A
Soldier's Reward
by Sterling The war was not going well. One quote from the recent council meeting stuck with Colonel Dylan Dodge:
"What
we need is men -- it doesn't have to be many -- maybe a couple
thousand, who will risk a really high casualty rate and keep fighting.
We have the technology. Put them in a single unit, and we can turn this
around."
The colonel's heart was pounding as he made the
appointment with General Butterfield, it pounded when he was ushered
in, and it kept pounding as he explained his idea.
"Absolutely not! How can you even suggest such a thing!"
Colonel
Dodge realized he was drenched with sweat. After further explanation,
the General said, "It will never work! No civilians would volunteer to
do their part. No soldiers would volunteer to!"
Colonel Dodge
pointed out that given the new more comprehensive tests included in the
army physical, it was possible to know which soldiers might volunteer.
General Butterfield bit his lip. "And how are you going to explain this to the parents?"
"Our
sons are getting killed, maimed, and traumatized for life. Would your
daughter possibly be willing to sacrifice too? She won't be harmed
physically. This could resonate especially with girls whose big
brothers are in the army, suffering."
The country was desperate.
Colonel Dodge was authorized to do feasibility studies. To his great
relief, no one asked probing questions about why he, personally had
been the one to come up with this idea.
Sergeant George Brown smiled. Sometimes it was
a good idea to volunteer for an assignment without knowing what it
would be. He'd been told that he was eligible because he'd earned his
Silver Star. He hoped that mean it would be something good, and it
turned out to be a good guess.
Quality control. Quality control for the Loli Privates.
Here was 7-year-old Mary. She looked pale.
"Hi, Mary, how's it going?" he asked.
"Fine," she said.
"You up for doing a big service for your country?"
"OK."
"Can I slide my hand up under your dress?"
She nodded, but he saw the beginning of tears in her eyes.
He put his hand on her knee, and slid it gently up between her legs. She frowned and put her legs together.
Here
was Tina, age 8. Ready to lose her virginity. One of the other Quality
Control soldiers must have gotten her through the first stage, because
she didn't look familiar.
A lovely little black girl.
"Hey, Tina, you know what we're here for?"
"Yeah! You're gonna stick it in me, so I find out what it's like. Go ahead!"
Down came the panties, then she lay back and spread her legs.
Sergeant Brown ditched his trousers and underpants. He was quite soft.
"Oh,
yeah, let me help get it hard." She scrambled up and stroked his balls,
and took his cock in her mouth. She did a great job. Thirty seconds
later, she took her mouth off. "There!" she said, looking with pride at
his stiff cock.
She resumed her former position, never taking her eyes off his cock.
He leaned forward into position. She held her lips open and guided him in.
"Oh, baby, that's nice!" he said as he slid in. Nice texture, wet and tight. "Look at me," he said.
She
looked into his face, expressionless, for a few seconds, then her eyes
returned with interest to the thick shaft that was pumping in and out
of her.
For her it was all about the organs. Well, he was happy to concentrate on the organs too.
He
had a hunch she wouldn't be sensitive to rough talk either. "Oh, baby,
you're a great fuck," he growled. And he picked up the pace, slamming
himself deeper and faster. "Oh, what a hot bitch!" he said. She just
smiled a little more.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, you cunt, you hot cunt, cunt, cunt, yeah!" he said as his cock erupted in her little pussy.
Her
eyes remained fixed on his shaft as his motion slowed and stopped. "I
did it! I made you happy!" she said. "And it didn't hurt."
Very
nice. Some of the guys would like her a lot -- she had a perfect little
pussy and would satisfy a cock. Didn't mind getting it hard and hearing
some rough language. Though probably not so great for the ones with a
romantic streak.
Amy had done it with Sergeant Brown and two of the other soldiers.
Here
she was with the sisters Katy and Laura, as part of their initial
screening. The grown-ups had decided that it worked better if a girl
described what it was like to be a Loli Private.
"The guy's got
a penis, like all boys and men, right? And when he sees little girls
like us, 'specially when we're naked, it gets big and long." She
demonstrated with her finger the basic idea of a penis rising to an
erection. "And you've got a vagina between your legs, right? The hole?
So he sticks it in like this..." She demonstrated her finger poking in
and out of the curled fingers of her other hand. "He gets real excited
as he makes it go in and out, and then he takes it out and you're done."
Looking
at the scene on the video monitor, the colonel turned to Sergeant
Brown. "Gotta love these kids. No pussy-footing around. Straight to the
point." The sergeant smiled.
"Oh," said Katy, with a smile. "Why would they want to do that?"
"I
dunno," said Amy. "That's how grown-ups make babies, they say. When a
man does that to a woman instead of a girl. These guys just like to do
it to little girls, instead. And it makes them really, really happy. So
they go out and get shot at and killed and stuff, and our part is to
let them poke us between the legs like that."
"Do I have a, um, vagina?" asked Laura.
