in her ear, `` Have you had enough ? ''

Not one to return in, she used her lithe torso to gyrate around in his hold on her neck. His dick popped from her ass as she twisted and she flipped him. In a 2d, with an `` Aha, '' and a smug grin, she had him on his back, and at her clemency once more. With an even spacious grin, and a seeming misplaced giggle, Frances Eliza Hodgson Burnett jumped on his hard veiny dick and began to mount him with unabashed glee. Paul could n't aid but smile, his state of creative thinker quickly turned back into ungoverned lust, as she rode him like she was taming a wild mustang, humping, rocking her hip joint, clawing up his shoulders, her hard muscled ass bounce as she pounded up and down on him ; he loved her animalistic prowess.

Saul 's hands were all over her ass, leaving weal and hand prints, rubbing her short star, squeezing her ass buttock and pulling her so hard on to his dick that his dentition were clenching, there was a low grumble in his pharynx. His growling had returned. Her whimpering, her wetness, and her pussy 's smashed grip on his hawkshaw all alerted him to just how very much it turned her on ! He 'd give birth to think that. He realized something else, he 'd never had such a firmly fought fuck, it brought out the creature in him too, and he was reveling in it !

By now they were covered in elbow grease, Paul rolled them both, stood up, and bulldozed Frances Hodgson Burnett into the next rampart knocking the wind out of her, then he began to piston hard into her sopping wet snatch. Both were grunting with the military unit of their action, both had access and began licking, biting, and sucking on the other 's neck, each marking their property.

Their moaning was reaching a crescendo, both alive with intense erotic energy. They were mauling each other, biting and scratching as they grew closer to their height. Alice Paul could palpate the pulsating grip of her kitty-cat, her moan coming midst and fast, he in turn fucked her as hard, and as fast as he had ever done in his life sentence, as if trying to pound her into the wall. Grunting and moaning he cried out when Burnett bit down hard on his neck opening, while her cum gushed out around his dick. That, the pain of the sting, and the sense datum of the descent trickling from the wound spurred his cum to bourgeon from his testicle, burst from his dick, and splashing cryptical inside her. Both joined in simultaneous transport they panted into each other's lip as they shared a last hard kiss.

Momentarily they stood as an erotic statue, staring searchingly into each former 's eyes, before sombreness asserted itself over fagged limbs. They crumpled back down on the bed, both were heaving to get air ; they were now beginning to find the aftereffects of their session. Surveying their abrasion, contusion, chomp, and welts they looked at each other and grinned. They knew this would n't be the conclusion time this happened.

==

Lying in their sweaty slew recovering, Burnett looked glad than she had on the premature occasions. She asked Paul, `` Hey, is that offer still open ? ``

Paul the Apostle was still gathering his wits, `` What offer. ``

'' Sex, without the fighting. ``

'' Oh, err, yeah, sure. '' He assumed the fighting she referred to was in the barracks, not on the bed they were on. Difficult to tell it was sex, not fighting. The sex he was definitely up for, but at that tip, he was n't sure about her stableness, and hoped his dick was n't leading him to the wrong property. 'Never stick your dick in crazy ,'was sound advice, but hard to watch over when the crazy was offering herself to you.

She ventured, `` You know, I 've been thinking. ''

'' Uh, huh ? ``

'' I think I worked out why I did n't like you. ``

She was sounding Sir Thomas More towards the crazy now. If she did n't like him, why was she wanting sex ? `` Oh, why 's that ? ``

'' You remind me of my Dad ; I do n't want to know my Dad. ``

Paul was worried in a dissimilar way now, `` Did he abuse you ? ``

Burnett was startled, `` No, no, nothing like that. He 's the tolerant, most gentle man ever. Maybe too gentle sometimes, Mom kinda walks all over him. ``

Paul wondered if that 's where her personality came from, her Mom. But Frances Hodgson Burnett continued, `` There 's something I should narrate you about my parents. ``

'' What ? ``

Burnett started to say something, but thought better of it. After several effort, she said, `` Why do n't I show you instead. Do you want to make out conform to them ? We could have dinner. ``

Paul thought she meant at some future time, so answer, `` Sure. ``

Burnett had other melodic theme though, `` We 'd amend get cleaned up then, you go shower, I 'll warn them we 're coming. '' She reached for her earphone. He had n't moved, so she looked at him, `` Well go on then. '' He thought he 'd meliorate go along with that and jumped in the shower.

Later they caught a ride, and it took them to one of the residential area surrounding their basis. It was an upscale gated community. Paul hoped they would n't get quit, he really did not belong in that form of place, and they would n't normally let him in ; he 'd probably be arrested for trying. The ride pulled up to a gate, Paul was panicking, thinking there must be some problem, but Burnett lowered the window and smiled at the precaution at the gate. The guard jumped up and saluted like she was person, then opened the gate for them. The ride then pulled up to a fancy house and let them off.

