Duty Bound

[Britwitch]

<<Closed for The_PG and myself ~ enjoy!>>

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Erica Jameson was an army brat.

Her father was Colonel Jameson and as such, she’d spent most of her childhood moving across the states as her father worked up through the ranks and, in time, took control of various platoons and brigades. If she was honest, she had enjoyed the adventure of moving, making more friends than she’d ever have had if she’d stayed in one place. She’d grown up in a loving family with good values; respect, honour, duty. They were drilled into her from an early age and she never doubted them for a moment.

Her mother had died when she and her brother were still young, meaning for the most part, they lived on base with their father whenever possible, staying with relatives when it wasn’t. Erica was kind and generous, sweet and without an enemy in the world, with or without the threat of her father. Every one was either her friend or would be once they got to know her.

Her older brother, Daniel, had joined up as soon as he turned 18. Now, aged 25 he was currently on active duty in Afghanistan and doing his family and country proud. He hoped to follow his father’s path through the military, ‘earn his stripes’ and one day maybe find himself in a similar position.

Where Daniel had taken after their father, tall, broad shouldered and undeniably strong, Erica had taken after their late mother. Small framed, with subtle but definitely feminine curves. Her soft, honey coloured hair fell just past her shoulders and perfectly complimented her wide green eyes. They were, without doubt, windows to her soul. Large and framed with long lashes they were definitely one of her most striking features. She was barely over five feet tall but she didn’t mind. Nature had bestowed her with small but perky breasts and a perfectly rounded behind that fit perfectly on her small frame.

Her father had always been somewhat protective, and with over a thousand men ready to respond to his orders, most boys were frightened away as soon as they found out who and what her father was. As such, at the age of 22 she hadn’t had chance to try out any of her natural assets, beyond a few steamy kisses and fondling sessions in the movies or the back of a car.

That had changed when she met Scott. He was a soldier, Private First Class, who she met at a Christmas party on the base. He had drawn the short straw of opening and closing the door for guests, standing out in the cold wintry air. Erica had snuck outside to get a break from the stuffy conversation and they’d started talking. He’d complimented her and seemed genuine about it too.

He knew who her father was, and didn’t care. He made it quite clear how much he liked her and while they had yet to do much about their mutual attraction, it was there and just thinking about him made her shiver all over. They’d exchanged some steamy emails while she was away studying but the holidays meant she was returning to the base to spend the summer months with her father and hopefully things would move past flirtatious messages and snatched kisses.

Erica flashed the guard on the gate a bright smile as she explained who she was and was soon guiding her car around the base towards her father’s office. Walking lightly into the building she made sure to give another equally brilliant smile to the young soldier who opened the door for her, her hips swaying inside her perfectly fitting jeans, a sheer white shirt floating around her upper body and revealing the tight fitting vest beneath.
“Hi Daddy,” She exclaimed, almost running into his office and giving him a warm hug. “Hope I’m not disturbing you, I know I said I wouldn’t get here ‘til tonight but I had nothing left to do and so I set off early…any news of Danny?”
Before her father could answer, there was a brisk knock on the door and a uniformed officer stepped inside at his invitation.
Erica stepped away from her father and smiled.
“I see I am in the way…I’ll see you later, Daddy,” She kissed his cheek before heading out of the office, another smile being given to the officer on her way past. If she was lucky, she might be able to find Scott somewhere around.

 

[The_PG]

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U.S. Army Captain Bobby Dennison shifted sharply to the side; his heels clacking together as the Colonel's daughter moved past him smoothly. Far too close for comfort in from of the Colonel's sharp yellow eyes, that could go from blazing anger, to softness in a matter of moments, and never loose the incredible intelligence that was stored behind them. Bobby didn't know why, but that girl certainly didn't make things easy for himself and his fellow soldiers. He'd given her more than a foot of clearance, and yet she decided to walk directly against him! Almost... Her scent was rather powerful too, he wondered if she had a date, with whom, and then...

"Captain Dennison, what can I do for you son?"

"Sir, I've brought the training reports as your requested." He held up a manila folder and then handed it over, "Do you want me to stay, sir?" He asked a brief second later. He rather wanted to. The longer he could stay away from his bitch of a wife at home the longer he would stay happy today. Sally was her name. She was one of those Southern-Belle types who'd been handed everything on a pewter platter since she was born. Her 'pa' had lots of big money interests around the world, and when his little girl had set her sights on him it was only because of the uniform. She had no idea that they would be separated, and he would work these incredibly long hours, but he had to in order to progress up the ranks as rapidly as he wished. At twenty-four he was already a Captain. A very young Captain, and as long as he didn't step on too many toes he would probably be a Colonel by the age of thirty-five.

"No thanks Captain, I've got a handle on this, I want to try a few things. Run a few comparisons. Just on my own time. You get home to that wife. Good luck."