"Oh,
yeah, all girls have it. You can feel around. The doctors do this stuff
with goop to make it bigger, but it doesn't hurt. A penis is a lot
bigger than my finger. They make sure it works with this plastic penis
thing before a real guy does it."
"Do you like stand up?" asked Katy.
"Naah,
it's kind of like this," she said. "You lie back and spread your legs,
except when you do it for real you're naked or at least your panties
are down... That's right. And then the guy goes like this..."
She
mounted and thrust with her pelvis in about the right place. "Ooh, ahh,
baby, ah, mmm, oh, yeah, mmm, mmm, mmmm, mmmm, aah, oh, oh, oh, Yes!"
all the while thrusting her pelvis against Katy, then stopping.
Katy was giggling.
Behind the monitor, the sergeant and the colonel laughed.
"Me, me, I want a turn!" said Laura.
"Ah, OK, you sweet little bitch," said Amy, and proceeded to do her little pretend fuck.
All three girls were giggling.
So another two little girls were on their way to becoming Loli Privates.
The colonel motioned for Private Young to sit in the one chair, and he took the other.
"So, private," said the colonel. "Tell me about your love life. Before the war."
"Sir?"
"It's important..."
"Well, um, gee..."
"No girlfriend, right? Everyone asking if you're gay? But no boyfriends, either. A secret you don't dare to tell anybody?"
"No, sir. I can't say there was. Any girlfriends. Or any secret."
"Right. Well, all those tests you took when you had your physical? We can tell things from them we never could before."
"I don't understand, sir."
"I'd like you to meet someone."
The door opened, and a 6-year-old girl walked in. A beautiful blond, blue-eyed cherub.
"Amy, I'd like you to meet Carl."
Amy smiled at Carl. "Thank you for serving your country and keeping us all safe."
"Uh, you're welcome?"
"Can
I sit in your lap?" She didn't wait for an answer, but hopped up and
sat, then put her arms around his neck and smiled at him.
Private Carl Young looked very uncomfortable.
"I'd be happy to play with you, if you'd like that."
"Um, OK, that's very kind of you."
"You could touch me anywhere. And I mean anywhere." She kissed him on one cheek. "And I'd touch you anywhere you like." She rubbed noses with him.
The colonel said, "OK, Amy, that's great. Thank you!"
She hopped down and said, "Bye, Carl" before skipping out of the room, shutting the door behind her.
"Private Young, what is that bulge in your trousers?"
"Um, sir, um...."
"You
don't have to answer that. Wouldn't that be pretty special, to have a
chance to play with Amy for an evening? As part of her preparation for
her military service, her vagina has been treated so it is able to
accept an adult penis without discomfort."
Private Young looked dazed.
"She's
confident and friendly and loving to start with. She is willing to let
you make love to her because she wants to serve her country. She is a
Loli Private. But you could tell that she wasn't being pressured into
it, right?"
"Yes, sir, she seemed very friendly."
"But
there's a catch. Here's the catch. We need to form a new elite unit. We
need a regiment of soldiers who are willing to fight smart, fight hard,
and if necessary fight to the death. It's hard to find the right
volunteers. If you achieve your mission, then on your return you will
be able to spend an evening with Amy."
The private looked thoughtful and confused.
"I have a pretty good idea how you feel about Amy and girls like her. A pretty good idea indeed."
When Private Young looked up, Colonel Dodge gave a slight smile and a slight nod.
The private gave a brief smile of recognition, then looked away.
Force
Turquoise fought bravely and hard. Thirty percent killed, thirty
percent wounded. But they achieved the objective. It turned the tide in
the key battle of the campaign.
"Hi, Private Young!" said Amy. "Oh, dear! What happened to your hand!"
"I managed to stick it in front of an enemy bullet. Pretty silly of me, wasn't it?"
"No," said Amy. "The colonel says you fought hard for our country."
"I..." he said. "You're so pretty, Amy..."
"Thanks," she said. "What can I do for you?"
"I can touch you anywhere?" he said.
"Yup!" she said. "I'd like it if you did!"
His
good right hand caressed her hair, her cheek, and her arm. Then it
rubbed her back, and then he slid it down to her right knee.
"I... I... Can I?"
"Sure!" said Amy, smiling.
His hand slid up under her white dress, farther and farther until it touched panty cloth. He gasped.
Amy's
hand rested lightly on the big bulge between Carl's legs. "I think I
know where you'd like to put that," she said, kissing his cheeks and
then his lips, gently.
"I..." he said. He had fought hard. He could have been killed. The colonel had promised. Amy was so friendly, so willing...
He
pulled down his trousers and briefs, while Amy reached up under her
dress and emerged with a pair of white panties which she tossed aside.
She then lay back on the bed.
Carl mounted her, and with his
good hand pushed the dress up out of the way. There was her 6-year-old
slit, perfectly smooth. He spread her lips to see the opening within.
He looked at her and sighed. "You don't really want to do this, do you?"