Burnett led him to the presence door, which recognized her, and she entered. Once inside, Burnett led him through one of the door off the impressive hallway, into a keep way. From the early end of the room a phonation boomed, `` Miss Bernice, is that you ? ``

'' It 's me mama. '' Frances Eliza Hodgson Burnett answered, and soon a very large noblewoman appeared, she was not so improbable, but very wide. Burnett ran to her and hugged her, she was hugged back tightly. `` Hey Mama, this is Paul. '' She indicated to Saul of Tarsus, then addressed him, `` Apostle of the Gentiles, this is 'Fanny', my nanny. Well, she 's more housekeeper these days. ``

Saul was already overawed by the theatre, now a nanny/housekeeper, Burnett 's parents were seriously ample, he was wondering why she was just a grunt like him ; her parents could obviously afford to buy her a commission. He held out his helping hand to Fanny, `` I 'm pleased to meet you Fanny. ``

Fanny took his hand and curtsied, `` Pleased to forgather you Mr Paul. '' Then continued, `` So you 're the boy who 's had Bernice all of a twitter these last weeks. ``

Saint Paul did n't know how to suffice that, but Burnett came to his aid, `` Now ma, you 're embarrassing our guest. ``

seat cowed slightly, and decided she had to be elsewhere, `` I 've got to go tend to dinner. It wo n't be long. '' Then disappeared back from whence she came.

Paul was trying to think of what his next move was, when they heard the door unfold. Burnett 's Dad stepped into the room. St. Paul recognized him, injection dash upright, snapped to care, and saluted, `` General ! '' He was n't sure enough exactly where the General was in the chain of command, but her Dad was considerably closer to the President of the United States in the Ernst Boris Chain than to him. He really did n't know what to do, so continued the salute at attention.

Burnett ran up to the General, squealing, `` Daddy ! ``

He greeted her, `` Hey kiddo. '' She hugged him, again she got hugged tightly, and they wrestled playfully, testing the others strength. That contest seemed to be a wash, so she kissed him on the cheek.

The General looked to Saint Paul, still at attention, then to Burnett and addressed Paul the Apostle, `` Knock it off son, I 'm not the general here. ``

Burnett looked back to Apostle Paul and said, `` Sorry, I should have warned you. In the sign, he 's the General only if he 's wearing his hat. If he 's not wearing his hat, we can occupy just as a lot notice of him as if he were just my Dad. '' The General was n't wearing a hat at that point Alice Paul noted, and he relaxed some. Though it was difficult to relax entirely. It was obvious he was `` just Dad '' to Frances Hodgson Burnett though.

Burnett made the origination, `` Dad, this is Saint Paul, Apostle of the Gentiles this is my Dad. '' She then went on, `` Just in case you 're wondering, he is *THE* superior general, he commands the entire US Spaceforce, and makes a drug abuse of saving the world regularly. ``

The full general stepped up to Apostle of the Gentiles and proffered a hand, `` Pleased to meet you St. Paul, and do n't take any notice of what Bernie says about me. ``

Alice Paul was totally overawed by meeting the livelihood legend, not to name his position in his Ernst Boris Chain of dictation. `` Pleased to conform to you sir. ``

Just then they heard the door capable again. This time a young girl walked in, must be Burnett 's younger sis he thought. But, Burnett ran to her cheering, `` Mom ! '' She picked her bodily off the floor, hugged her tightly, and kissed her. Frances Eliza Hodgson Burnett carried the `` girlfriend '' over to Saul of Tarsus, so they were about on the rectify eye stratum to recognise each early. `` Mom, this is Apostle Paul ; Paul this is my Mom. '' Something about her Mom was familiar to Saul of Tarsus, but before he could puzzle that. She continued. `` Yeah, she is that Colonel, we 're going to be having technical foul briefings from her. ''

That explained the impropriety, though at that bit, she definitely did not look like a soldier. She looked more like a Shirley synagogue impersonator. It was foreign that Burnett was so tall when her Mom was so short. Burnett took after her Dad, she was only slightly smaller than he was. The Colonel greeted Paul with a shake, then Burnett handed her over to the superior general, who continued holding her off the trading floor, and kissed her in a much LE platonic manner.

While they were involved, Paul turned to Frances Eliza Hodgson Burnett and asked the initiative of many questions he had. `` How come you 're 'Burnett ,'when neither of your folks are ? ``

'' I want to be just a oink, not the General 's daughter. '' Saul could now value that, but she added, `` Do n't you presume tell anyone, if you still desire your balls. '' Paul had no intention of mentioning any of this, and he greatly valued his balls. She continued saying she got her name from some ascendent who fought in a war sometime in the last C. A war that Paul only vaguely knew about, but she seemed proud of her distant ancestor.

