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Thanks to Mack the Knife for giving me the idea for this story, friendship and help.



Raising Roc Chapter 3
The victory at Stallus III seemed like a hollow one until it was realized that there were now two potential allies for humankind, and if they were on the side of the humans then they wouldn't be on the side of the Rics. Simple right? Much too simple, because all but one of the Rics 'allies' were under mind control by the Rics. Still, it was a victory. And with any victory, there are victors of the combat. It was to Sergeant Kelley and Private Roc, the victors that the accolades were heaped upon.

The military is like government, it promotes to the level of incompetence. The wisdom therein is that if you were good at performing in a position, you should be good at the next position up the ladder. Since you handled x amount of responsibility you could handle more equally as well. Unfortunately if that person could not handle the responsibility in anything less than a catastrophic loss, they would retain that position. If restaurants worked this way, you would soon have busboys as pastry chefs.

So accepting this as true, we can assume, correctly, that Sergeant Kelley and Private Roc were promoted. Roc was promoted to Corporal and Mary to Sergeant Major. Roc was made the working liaison to the P'OTP, the former scouts and light cavalry of the Rics. Mary was bumped up to a staff position that befitted her new rank. Logically she would have done better supervising Roc and the P'OTP under him, but the Army is not always long on logic.

Master Sergeant Kelley lasted about one day in her new role/rank. Long enough to insult several officers and to get busted back down to Sergeant and reassigned to her former duties, basically Raising Roc.

Mary entered Roc's berthing compartment being as quiet as she could. She needn't have worried; Roc was admiring his new Corporal's stripes in the mirror. With those and his unit commendation and Purple Heart, he looked like quite the experienced soldier. "At attention, Corporal!" Mary yelled. The startled soldier popped to attention and then pivoted and faced Mary. She looked him up and down, inspecting his uniform. Satisfied with his appearance, Mary gave the order, "Dismissed!" also at the top of her lungs.

Roc picked her up in his arms, squeezing her tight. "Sergeant Major, how nice of you to visit. It's been, what 3 days? Did you miss me?" Mary pointed to the Sergeant's insignia on her sleeve. "Oh, sorry Sergeant I didn't know. So where are you assigned now?" Mary glared at him, until he put her down.

"Do you want to be busted Corporal?" Roc mutely shook his head looking sheepish. "Well, don't go grabbing your Sergeant like that unless�" She waited until what she had said registered in his feeble mind. As he raised his head in astonishment Mary continued. "Don't just stand there Corporal, I need to find a sleep chamber, stow my gear and get a shower." Roc's goofy smile was plastered all over his face. "That's right Corporal, you belong to me once again. Don't think that I'm going to go easy on you or this�" Mary brushed against the bulge in his crotch. "Now show me where I can get a shower, you giant, vat-made, Sergeant fucker." The two tore their clothes off and Roc carried her into the group shower.

"OK stud, remember how I told you that there were three places a man could out his cock to please a woman?" Roc thought a moment then nodded. "Good boy. I want you to put your cock into my mouth, but I have a few special rules for you. One, don't fuck my mouth. You are much too big and you would probably end up killing me. Two, this is called a 'blow-job.' When you're getting a blow-job you don't have to wait for the woman to come first, unless� Three, you are performing what is called a "69". That is where you are performing oral sex on the woman at the same time she is giving you a blow-job. Then let her cum first. Note, the woman may cum more than once; this is acceptable, actually preferred. You may continue pleasing the woman until she tells you to stop. Do you understand these instructions?" Roc nodded yes. "Are you ready?"

"Yes Sergeant, I only have a few questions. How do I orally please a woman?" The woman apparently does all the work while giving a blow-job; does the man do all the work while giving the woman a blow-job?" Mary laughed at Roc's misunderstanding.