Amy
scrambled to her knees and put her hands on his shoulders, looking into
his eyes. "I don't mind. You were out there getting shot at. We
promised you, and it doesn't hurt me. You... you deserve it!"
She lay back. He wasn't sure he bought everything she said, but they had promised.
He
lowered himself onto her again, horny as anything. She aimed his cock.
He pushed and gasped with the pleasure of her tight vagina. Small legs,
smooth slit, the smiling face of a real 6-year-old. He felt a little
dizzy.
She smiled up at him. "I love seeing you so excited. Do whatever you want!"
What he wanted was to slide his cock in and out of this girl. She was tight, but it slid in easily, and it slid in all the way.
He humped more vigorously. Amy smiled up at him with such ease that he couldn't doubt her willingness.
Her feet rested lightly on his back, her hands on his shoulders.
He pounded away. "I want.. I want to make it last..."
"It's up to you... But we can do it again later too... I'd like that too!"
Carl
smiled and let himself go. He fucked hard and fast, and soon his orgasm
erupted, while his thrusting cock spurted over and over again up inside
little Amy.
"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!" he panted.
Amy pulled him down on top of her and kissed his cheek gently, over and over.
Carl had finally lost his virginity.
After he'd rested a while he worked his hands and lips and tongue all over the young girl's body.
She
asked if he'd mind if she took his cock in her mouth, and he had to
admit that no, he didn't mind. He was soft, but it still felt
fantastic, and the sight of the small blond head covering his privates
was one he'd never forget. Within half an hour he was stiff again.
'What
would you like next?" she asked. "You can come in my mouth. I'd love to
make you happy that way. Or you can come in my pussy too, of course."
He lay back, gasping in pleasure as her tongue worked over him in ways he'd never felt possible. But something held him back.
"Amy," he said. "Amy?"
She looked up at him, holding his stiff cock in her hands.
"Do you really like a guy to come in your mouth? Do you really like it?"
"Oh," she said, looking down briefly. "With everything you've risked and suffered, how could that matter?"
"I appreciate that," he said. "But look at me, Amy. Do you like it? Or do you like it better when a guy comes in your pussy?"
"Well,
I... Yeah, I like it in my pussy. I really do like that! The stuff in
my mouth, I can't say I like it. I'm happy to do it, though, I swear!"
"I love you, Amy," he said. "I know I shouldn't say that, but I do."
"It's OK, Carl," she said. "I like being loved."
And
with that he turned her onto her back, pushed her legs apart, and slid
his stiff cock back into the girl. And then he fucked her, and fucked
her some more, and kept on fucking her more and more, while she looked
up at him lovingly. And 45 minutes later, feeling his cock start to
soften just a bit, he revved up his gears and thrust hard. His cock got
hard again, and then harder than ever, and he unloaded inside little
Amy once more. The pleasure was amazing, and he realized she had
squeezed her pussy extra tight just as he was coming.
Later he
got down between her legs and licked her lips and little nub for a
long, long time, and at his insistence she told him what felt good and
what felt even better. But she said he shouldn't do it too long because
she didn't have orgasms. But by then he was ready to fuck her once
more. This time he asked if he could do her from the rear, hard and
fast. She said yes without the slightest hesitation, and quickly got
her small self into doggy position, back arched. He held her slim hips
in his hands, looking at slim butt cheeks. He did it to her, thinking
about how primitive it was, and he came in five minutes, penis
depositing sperm in vagina once more.
Finally it was midnight,
and his time was up. Four hours had gone by. He helped Amy dress, and
after a goodnight kiss and hug, she left.
The colonel knelt in the hallway with 7-year-old Katy and 5-year-old Laura.
"You remember Mark? The one with the red hair?"
"Yeah, I do!" said Katy. Laura nodded.
"Mark
was in another battle. He's been hurt really bad. He could really use
your company. He looks pretty bad. No arms, and he's blind. But he
fought bravely and helped save our country. So can you try not to think
about being sad yourself and just be nice to him? Talk to him, maybe?"
The girls nodded, and the colonel retreated.
He,
the attending doctor, and the nurse stood in the nurse's station,
watching cameras monitoring from 3 angles, hearing the amplified sounds
from the mic.
"Hi Mark," said Katy.
"Katy?" he rasped. "I'd know that voice anywhere."
"How are you? -- Oh, darn, that was a dumb thing to say."
"That's OK, Katy. I love to hear your voice."
"Hi, Mark," said Laura.
"Oh, hi."
"It's my sister Laura," said Katy. "Five years old, blond hair and green eyes and the cutest dimples ever?"
"Oh, I didn't know you had a sister. I guess I'll never see you. Could I... Could I feel your face against mine?"
Katy coached Laura to kneel on the bed and rub her cheeks against Mark's.
"That's so nice," said the nurse softly.
Katy dug under the sheet, moving cloth this way and that until she found his penis.
"Oh, Katy!" said Mark. "I don't know..."