Everyone took a keister at the dining table, and tail end served the meal. Saul was impressed at both the quantity and the quality of the meal, it had been a long time since he 'd had such a good abode cooked meal as this. That made sitting next to the General and the Colonel easier. He had not expected to be literally rubbing shoulders with such rarified party. It would have got been stressful enough had they just been Burnett 's parents, but they did supervise to put him at his simplicity, he found himself conversing quite naturally with them. He could see that she did get a lot of her personality from her Mom, who was send and forthright, though without the awkward vulnerability that Burnett betrayed.

At some point during the meal, the General leaned in conspiratorially and told Saul in tones no one else would hear, `` Now son, I 'm beaming Bernice has found you, just mind you treat her right. As a General, I can only get you court-marshaled, as a father on the other hand, … '' The implication was not lost on Paul.

After dinner Burnett showed Saint Paul up to her room. It was incongruously pink and feminine, bottle of perfume, war paint, and some decidedly non-regulation lingerie ( which he kinda hoped to see her model soon ! ) arrayed about the place. Not the Frances Hodgson Burnett he was comrade with at all, until he noticed among posters of horse cavalry, and the ones of clean cut square jawed pop stars, he barely even recognized, was a poster for the `` M31a2 Personal Weapons System, '' the assault rifle all the grunts used and loved. That was more the Burnett he knew, but then she took his thinker off such things, when she started undoing the buttons on his shirt.

He had some mental reservation, he was in the General 's menage, her parent 's family, and she was the superior general 's girl, but she was obviously turned on, and wanted something. The low matter she wanted was to get raw, and they efficiently stripped each early of their apparel. There was a legal brief pause as Burnett looked Apostle Paul up and down, she paused to admire his hard on before continuing her scan. Saul was n't sure if she were evaluating him as a predator appraising it 's prey, or as a fan. Probably both, was his conclusion.

Burnett gave a elated yakety-yak, and there was a flurry of hand, and Apostle of the Gentiles was slammed down onto the bed, amid the auditory sensation of protesting bed natural spring and more laughter. Taken by surprise, Paul instinctively gathered himself for a counter approach, as Burnett landed on top of him. He fended off an attempt to seize with teeth his tit, and managed to flip themselves over so he was on top, sending the bedside lamp crashing to the floor in the process.

If he 'd thought about it, he might have thought he encountered little resistance to his following move, as he pinned one of her sleeve above her head, and hurtle his pecker into her mouth. That silenced Frances Eliza Hodgson Burnett 's laughter, but then the chamber door opened, the General stuck his promontory in and asked, `` Are you kids all … Oh … '' He trailed off as he saw the scene before him.

Saul of Tarsus instinctively flinched. He stopped himself before he saluted, but his dick pulled out of her mouth with a pop. Scowling, Burnett shouted at the General, `` Dad ! Could we experience some privacy here ! '' Saint Paul noticed that her leg were widely spread, and her other hand was playing with her pussy, that was why it 'd been so easy to subdue her, she was only using one hand.

The full general however retreated, muttering awkwardly `` Sorry, I, I … '' As he closed the room access behind him, he heard the sounds of laughter, first from Bernice, then Paul joined in. He tried to suppress his fatherly instincts to want to kill the boy, and be glad that his daughter was so glad for once. role of him was impressed he managed to get her in that time lag, another portion was trying to erase that mental image from his mind.

Later, Frances Eliza Hodgson Burnett and Saul said their goodbyes and left. Alice Paul was having trouble meeting the full general 's gaze after that incident. The General 's demeanor was inscrutable to Paul. Burnett was happy though, and hugged and kissed the superior general. On the ride back to the barracks, Frances Hodgson Burnett was quite recreate and quizzed Saul of Tarsus on how he liked her parents. Apart from being surprised ( and intimidated ) at who they were, he did say he quite liked them, they were cool off. Frances Hodgson Burnett was visibly relieved by that opinion.

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Apostle of the Gentiles was made irregular in the barracks'power structure, it was obvious to everyone that they were buff, not that they tried to hide the fact. This put him squarely in the petit larceny politics he 'd much rather keep out of. Most of the barracks deferred to him now, though there was subtle hostility from the shrinking anti-Burnett faction. There was n't too much receptive defiance, but occasionally Frances Eliza Hodgson Burnett felt the need to stamp her authority on someone.

After defeating the opposing soldier, then humiliating them, she would drag Saul of Tarsus to the motel where they 'd have vigorous sex. Though a detached observer might not be able to tell it was sex, not a fight. Paul the Apostle found those episodes exhilarating, and surprisingly adumbrate. That was when Burnett was most herself and relaxed. Paul saw the actual raw Burnett, without any of the veneer of civilisation she tried to apply.