"First of all it's not called a blow-job; it's called 'cunnilingus'. That's the fine art of making love to a woman's vagina or pussy with the mouth. It's not really a skill that can be taught without actually doing it. The person performing cunnilingus must listen to the woman's reactions to know when he is doing something that pleases her or pleases her more. The tongue is primarily used; however, the lips can also be used. You're not tired from holding me are you?" Roc grunted in the negative. "Good, now turn me over so that my head is pointing down." Roc easily flipped Mary over. "Not so fast next time. Lower my body until my head is opposite your dick and your mouth is across from my pussy." Roc carefully lowered Mary. "Just right, now please me with your mouth and tongue, don't be afraid, just nuzzle your face into my pussy." As Mary felt Roc's mouth and long tongue, she took as much of his giant cock into her mouth.

Mary sucked and ran her tongue along Roc's swollen shaft, pausing from time to time to direct his efforts. He was finally licking all the right spots and she came, painting his face with her hot, sweet nectar. Roc followed his instructions to the letter and flooded Mary's mouth with spooge. She probably would have managed to swallow his plentiful offering, but she was upside down. Mary spit out his still pumping cock and choked, while trying to breathe. Roc noticed her distress and flipped her right side up, looking very concerned while his dick shot cum all over her tits. Mary coughed and sputtered over Roc's massive shoulder, finally managing to breathe.

Mary managed to utter these words between breathing and choking, "Never, never ever, perform oral sex while either person is upside down! Let's get washed off under the water, dry off and you can bring me up to speed." Roc cocked his head and looked confused. "Damn, I keep forgetting, you appear so life-like. I meant that you should brief me on the latest information regarding the Rics and our allies." Roc rinsed them both off and was moving under the drying panels without setting her down on her feet. Mary sputtered in indignation, "Put me down! I'm not a baby and I'm not injured. Keep your large vat-bred hands to yourself."

Roc looked hurt and set her down. Why is she so mad? I was only trying to help.

Roc pondered while they both were donning their uniforms. He would look at his new Corporal's stripes, then at Mary's Sergeant stripes, then back at his stripes. Mary noticed this going on for a few moments, "You want to tell me what you're doing, Corporal? Or we can just go stare at the Ranks chart if you want." Mary glared at him waiting for his answer.

"Um� I know the Ranks chart Sergeant; I was just wondering somethin'." Mary's face was getting flushed red while waiting for Roc to continue. Finally he blurted out his thoughts, trying to appease the insistent voices in his head. "Because you were a Sergeant and I was a private, then you became a Sergeant Major and I became a Corporal, then you went back to just Sergeant, should I go back to being just a Private?

Mary's face went through several changes as she mulled over what Roc had said. Then she realized that he was totally serious. She smiled, den-mother through and through. She held out her arms wide saying, "Come here ya big lug and give me a hug. Of course you're gonna stay a Corporal, you've earned those stripes! Besides, you have got two privates that you are in charge over. You don't think a private outranks another private, do you? Roc's face broke out in a huge smile as he swooped down on his Sergeant and picked her up in his arms.

It was a good thing that they were both dressed, because their lieutenant had just entered the room. Their lieutenant cleared his throat, Roc dropped Mary and they both snapped to attention. The L.T. glared at them for a moment, and then said, "I don't mind a little fraternization, but there is a time and a place! This is not the time and this is a poor place. And you don't have time anyway; I've got your orders." Both soldiers stared at him. There is an excitement about receiving new assignments, even if its orders that will land you in a boring, thankless job or will probably send you to the morgue. It's still a change, a chance at something different and Mary and Roc were eager to hear where they would be going.

The lieutenant paused for a moment letting the anticipation build. "Your detachment, all four of you, plus the surviving native aliens will take a scout ship to the P'OTP home planet and try to ally with the leadership there. Our G2 department has rushed putting together a sleep learning program for the P'OTPs' language, so you should be able to communicate without using sign language. You have only until the end of the third sleep cycle before your ship leaves. Use that time wisely. Dismissed."