"You liked it before. You were brave and you deserve to be happy."
"Well, I don't know."
"Kiss him," said Katy.
Laura began kissing Mark gently while Katy fondled the organ. It got stiff.
The nurse said, "I don't know... this makes me uncomfortable."
The doctor said, "You know as well as I do that he can't last 24 hours. If the girls are volunteering to play with him..."
"But shouldn't his last hours be peaceful?"
"Maybe
you don't know men. If I was dying, and some woman was offering to give
me a hand job..." The doctor looked at the colonel, who nodded.
"I'm surprised he can get an erection," said the nurse.
"Where there's a will..."
Katy started maneuvering around in preparation for impaling herself.
The nurse's eyes went wide.
"Are you going to...?" asked Mark. "God, that is so nice of you."
Laura
looked back over her shoulder at what Katy was doing, then sat back on
her heels. "Can I do that instead?" she said. "Stick my vagina on it?"
"Oh," rasped Mark.
"Looks like you have your choice of vaginas," said Katy with a little laugh.
"Well... I'll take the new one, I guess."
Laura
hopped down from the bed, and Katy helped her out of her dress and
panties. Laura straddled Mark and knelt over him. Katy helped with the
angles, and then Laura eased herself down.
"Ohhh!" groaned Mark.
"Does it feel bad?" asked Katy.
"Uh, no... It feels great..."
Laura slid herself up and down a half dozen times.
"I... Never mind."
"What?" asked Katy.
"Could you tell me what it looks like?"
"Sure.
Laura's completely naked, and she's straddled over you, her legs wide
out to the side. And with her hands on your hips she's pushing herself
up and down. Her hair is a little mussed up, but she's as pretty as
anything. And I can see the shaft of your penis going right up between
her legs and into her body. It's shiny and wet when it shows, then it
disappears up inside her again when she pushes herself down."
"Anything else we could do?" asked Katy.
"No, that's... that's amazing," croaked Mark.
"You liked to lick me between the legs. You remember how you used to like that?"
"Oh, I remember," said Mark. "But two girls at once?"
"You deserve it. You deserve anything you want!"
"You are so nice..."
Katy
ditched her panties and climbed up onto the bed to straddle Mark's
head. She lowered her slit until it was right over his face.
"Stick your tongue out!"
It made contact with Katy's labia. "Oh, my... Come a little closer..."
The camera obscured some of the action from the three adults in the nurses' station.
"Oh, that's so nice," came Mark's voice. "Are you OK, Laura? Tired?"
"No,
I'm fine. I like doing this. Your penis feels big and hot and cozy way
up inside like that. And it feels tingly every time I go up and down.
Tingly in my vagina. Good tingly."
"Whoa," whispered the doctor.
The colonel could see the bulge in the doctor's pants. His own cock was very stiff too.
"Oh, God," said Mark. "That feels so great. And Katy, you smell so good -- you taste so good."
Minutes went by.
Katy said, "Are you going to finish up?"
"I dunno. I'd like to."
"Is Laura doing it right?"
"Oh, she's great. Or... You could keep me in you almost the whole way, and just go up and down a little, but faster?"
"OK," said Laura. "Mmmm, that feels even better."
"And Katy... this is embarrassing..."
"Anything! Anything you want!" she said.
"Could you.. could you pee on my neck?"
"Pee on you?"
"Could you try, anyway? I want to feel it."
"OK." She got into position. Seconds passed. "It's hard to do. You know, I'm potty trained." She giggled.
Laura said, "You're getting really big and hard!"
Katy peed. "I'm having an accident!" she giggled.
"Oh, yes!" said Mark. "I can smell it... Now, sit on my face!"
Katy did, suppressing a giggle as her girlish sex landed gently right on his mouth.
Laura
bounced up and down a little faster. "Oooo! Ohhh!" she gasped. And
then, "I can feel it! Your thing is huge and it's twitching!"
After several seconds had passed, Katy sat up. "How was it?"
Mark didn't answer. His eyes were closed.
Laura lifted herself off to reveal a slick, shrinking penis.
The three adults rose and headed down the hall to Mark's room, announcing their presence as they came.
"Oh,
I guess Mark fell asleep!" said the nurse, gulping with alarm at his
pallor. She ushered the girls into the room next door. The colonel
followed with the two pairs of panties and Laura's dress, while the
doctor stayed behind.
As the girls got dressed, the colonel
said, "You girls were really nice to Mark. Very nice. I wish some women
were as nice as that. There are other heroes here -- like the doctor."
He looked pointedly at the nurse, who suppressed a smile and looked
down.
"Let me see how he's doing," she said. "You three wait here."
The colonel helped the girls get dressed, and then started brushing Laura's hair, then Katy's.
In
just a couple minutes the nurse appeared, looking flushed, and said,
"The doctor wants to talk with you, Katy," and led her away, leaving
the colonel with Laura.
"That was so funny, what I felt when Mark was eee-jack-you-lating."