Apostle Paul got to know the literal Burnett in the barracks too, she was unlike anyone else he 'd ever known. In many elbow room she was more like a child, as if she 'd never grown up. Her parents had bought her the best education possible, something Apostle Paul envied her for, he 'd never had that chance, his future was bleak until he 'd been drafted. He still was n't sure he had much of a future. In Burnett 's lawsuit, that teaching was mainly directed at coping with the earth, `` adulting '' as she called it. Just living as an adult was a challenge for Burnett. She needed structure in her lifetime, and the US Army provided that for her.

When she 'd arrived in the barracks it was ruled by Vince `` Puppy '' Merrill. Though when Burnett first encountered him, his handle was `` Big Dog, '' but quickly got demoted to pup, and he now headed up the anti-Burnett faction. The rules she imposed were the same ones Merrill had imposed, she never thought to change the formula, she liked rules, they provided social system. By those rules, she only needed to prove she was top dog, after that she did n't exploit her authorization, in fact, she protected all her national from those who might raven on them ( which Puppy had been wont to do ).

He learnt of some of her other curiosity, the substance abuse she had of clenching her fist didn't necessarily usher she wanted to hit someone, though she often did feel that way. The clenching was one of the ways she 'd cope ; it defused her stress. Another peculiarity was her response to a dismount touch. She found that intensely painful, if he hugged her, he should do it strongly, just like he 'd seen her house doing. That made him cerebrate of when he 'd been making love after their fight, she 'd witness his technique painful, the rule was his choice of perversion, so she endured it, and had found it confusingly arousing.

Paul also got used to the routine of the Spaceforce grunt. Mainly boredom. There were menstruum of ennui in space. Sometimes they were the garrison on the big troop carriers, the social movement air of defense against the aliens. They were in constant readiness ; an attack was expected anytime. Though in interstellar battle, `` anytime '' could be years away, it had been two years since the survive approach by the alien. He knew nothing of any architectural plan to use up the fight to the outlander, that was way above his pay grade, something the General was working on. Any such plans were still years away from fruition. Or sometimes they were a small detachment on a smaller spaceship, as defense against being boarded.

There were periods of boredom back at their base on Earth, some worse than others. Much of the fourth dimension they were free to leave the base, but couldn't go too far, they had to be able to be back within half a day. At to the lowest degree those times you could get a way. There were several motels just off bag ; they rented by the hour. Burnett was lucky her parents lived so close by, they could get away to a comfortable ( if pink ) room, and a rest home cooked meal. Paul had been adopted as one of the category now, his own parents were respective states away. He couldn't get to see them except on run parting.

Though often times they were the set up reserve ; they had to be ready to be launched into space at 30 minutes notice. Those were the rack up, they had to just hang around the barracks, doing zilch. Apart from watching motion picture, for some grounds old Shirley synagogue movies were in vogue, gambling, scrap, and sex were the main nothing they did. Sometimes it was difficult to differentiate between those lowest two, and the sex had to be in the barracks, so you got used to ignoring your bunk mates doing the deed, or indeed ignoring their ignoring you doing the deed.

Burnett had an reward there, she did n't notice a lot of the early 's reactions, so she could happily do the deed and not even see she was being watched. Paul was not so lucky, but would get overruled by his erection. On one such social occasion, Burnett had gone to shower and was now walking back to her rot, totally naked. Paul first noticed the change in background hubbub, and looked up from his Scripture to see Frances Eliza Hodgson Burnett casually walking through the barracks. He was n't the merely one to notice her, luck of pairs of eyes were following her, several, both male person and female, with lust filled glances.

Paul more than glanced, he was quite mesmerized, her strange lulu really shone through like this. She walked with a hefty Grace, a subtle, but oh so alluring swing of the hips, and a thin wobble of her dummy. The showing was having its common result on Paul, he was unvoiced, and is often the instance his hard on was in an uncomfortable position, but he did n't want to correct himself in front of the unanimous police squad. All St. Paul wanted to do was slip away to a motel where he could utilize his hard on in private.

Burnett had no such reservations, as she walked towards Paul, she smiled. She gave him her usual appraising look, he still was n't sure he was n't prey, or lunch. Her centre settled on the protuberance in his fatigue duty gasp, Saul of Tarsus froze like he was fair game, both afraid and hopeful that he knew what was coming side by side. She took a last twosome of stair towards him, knelt in front of him and reached for the zip on his pants.

His cheeks burning at the stake red, he glanced around the barracks, not everyone was feigning indifference, and not everyone feigning indifference was doing so convincingly. He felt like all the eyes in the barracks were staring at him. Some, both male and female, wishing they were him, and some, both male person and female wishing they were Frances Eliza Hodgson Burnett. It was the thought of the guys wanting to go down on him that were most disturbing, until Burnett 's blowjob pushed all such thoughts out of his mind.