"Let's get ready, Corporal. First of all where are these aliens?" Mary asked.

Roc looked at his brand new multi-function PDA for the time. The PDA had many functions, but Roc only knew how to get the time with it. "They are billeted in the next compartment, Sergeant. But�" Mary interrupted Roc, rushing into the companionway and going into the neighboring billeting compartment. It was empty. She turned to Roc with a question on her lips, but he spoke first. "Like I was trying to tell you Sergeant, they are not here. They are at the chow hall. When the chow hall is open, that's where you will find them." Mary wasn't sure if he was joking or not and it showed in her expression. "Seriously Sergeant, they love the food down there. What's even stranger is that they actually like C-Rats. It's like gourmet food to them."

Mary still looked as if she thought he was joking, but told him, "Since you are the only one they can 'talk' to, go round them up and meet me at the Quartermaster. We need to get outfitted for our mission and we don't have much time." Roc saluted Mary and left to accomplish his task. Mary just shook her head as she walked to the Quartermaster. Now he's saluting me. Good thing we're leaving early tomorrow, that'll give him a chance to keep his stripes.

The Quartermaster's was a dangerous place to be right now, Roc and the alien leader were arguing. No voices were raised, but the hands were flying fast and furious. Apparently the alien warriors would not wear anything on their heads and that ruled out the anti-psy helmets. Mary was trying to explain to the clerk on duty that helmets were unacceptable. She almost did bodily injury to the clerk, but then he mentioned an alternative. He could issue a vest that included an anti-psy device and a comm link, but he would need authorization. Once again, blood was nearly shed, only a last minute plea from their lieutenant saved the day.

Mary thought, The Lieutenant said that I owed the Quartermaster. I agree with him, but we had different ideas on what it was I owed them. I didn't care, I was about to leave the ship and go on independent duty and the entire Terran Space Navy could go take a flying [Transmission Garbled].

Roc and Mary could now speak the language of the P'OTP; sleep learning took care of that. P'tor, the scout leader and a 'prince' among the P'OTR said that the humans had an accent, but that didn't matter as a more rapid method of communication was possible.

The ship set off for the P'OTP planet exactly on time. The Navy is like that, everything done on time, done the right way. Unless everything goes to hell and then they were as flexible as a double-jointed limbo dancer. The Captain of that scout craft was a gal the Sergeant knew from another assignment. She had just been promoted to Lieutenant Commander, but she was a good egg and wouldn't let her new rank go to her head. She was Navy though, so the ship left on time.

Everyone's anti-psy devices were activated before the scout ship left the main ship, the chance of the Rics' taking over was too great. The ship also carried some extra anti -psy vests for the P'OTP leadership. With those and the C-Rats, it was hoped to score some points with them. The journey to the P'OTP system was uneventful, Roc and Mary used the time to expand their vocabulary. Mary was becoming closer to the female P'OTP, most of her conversation was with them. It turns out that the women were more prevalent in P'OTP society, but were like second class citizens. Mary wondered if she would be accepted as a leader in their society, but didn't really worry about it, she would successfully complete the mission. After all she was a decorated combat Sergeant and used to getting things done, by hook or crook if necessary.

The ship landed on the P'OTP planet a few days away from any large population groups. There was no notice of the Rics' presence on the planet, but the Captain was being careful. The ship left the group on the planet, with all their cargo, and went to hide in an asteroid field. When Mary radioed that the mission was complete, they would be picked up, if there were no enemy ships present.

All of the cargo was loaded onto the backs of the four alien women. Mary didn't know what to make of this, but she was wise and kept her mouth shut, for now. Roc and P'tor led the group as they walked through the off-brown, waist high, grass. Roc wondered what was to happen on their two day journey to the P'TOR leaders; whatever it was Roc was happy. He had his Sergeant back, he was a corporal in charge of two privates and he was going on a walk with his new friends. This is a lot more fun than just being a sex slave!

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