"Was it really good, and then kind of like an itch got scratched too?"
"Yeah!"
"That's you having an orgasm too. A little reward for being a good girl."
"Oh!" she said.
The
nurse reappeared with Katy, and said, "Now you, Laura," shutting the
door on the way out and leaving the colonel alone with Katy.
She
looked at him naughtily and said, "The doctor says you're a hero too
and he bets you'd like to stick your penis in my vagina. And I said I'd
kind of like that, because it got wet and ready when I was doing stuff
with Mark."
"Oh, um..."
Katy touched the front of the
colonel's pants and giggled when she felt the big bulge. She hopped up
on the bed, hitched her dress up, pulled her panties down and spread
her legs wide.
"Oh, shit," murmured the colonel, pulling down
his trousers and briefs and crawling up onto tender little Katy. He was
kind of a hero, he guessed. The doctor was the first person who seemed
to know about his tastes.
"Right in there!" said Katy, holding her lips open with one hand and pointing with the other.
The colonel's stiff cock approached, Katy guided it, and he pressed into heaven.
She
was smooth, hot, and tight. He worked his cock in to the hilt and
fucked away. He lasted about a minute, trying to memorize this amazing
experience, then delivered half a dozen big spurts into inner Katy.
She reached up to kiss his cheek over and over again.
I've finally lost my virginity, thought the colonel as he lay panting, a simple grin on his face.
Force Turquoise was so successful that they were getting more recruits.
"So, Steve," he said. "How did you enjoy your time with Amy?"
"I... Very much, sir," he said, coloring just a bit. Steve Rossini was a top-rated Seal.
Amy
reported he had kissed her all over, and even when she invited him, he
resisted sticking it in her for a while. But he finally did, and was
real gentle and he came quick. Then he apologized a bunch and kissed
her a whole bunch more and just held her in his arms. And that's what
it looked like on the monitor too.
"How would you like the idea
of having Amy as your very own, to sleep with at night, for three
years?" Tests had showed that Steve had a strong romantic streak, as
did his behavior with Amy.
"Sir?"
"It's a real
possibility. Think about it... Coming home to Amy every night, sleeping
with her in your arms, having sex whenever you felt like it."
Steve smiled slightly in spite of himself. "What about Amy?"
"Amy
likes you. She loves her country. She knows how many men are killed and
maimed. And she wants to do her part. She's willing to do her part --
which is pretty trivial in comparison, when you think about it."
"What's the catch?" he said.
"You're
smart," said the colonel, sighing. "There is a catch. A huge catch. We
need a dozen men for an extremely dangerous mission. I won't lie --
most of them will die. You might survive, if you're clever, brave, and
lucky. If the mission succeeds, it will assure our victory in the war.
Now, it's hard to get volunteers for a mission like this. We need to
offer an incentive -- -a fabulous incentive. Like three years with Amy."
Steve looked thoughtful.
"How's your love life been so far? How does the future look?"
Steve
looked at him. "I think suicide was in the cards for me sooner or
later," he said. "Nothing to look forward to. But I'll do this. Here at
least I've got a chance. And then I can have Amy. But the other guys,
do I have to share Amy if two of us survive?"
"No. There are several little girls, and each guy thinks his girl is pretty special. Like how you feel about Amy."
Amy
woke up in the middle of the night. She had a sore throat. She crept
out of her room. Hearing her parents talking in the living room, she
tiptoed down the hall until she could hear what they were saying.
"...
The government men told us about it. This guy 'Steve' is the one who
survived, but he's a mess. Blind, deaf, shell-shocked. They figure they
don't owe him anything -- no way they'd ask Amy to 'marry' him."
"She's
such a special girl," said her mother. "People said we were crazy, but
look what it's done for the war effort. And she seems really proud."
Amy walked out into the living room.
"Amy! What are you doing up?" said her father.
"Sore
throat," she said. "But I heard you. They promised Steve he could live
with me if he survived. And it's not fair to go back on a promise!"
"Oh, Amy..." said her mother. "You've done so much already."
"I want to see Steve."
"He's... He's blind, and deaf, and emotionally disturbed. He could hurt you."
"Could he hurt me worse than he's been hurt?"
"That's not the point..."
"It is the point. You gotta keep your promises."
Her
parents had to admit, Amy had a point. And if she insisted... Well,
they had tried hard to teach her right and wrong. She was nearly 8
years old now. What kind of a message did it send if they told her that
the government lied to people?
The doctors and brass were hesitant, but eventually they were convinced. Amy could go see Steve.
Amy had to fight back a wave of revulsion. Steve looked terrible. His face was deformed, and he'd lost a leg.
The nurse sat beside him and touched him gently on the hand, while Amy stood beside her.
Steve startled and shrank back from her.
Amy
took his hand in the two of hers. He started to pull away, but then
reached out with both hands, taking one of hers, gently, slowly,
feeling her arms, and then his hands were at her face, feeling, feeling
her hair.