He wafted along on waves of ecstasy, temporarily unconcerned as the blowjob consumed his senses, she even drove opinion of what was next from his mind. She reached that point though, she stopped with the blowjob and reclined on his berth, with her legs heart-to-heart, smiling. She was so sexy, she was uncoerced, to a greater extent than unforced, and that was sexy, but that smile was the sexy of all. Still, he glanced around the room, seeing furtive glances from those ostensibly ignoring them, whether they were actually ignoring him and Burnett, or not.

In his electric current state of rousing, that did n't seem to matter so much. He had a backbreaking on, and she had a wet and willing pussy ; there was only one potential conclusion. He let his primitive side take over, his kind ennoble side of meat was too embarrassed to be seen at that moment. Not for him, his common approach where he might feast on her tasty pussy, instead he plunged straight in. She was naked, he was still in fatigues, at least he had those to handle his embarrassment. Only his putz was sticking out, dicks do n't care, they only want one thing.

His putz got what it wanted, he pounded away with strong graceless thrusts, and she smiled at him. Saul wanted this to be over, his shaft was happy with that thought, and that grinning pushed him over the edge. He came, letting out a primitive grunt which attracted the glances he 'd not want to gather. Then he collapsed, and buried his cheek in her dummy, hiding his embarrassment, trying not to opine of who was watching. Burnett had n't actually come from the meeting, but she was happy she 'd provoke such a reaction from him, and that she 'd pleased him ( or so she thought ).

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It was during a period of boredom as the only squad on a small outer space Destroyer that Burnett was woken by the atomic number 8 alarm clock. She wasn't yet fully arouse, but her training took over. First, she grabbed the selection patch located on the breast of her fatigue shirt, and stuck it over her nose and mouth. Exhaling into the patch formed it into a mask adhering to her face. The water vapor in her breath catalyzed a reaction which released oxygen she could catch one's breath in, as it scrubbed the CO2 which might vote out her.

The eyepatch was only guaranteed to play for two minutes, so you had to put to work fast. Next, tally your immediate surroundings. If you can return aid in ten seconds, you were to do so. You could apply someone else's patch if they weren't able-bodied, but after those ten seconds you had to leave them to their fate.

She didn't see anyone needing immediate aid, so she went to the metrical foot of her bunk where her space courtship was stored. Even with all the drills they'd had, putting on a space cause was slippery. Putting one on in under 90 sec, under low oxygen weather, with an alarm blaring in your ears was especially gainsay. fifty-seven seconds later, she sealed the helmet on her case, and it showed super acid condition. At to the lowest degree now the alarm was silenced in her ears, she could think.

She would possess been pleased at beating her personal record if she weren't so worried about what the fuck was going on. It might be a recitation, they loved practice session, it punctuated the ennui. It might be an onrush, at that instant she just didn't know. She looked around, most of the oink were in the final level of suiting up ; several of them were going jet on her condition video display. The faceplate of the helmet gave augmented imagination, and overlaid status of those around her. The case networked themselves over a topical anaesthetic optical network ( basically they shot laser at each former, their beams carried info ). Her display showed who each suit was, and their status.

Each suit of clothes now showed green except one nearby, `` Lunk '' showed a red status. 'Damn Kowalski again,'thought Frances Eliza Hodgson Burnett as she stepped over to him to fork up aid. That was the next footstep, render aid to any in fuss. She saw the issue, flipped the right match, and twisted the helmet into plaza. Lunk 's status turned green.

Next step, check in. She looked at the comms display, `` down. '' She was not on the command net, she couldn't communicate with anyone outside of the barracks, including anyone who could give way them orders.

'' Anyone got comms ? '' The suit recognized it as a broadcast question, and the optical network relayed it to everyone. It also recognized it as a head, and switched to showing comm status for the others. She looked around, everyone was showing a red `` Down '' status.

'' Who's in complaint ? ''

The lawsuit recognized the question, applied the common heuristic program and concluded, `` Burnett. ``

'' dump ! '' Thought Burnett, she'd just been nominated as the most feasible leader by the causa'AIs collectively. She had never wanted instruction, she 'd avoided all attempts to dedicate it to her. Now she was it, and all the grunt were looking at her. She had that horrible touch sensation of losing control, she wanted to hit someone, but that wasn't an choice, her fists instinctively clenched. She glanced at a controller on the display.

iniquity. Dark. The faceplate went opaque, all displays went dark. She was alone with the sound of her external respiration. One, Two, Three, she counted her breaths, the feeling receded. She heard her Mom say ‘ Use your words.'One of her earliest memories.

'' On ! '' The faceplate went back to transparent, the status video display reappeared. Everyone was looking her way. Looking to her for orders, son of a bitch ! Turn a negative into a positive. These were her team, protecting them was what she did.

She glanced at `` local anaesthetic '' on the status display, so her question would not be broadcast, then asked, `` Now what ? ``

'' 1. constitute a perimeter. '' The AIs had a multifariousness of generic prompting for grunt cut off from the chain of command.

Frances Hodgson Burnett thought this auditory sensation advice, and she was happy to be told what to do. Glancing at `` programme '' on the display, she first barked, `` artillery. '' Those who hadn't already picked up their weapon system did so, including Burnett herself, she'd been too meddlesome stressing over the office to take care of that.

Then she signaled to some grunts on the left. `` You four, that door. '' Pointing to the threshold at one end, the barracks had an entrance at either end. The four indicated moved to take up spot guarding the door. At the early end, `` You four, that door. '' Those four moved to shoot up location. `` Everyone else, to me. '' The rest of the squad gathered around her.

Local again, `` Now what ? ``

'' 2. hold for orders. ``

‘ Typical,'thought Burnett, the ordination was always ‘ Wait.'

'' OK, relax. We wait here until someone tells us what to do. '' She looked around the accumulate grunts, they took up positions on the neighboring bunks. ‘ electric arc'caught her eye, Larry Capello, the comms specialist. Focusing on him to form a buck private link, she asked him, `` Sparks, any idea why we 're not on instruction net ? ``

'' No BB. None of the diagnostics are showing anything. ``

'' Keep working on it. '' Burnett encouraged Dame Muriel Spark, he was currently their only hope of contact.

Again she retreated, she turned the faceplate to full phase of the moon virtual, it was opaqued, but showed the world outside from the suit's cameras. She had to keep control. She sent the vantage point spinning around. She could see everything, there was gild. She needed monastic order. She took a personal inventory. She had all her arm, all her senses, she had her weapon.

She checked over the status of the courting, and settled on ‘ O2 reserve ,'it showed, ‘ stream : 26h43m'at least she was good for a day of waiting, but she saw next to it. 'Estimated : 2h01m in fight .'She frowned at the O2 taciturnity display, and the faceplate switched back to augmented position exhibit. Looking around, she could see the reserve of the others in the squad. It varied from about 18 time of day for the larger guys up to 30 60 minutes for the smaller young woman.

She was interrupted, `` BB Gun ? '' The video display said it was twinkle asking.

'' Yeah ? ``

'' I got some diagnostic information. The comms are down with a status of 'corrupted .'''

'' What 's that mean ? ``

'' Dunno, I 've never seen it before. Hold on. … The manual says it could be interference, or mortal is listening in. '' flicker had the manual up on his exhibit ; it was n't helping him fix the problem. What neither of them knew, was the command net was secured with quantum encryption. That was theoretically inconceivable to intercept, if someone tried to intercept the communication, the receiver was alerted to that, and it did n't pass the traffic.

The thought that somebody might be listening into the mastery net was worrying. She glanced around the room again, the status was much as before, except for `` Ninja, '' his position was now showing 35h13m O2 reserve. She focused on Ninja, `` Hey Ninja, whatcha doing ? ``

A unforesightful break, `` Meditating. '' That explained the improve O2 status.

'' Something 's hinky with the command net, go recon and come up a grade insignia or someone. '' She was charging him with going to recover someone to order them what to do. She looked around the get together grunts, `` exact Babydoll with you. '' holly `` Babydoll '' Hewitt was the modest of the grunt, so used the least oxygen and was showing 33h34m O2 stockpile. Those two had the most oxygen to part with, so could use a little on the mission.

She linked to Babydoll, `` Hey Babydoll, go with Ninja, he 's going to recon the office. ``

'' OK BB. ``

She switched to circularise, `` mind up ! Ninja and Babydoll are going on a recon, stay alert while they 're out there. And do n't forget to loose, it extends your O2 provision. '' Those two orders were more or less contradictory, Burnett never asked for this gig.

The door at one end, closest to the officer'mess, where you 're most likely to find an officer, was cautiously cracked. Nothing untoward was seen outside. Ninja and Babydoll exited, and the door was left open a cleft and one grunt kept watch.

Ten minutes later the door was opened, Ninja and Babydoll reentered, and the threshold was shut and locked behind them. That was when Burnett realized she 'd left the status showing on O2 taciturnity. His reserve was now showing 5h02m, like he 'd been spooked ; he was using almost as practically O as he would in combat. He linked into Burnett in private. `` The place is crawling with hemipteron ; they 've got the officers. '' `` bug '' was what the stranger were commonly called.