"You realize he could attack her at any time," said the doctor to Amy's mother and father.
"She knows that," said her mother.
And then Steve said, "Eeeeyy. Eeeeee? Eeeeeyy. Eeeeeee?"
"He's not right in the head, of course," said the doctor. "I don't know what he's trying to say."
"Amy," said Amy. "He's saying my name."
Amy took his hands and put them on her cheeks and gave an exaggerated nod.
"Eeeyyy Eeeeee," he said, softly stroking her face. He smiled. At least it looked sort of like a smile.
Then Steve took his hands and felt his own face, then reached down to feel the stump of his left leg.
"Aiiiiggggg!" he wailed, and turned away and lay back, pounding his fist on the mattress.
"Get up, Amy! We don't know he might do," said the doctor.
The orderly was ready to spring into action, looking at the doctor for direction.
Amy just sat.
"OK, Amy, you'd better get up now," said her father.
Amy lay down behind Steve and hugged his back.
"Amy!" said her mother.
She turned back to look at them, eyes ablaze. "You promised him!"
Steve kept crying. Suddenly he writhed around and pushed Amy away.
The orderly started forward but Amy's father grabbed his shirt. "Not yet... She's right, damn it."
Amy waited until Steve turned back over and hugged his back again.
Once more he pushed her away, but with less force.
She hugged him again.
Amy's
mother's stomach shook with sobs, though she made no noise. Tears
streamed down her father's face. The doctor turned away and sniffed
once.
Steve quieted for a few moments, then cried again, was quiet again. After twenty minutes he was just quiet.
Amy slowly backed away, waiting to see if he would react. But he didn't. It seemed he was asleep.
On the way home, Amy's mother said, "I'm so proud of you. I can't believe how proud of you I am. To visit him like that."
Amy started crying softly. "I need to see him again tomorrow."
"What? Really?"
"We promised! We promised he could live with me for three years!"
"But Amy, what about you?"
"What about me? What about him? What about a promise?"
"But you're crying... You don't have to put yourself through this."
"I'm not crying for me. I'm crying for how sad it is he got hurt so bad!"
They didn't have any good answer for her. A promise was a promise.
She could still go to school, she would just go live with Steve at the hospital at night.
The nurse glanced over at Amy and Steve and saw some rhythmic motions under the covers. She hurried over.
"What's going on?" she asked. "Is he hurting you?"
Amy turned towards her, flustered.
"Uh, no. It's... it's private."
"You shouldn't let him abuse you! That's not something to have secrets about."
"But... but we promised!" said Amy.
And
when the dust had settled, Amy was right. Steve had volunteered for an
almost suicidal mission with the promise he could have Amy for a couple
years. Not just to hug. Amy had promised because of the terrible war
and her desire to do her small bit, far less than the soldiers. And
it's good to keep promises.
Steve's
heart pounds in terror. The flash of an explosion shows that his left
foot is gone, his lower leg twisted at an ungodly angle, shards of bone
showing as lines of white. But he has another ten yards to go. So he
hops, agony increasing with each step. A flash as of the sun slams him
to the ground, and then all is dark. But he crawls two more yards,
finds the valve, and turns it. Another flash, and another, and another,
each jolting his leg to agony, surely the end. Deafening roars. He
screams over and over, slowly coming awake. The hand of a medic is on
his cheek.
Then he remembers -- he is blind and deaf, and
missing a leg. Profound depression and hopelessness join the fading
pain and terror.
But the hand isn't a medic's. It is Amy's. No
one else touches him like that. So it's the middle of the night. During
the day, no one comes right away. During the day he just waits. Waits
for Amy.
Now he turns onto his back, and he feels Amy crawl up to lie on top of him. The terror fades. He lives for the touch of Amy.
With one hand he strokes her hair, and puts the other over her waist.
He
is thankful, but he is also a man. He slides the hand lower, from Amy's
back to her bottom. Pajamas. He slides his hand between her legs and
cups her crotch, so warm, so female, so girlish. He still feels the
faintest traces of shame. How he had dreamed of touching a girl this
way for years, how it was forbidden, selfish, monstrous -- but Amy
volunteered, and they had promised.
Amy wriggles her pelvis, and
his hardening cock gets harder. Amy removes his hand, he feels her
moving this way and that, then she places the hand back where it was,
but now it is on naked girl flesh. A hairless slit. He flutters his
fingers on her vulva, and she wriggles more. Before long, she changes
position again, and he keeps his hand on her vulva as she moves around,
rising above him. A gentle Amy hand points his cock upward, and Amy's
vulva descends. He opens her female lips, and she presses them right
against his cock tip before pressing down. Her pussy engulfs his cock
-- hot, slick and tight. It hugs his cock. Amy lowers herself onto him
and hugs his body.
It is safe and warm.
After a minute she raises herself up and begins sliding herself up and down, forcing his cock in and out of her.
He
loves that, but he feels an urgency too -- he wants to do the fucking.
He starts rolling onto his side, and Amy helps him -- they have done
this many times before. Now he's on top of her, his cock firmly lodged
in her pussy. He feels her hair, her face, her neck, her chest. Down
below her legs are spread wide, and his leg and stump are spread wide
on top of her thighs. He lowers himself, holding most of his weight,
but feeling her flat chest, her silky hair, her hands working over all
of him.
And then he fucks. He fucks Amy hard. He fucks her for a
long time. Her caresses and kisses encourage him. He knows she wants
his pleasure. She wants his release. And finally it happens. He feels
amazing pleasure as his male junk spasms, delivering gobs of his manly
seed into her tender girlish innards. He relaxes in the afterglow. He
can't see, he can't hear, food has no taste, his lips don't have any
sensation -- but he can feel Amy. He can feel her all around the
outside, and he can poke into her special place and relieve the
ultimate male urge in her insides.
They roll onto their sides, and stay engaged as his cock softens. He feels sleepy.
Later
he awakens and finds she is spooned in front of him, curled within his
embrace. He works his fingers over her face, tracing her delicate
little nose, her ears, her fine hair, her neck... He could fuck her
again. She'd welcome him -- she never, ever refuses him. But all he
wants to do now is feel her.
She sleepily kisses his fingers in passing.
The
hospital people get him to do some exercises. They want him to try to
walk. Why should he walk? Where would he go? They want to teach him
Braille. Too much trouble. He can communicate with those raised letters
when he really has to. He doesn't especially need to learn anything,
he's not very curious. He lived his life.. he made it to the valve and
opened it. That is his total life's work. And his total life reward is
Amy.
They get across to him that sex with Amy is bad for his
health. That makes him laugh, in his odd, crippled way. There's also
some sort of gobbledy-gook about him having degenerative this and that.
Amy cut to the chase, "You're dying slowly." Fucking Amy means he's
dying a little bit faster. The idea he'd stop because he'd live longer?
A no-brainer.
What they feed him is to him just liquid sludge.
When he signals, they take him to the bathroom. They wash him, they get
him to do some exercises. But mostly he waits around in bed all day,
drowsing. They've got a clock for him that he can read with his hands.
It shows how long it is until Amy will arrive next.
And when she
finally does come, he tries to inhale her with his hands, taking in the
wonder of her and how he can touch her anywhere and hug her and feel
her kissing his neck and chest and fingers... But after a few minutes
of that, he usually finds that more primitive urges arise. He wants to
fuck her.
Today all he can think of all afternoon is fucking her. He stays naked -- a sign.
When
Amy finally arrives, the first thing he feels is her warm mouth on his
floppy cock. It starts hardening at once, as she touches him and he
touches her naked form. One hand touches her nipples, but the other is
drawn firmly to where he's going to fuck her, to her girlish parts, her
slit, her lips, her opening that feels so small and shy to his fingers.
As
soon as his cock is hard, she's on her back, he mounts, she guides the
cock tip, and it pokes gently against that small, shy opening. But it
opens for his cock and welcomes him in. Her pussy welcomes him with hot
wetness and gives him a hug of pleasure and acceptance for however long
he wants to fuck. Amy's infinitely patient, but she does get excited as
he approaches orgasm, and her body language urges him on. And every
time, he ends by splatting his mess deep inside her. It seems a sort of
insult to a child's body. But her vagina is doing a woman's job, and
taking an ejaculation is no insult to a grown vagina. What he'd really
like to do is make her pregnant, but Amy can't grow a baby. And it
would be unfair even if she could -- they never promised that.
He
sometimes tells Amy about what he's feeling. It's laborious with the
marker. She once formed "I love you." Does she? She used to say, "Love
hero" -- loving him for what he did, and keeping her promise. But if
she goes out of the way to sign, "I love you", maybe she means it? She
loves his pathetic twisted wreck of a body? His strong desire to fuck
her? She said, "Amy love feel you come inside Amy" -- at least that's
how he remembers it. He asked her if she ever comes. She said, "No but
feels warm nice."
He can feel himself getting more lethargic. He
sleeps even more. Days go by quicker, and nights go by quicker. He gets
energetic at times, and when he does, he fucks Amy. When he's not, he
focuses on her warm, small presence. He loves feeling her chest expand
and contract as she breathes.
They have this strange idea about
how he can become a daddy after he dies. Maybe even father a baby with
Amy. At first he shrugs and figures it doesn't matter what happens
after he dies. But as he gets weaker he thinks about it more.
His
life's work boiled down to fives minutes of effort: getting maimed
while opening a valve. It was Amy on his mind during those last two
agonizing yards. And Amy had kept her promise.
The three girls are asleep, and if they wake up then the nanny can handle it.
Bob
is wonderful, head between Amy's legs, using his tongue so deliciously,
so wonderfully, and, almost, almost... Aaaaahhhhh! A fabulous,
shuddering orgasm.