With no ship's officer useable, it was down to the grunt to act. Not something they 'd trained for, so what the ass do they do ? Frances Eliza Hodgson Burnett had come to take there was no shame in asking for help, so she broadcast to the room. `` Listen up ! There are microbe on the ship. They 're jamming up the command net. Anyone any brightly ideas what the nookie we do now ? I 'm all capitulum. ``

Ninja spoke first, `` How about we contact the brass off ship. Ask them what to do. ``

That gave twinkle an mind, `` We could use the pinch conn, it 's usually unman and has its own optical maser transmitters. '' The emergency conn was a stand-in if either the bridge or the principal communication systems had been taken off rail line ( like being shot up in a fight ). The ship could be controlled from there, as well as having the backup communication organization, Sparks had been shown it during his shipboard orientation.

'' Could you work it ? '' Burnett asked Sparks.

'' I could try … '' flicker sounded unsure on that point, but at that bit, it sounded like their only alternative. Burnett considered if she should institutionalise a insularism to do that, but decided, `` reconnaissance in force, '' i.e., everyone going together, was their Best option.

Sparks told them where to incur the emergency conn, then the squad headed out, using the stock tactics for negotiating a spaceship in battle. Burnett was mighty happy to have breeding to fall back on for this situation, she hated that she was currently in statement, she was only just holding on, but she was motivated to do proficient by her police squad.

They arrived at the conn without encountering anyone. Again, she set up a perimeter, then got Sparks to do his thing. She noted her O2 reserve was now showing 14h49m, they were burning through oxygen with all this action and stress. She again sent out the contradictory fiat to relax, but remain vigilant.

arc linked in, `` I think I 've got this, who do we peach to ? ``

That stymied Burnett for a second, but like all things military, she thought of the mountain range of instruction. `` Where 's the ship usually get its orders from ? '' After some investigating, Spark worked out that 'd usually be the flagship, so he opened a link to there.

That did n't go well, and soon Sparks reported back to Burnett, `` They want a realization code. They told me to knock it off, or they 'll report me. '' He sounded fearful they were going to be in trouble for this, using the communicating systems without authorization.

Frances Eliza Hodgson Burnett realized she did suffer one identification code, so inquire Muriel Sarah Spark, `` Can you get ground on that ? ``

'' Err… '' Sparks checked the system and the manual he 'd downloaded from the console. `` Yes, I can do that. '' He sounded triumphal, relieved that he could do something useful.

'' spread a link to … '' She then gave flicker an alphanumeric code and a recognition code.

It seemed like an eternity to Spark and Burnett, but it was probably only 20 irregular before a voice came on the link, `` Hey kiddo, what 's up ? ``

Burnett flipped the link to private, before she burst out, `` Daddy ! ! ! '' She did n't know if she were Sir Thomas More relieved to get wind her Dad, or an officer in this site. He was a cheering mixed bag of both at that minute. adjacent she gave her virtually concise sum-up of the problem in decreasing rescript of severity as she saw it, `` Command net is down, and there are germ on the ship. '' Then, she gave vocalism to her former fears, `` I know you said I should use this contact only in fearsome emergencies ; I think this counts. ``

The general had envisioned the personal code he 'd given her would be used in more personal portion, but this certainly counted as a dire hand brake. He wanted to reassure her about that, `` No kiddo, you 're doing amercement. '' But at that import, he needed to act on the information she 'd given him. `` I got ta go give some gild ; you just hang on a s there. ``

Pleased to be talking to anyone in command, and doubly pleased to be talking to her Dad, she did n't even mind the purchase order to look, `` Sure daddy. ``

hour passed, then the General came back on the link. `` Hey kiddo, things are going to be mulct. I 've got ta go work, but I 'm going to hired hand you off to a new Sir Ernst Boris Chain of control, be sure to keep this link surface. ``

'' OK, dad. ``

'' I love you kiddo, I 'm just about to put my hat on, but first, Mom wants to say 'hi .'''

Her Mom 's voice came on the link, `` Hi dearest, I love you. ``

'' I love you too Mom. ``

'' I 've got to go, your Dad just put his hat on, just make sure to do the right thing. ``

Her Dad 's voice came on the tie, `` Burnett ! ``

'' Sir ! ``

'' Well-done soldier. '' Her thorax swelled with pride, and then a stranger 's vocalization came on the link, but at to the lowest degree it was soul who had society. Back on land Burnett's Mom and Dad worried, they may never see her alive again, the state of affairs was indeed dire. Her Dad kissed her Mom, put on his hat on for real, and the General left to go fight back his war. He couldn't let the living of even his daughter weigh on his decisions, she'd have to fend for herself.

Frances Hodgson Burnett switched the connexion over to pass around so the altogether squad could hear the new range of statement. She was damn beaming she was no longer in command. After that, it was well-fixed. They were ordered to run their perimeter to the nearby pinch docking ports, so reinforcing stimulus could come aboard to recapture the ship. That spread the team dangerously thin, so when the bugs realized what was happening and attacked, there were many casualty, but the team held the line long enough for the reinforcements to land.

The action was just what Burnett wanted from being a grunt ; she never ever wanted to be in command.

==

After the ship was retaken, and the dust settled, Burnett 's squad was rotated back to Earth for some R & R, and two weeks leave. There were many commendations for the squad, including Burnett herself. One of the commendations was for saving Puppy 's life at `` great personal hazard,"she 'd fought off three bugs which were overwhelming him. She kept them at bay long enough for reinforcements to arrive, and then dragged pup to the medick. Puppy was invalided out because of his wounding, but at least he was still alive.

With the parting, Paul could get base to see his parents, but before that, they went to Frances Eliza Hodgson Burnett 's star sign. Her parents hugged her even tighter this time. Over dinner party, Burnett recounted the conflict in detail, the General beamed with pride, her Mom looked more conflicted, contemplating how close they 'd been to losing her. Burnett only became subdued when she recounted how her comrades had fallen.

After dinner, they retired to Burnett's way, this time she said, `` Let's try it your way, '' to Apostle Paul as she reclined naked on the bed. She 'd been pondering the pain and pleasure he 'd caused her with his variety and gentle love making. She thought she could consider with the pain sensation, and the pleasure would definitely be worth it, it was like nada else. She closed her eyes and steeled herself for his touch.

She felt his back talk on her mamilla, then his hand on her early boob. It was n't what she was expecting, it was pleasant, not the acute sensation she was waiting for. Saul of Tarsus was understandably reluctant to do Burnett pain, she 'd trained him how to touch her. She opened her eye and saw him kneeling side by side to her, she reached across and found his balls. growl, `` I said your way ! '' She punctuated the point with a speedy tug, then she lay back and closed her eyes again.

Suitably chastised, Apostle of the Gentiles started again. Again, Burnett steeled herself, and this time the expected violation materialized. It was just a kiss on her mouth, but to Frances Eliza Hodgson Burnett, it felt more like a boxing glove to the fount, something she was not unfamiliar with. She thought to herself ,'I can do this .'She tried to unlax, to roam with the `` puncher, '' not to refuse it.

The following candy kiss landed as expected on her cervix, she let it wash over her, 'Turn a damaging into a positive ,'that was n't painfulness, that was lovemaking. She could deal that much love, she hissed in a breathing spell over her teeth before she exhaled, and an `` Ooo ohhh '' quietly escaped her mouth. Another wave of love arrived with the side by side candy kiss, eliciting a soft breathy, `` Aahhhh yesssss ! '' The kisses continued down her neck, delivering further waves of love, leaving her no hazard to asses her status, but when the kiss landed on her nipple her position became obvious when, with an `` Mmmm, ohhhhh God, '' her orgasm rocketed from her tit to detonate in her twat, even before his fingerbreadth found her other mamilla, to add another stress to the orgasm.

Burnett lay totally wrecked on the bed, she could n't digest much more of this, but the Assault started up again as Saul of Tarsus kissed down her belly. She could n't handle it, she opened her heart and rocked her head side to side, trying to keep some sanity. She clenched her fists, nails digging into thenar, that was n't helping either.

The adjacent kiss landed just shy of her pubes, the propinquity of his lips made her pussy quiver, sending her skunk into overdrive. Her pussy tingled and throbbed, crying out for attention, she could n't stand it anymore. Grasping his head, her hips bucked, as she rammed her kitty into his face almost screeching, `` Just fuck me ! '' And came, explosively, stronger than she ever had before. She was totally demolished, she ached worse than after a 12 troll fisticuffs match, and was only murkily aware of her milieu. What she did turn aware of was a comforting sensation from her pussy. Apostle Paul had been relieved at the order to fuck her, he 'd been so mightily turned on by her reactions, he was n't certain he could restrain up his gentle progress.

Now he abandoned any pretense at making honey and was pounding away at her as hard as he could. Compared to his previous violation, that felt merely comforting to Burnett, so she relaxed, opened her middle and smiled as she saw the loudness on St. Paul 's face. As before, the smile pushed Paul the Apostle over the edge, he came, and again rolled off of her. They both lay in their individual sweaty heaps recovering. Paul was first to make a motion, he rolled back and hugged her tightly. Burnett sighed contentedly, this she could experience with.

==

None of the grunts were privy to the conclusions of the investigation that followed the incident. It pointed out various flaw in their operations, and made several testimonial on how to amend matters.

The main defect was the communications, while the protocol were designed to keep them secure, the aliens had worked out how to use those safeguards to effectively closure command and control, just by listening in. The comms were changed to force care to the eavesdropping, rather than just suppressing all mention of it. Training was added on what to do if the net went down, and exercising would regularly include this scenario. Burnett didn't realize it, but she'd more or less `` saved the world '' herself, and made operation safer for generations of grunt to follow. She just looked forward to more action mechanism in future .