As her shudders subside, Bob moves into
position, and then she feels a strong, delicious whoosh as his cock
surges into her cunt in one smooth motion. One moment she's empty, and
the next moment she is stuffed full in just the way she wants to be
stuffed. But it's not just one stuff, it's a stuff followed by a full,
strong, insistent fuck. She loves getting fucked hard, and now
especially because she wants another baby. Bob's thick cock is doing
its primitive job. Bob pants and grunts, his cock gets even thicker, it
fucks about as hard and fast and deep as a cock can fuck, while hitting
all of Amy's sexy nerves just right. Bob gasps, the cock crams tight
and deep as Bob freezes, the cock twitches, and she knows the sperm is
gushing out. Amy comes again.
They've been doing it without
protection for ten days, but she's pretty sure this is the right day.
She's going to have another of Steve's babies.
Bob was a veteran
of the same war. He wasn't in Force Turquoise -- he's not a pedophile.
But he'd been in the same unit before Steve was recruited into it. Like
Steve, he was wounded, though not nearly so badly. He had a nasty
chemical exposure and the doctors told him he was sterile. His balls
didn't produce sperm any more.
They'd talked about it as Steve
was failing. They all agreed it was a strange idea. But Steve had been
his buddy, and he was a huge hero. So when Steve died, the doctors had
replaced Bob's own duds with Steve's testicles -- one of the few parts
of his body that still worked fine.
Amy was 10 when Steve died.
She missed him and she cried. She also was relieved to have her life
back -- to sleep at home, eat with her parents, do homework in the
evening, and occasionally have sleepovers with friends. Most of all,
she was relieved to know that she would not be startled awake from a
sound sleep by a man screaming as he relived the war's terror once more.
She'd
been able to see counselors all through her experience. She knew about
child sex abuse, and could consider how her case was different. She and
her parents had volunteered, and had the opportunity to withdraw at any
time. No, she wasn't especially enthusiastic about sex in and of
itself. She did enjoy the closeness and recognized some sexual
pleasure. She felt good giving Steve the only real pleasure in his
drastically curtailed life, and she felt good about keeping a promise.
Damage to Amy came not from Steve insistently invading her body with
his penis, over and over again, it came from never knowing when she
would be jolted awake to him screaming or thrashing. The bruises were
minor. His face looked pretty hideous, and she processed that with the
counselors. Fortunately, since he was blind, he didn't notice that she
looked at it as little as possible.
She'd done a few years of
military service as Loli Private -- the star among the group, as it
turned out. She had kept a promise on behalf of the government, and at
certain moments, that was the only thing that mattered. She'd also been
part of turning that valve. If now, after Steve was gone, she got to
live a decent life too, that was just gravy. And she was going to lead
a decent life. Yes, her vagina had been invaded hundreds of times
before she was 11, but it was just Steve living out his version of the
human hunger for sex. He meant no harm, and she was in no doubt that he
genuinely loved her. She joked that it's not as if she had been
planning to use her vagina for anything else during those years.
She
went through puberty. She had her crushes and boyfriends, had her heart
broken and broke a few hearts. She finally really understood Steve's
intense desire to fuck her as she developed her own intense desire to
get fucked.
She got to the age of 25 and found plenty of nice
young men to choose among, but none of them was quite right. How could
she choose one over another? It seemed so arbitrary. Something awakened
again. She found the guy who was giving room and board to Steve's
testicles. Bob was a nice guy. He was unique. And when he found out she
was the Amy who was part of Steve's heroic tale, he was fascinated too.
He'd
been a sperm donor and had provided the ejaculate to start a dozen kids
-- more than a few women liked the idea of honoring the hero by having
a baby of his. But of course they weren't Bob's kids.
By special
act of Congress, Amy got Steve's survivor benefits in addition to her
own military pension. Bob had his own too, and Bob was also an aspiring
novelist. But what allowed them to afford the nanny was the rights to
Amy's story. The girls looked like Steve and Amy, they were delightful,
and Bob and Amy thought they would like at least a couple more.
The
testosterone from Steve's balls had worked upon his brain to fuel his
lust for Amy at age 6. The same testosterone applied to Bob's brain
fueled his lust for Amy at 30. And at the moment of Bob's extremity, it
was Steve's balls that hugged tight against the base of Bob's shaft,
and Steve's genetic heritage that infused the fluid that gushed from
Bob's innards into Amy's. After the three girls got his X, it is
Steve's Y chromosome that will define the gender of Steve, Junior.
Bob
gets stiff again. She thinks sometimes that his body senses her
fertility, and that hers does too. She wants him again, so she lies on
her back once more and invites him. He immediately and happily plunges
into her again. The desire to fuck and the desire to get fucked are
strong and balanced, and proceed quickly to the conclusion. Penis and
vagina twitch together in happy completion. Darwin takes his cut, as
more of Steve's sperm joins the chase for Amy's egg.