"Thank you sir,"

"Dismissed,"

"Sir," A snappy salute followed, and Bobby left. Fitting his red beret carefully. He exited the building just in time to see Erica, the Colonel's daughter, slip into the processing office across the street. With a frown, he moved after her, intent on giving her some help if she needed paperwork pushed through. While they had a good unit on the base. Paperwork in the military was slower then in any other company or part of government in the world, at least in his opinion. He slipped into the crowded processing waiting room, just in time to see a PFC happily take Erica into the back processing rooms. The boy was smiling too brightly, and there was familiarity there, too much. With a frown Bobby crossed the crowded waiting room and entered the processing offices without so much as a word to any of the staff. They knew better than to get in an officers way. Let alone a fast rising Captain.

Methodically he began checking the closed office doors. Searching for Erica and the Private. Intent on finding just what the fuck was going on.

 

[Britwitch]

Erica headed across the street to the processing office where she knew Scott sometimes got posted.
Trying to hide the broad smile that crept onto her face as soon as she saw him, Erica walked over as nonchalantly as she could and waited patiently until he spotted her.
“Yes, Miss Jameson, how can I help you?” He asked, his tone level but his eyes bright.
“My father asked me to come and organise a permit for my car while I’m here…could you help me please, Private…?”
“It’s Private Henson, miss, and it would be my pleasure. Please, follow me…”
There was no hiding the smile on his face as she moved around the desk and followed him into the back offices.

They passed the first few empty offices before tumbling into one and closing the door behind them, lips hungrily seeking out one another as they stumbled back against a wall.
His body pressed hard against hers.
“I’ve missed you…” He mumbled throatily against her neck as his hands tried to peel the shirt from her shoulders.
“I’ve missed you too, you’ve no idea how much…” Erica sighed, arching her back to push her body more insistently against his. Her fingers running through his short hair and gripping his neck as his mouth found her finally bared shoulder and gave a playful nibble,

No more words were shared, their mouths constantly in motion against one another’s, tongues dancing back and forth between their mouths, bodies simply content to rub up against one another for the time being, even with the infuriating barriers of clothing between them.

Scott’s hand rose to massage her chest through her top, making Erica whimper into his mouth. Her nipple hardening obscenely and pressing into his palm through her clothes.

It was at that point, Erica thought she heard a noise, like doors being opened then closed but a fleeting glance showed the door to the office they were in was still shut.
She didn’t think to glance at the window in the door itself, the blind over which was currently open, she was too overcome with what was happening to her body to think of such things.

His hand other hand shifted, moving from where it had been holding her waist and sliding down her body to rub her groin through her jeans. Making her groan and causing a pink blush to quickly cover her cheeks. Not wanting him to feel left out, she reached out to mimic his actions, rubbing his already hardened shaft through his uniform.

“Oh god Scott…oh god that feels amazing…” Her voice was breathy and trembling as her aching sex throbbed beneath his hand. She’d never felt like this, even when she’d read his emails and they’d chatted briefly on the phone, this was so much more intense than she’d ever imagined and she knew it was only going to get better.

 

[The_PG]

Bobby had taken to looking in each office first, and what he saw upon glancing in the last astounded him. The upstart prick of a private was not only making out with the Colonel's daughter, but he had his hand was grinding against her undulating hips rapidly. It was obviously a mutual embrace, and there was only one thing that held Bobby back from entering the room and ruining the unfortunate privates career. Well, it was many things, but one started the entire series of ideas that floated through his mind. Just the camera. Of course the stupid private had chosen one of the rooms where everything was recorded for legal purposes. Yet, that tiny camera with the small red light sparked quite the chain of ideas racing through Captain Dennison's mind.

One of the first reasons he and his wife Sally had been such a pair in their younger days was the wild sex they'd explored, but once they were married it had disappeared and the anger that came with every days lack of excitement had Bobby wanting something more. More than fucking like old people once a month.

He wanted someone that he could control. Just like his soldiers.

Someone that would ask how high when he told them to jump, he didn't want a new cunt or even a new wife. He wanted a new toy, and though his 2010 Ford Mustang was a new toy. He needed a toy that he could have sex with too. He'd been exploring a few websites looking for a toy, but it all seemed so shady and fake. He was sure half of them were police stings just waiting to happen, so somehow his brain connected the camera to his toy. He could use this, to control them both, and while the private wouldn't be much of a prize. The Colonel's daughter. That was quite the prize. She would be perfect, so instead of yanking open the door and publicly embarrassing the Colonel and the Army. Captain Dennison pressed his face against the glass, darkening the window, and he smiled right at the camera before walking directly to the security center.

Thankfully it was automated and not manned. He was able to cut, and erase the footage of the soldier and the Colonel's daughter once they were finished. He headed home to edit the footage a little bit, and pull some still photographs from the frames. Then he called the Colonel's house and Erica's sweet little voice picked up.

"Hello Erica. This is Captain Dennison, your father wanted me to let you know he'd been working late, and ask you if you needed someone to accompany you to dinner. I'm married," He added the last bit, not knowing why he did, but figuring it couldn't hurt. He just needed to get her alone for a little, and show her some of the pictures from her... Hot little afternoon that she'd had today.

 

[Britwitch]

Erica left the processing office with a beaming smile on her face.
She'd made arrangements to meet up with Scott the following day when he got out of PT. They might be able to have a whole hour together and a lot could be done in an hour, she'd commented naughtily.

Their fumble in the office had been almost painfully brief. He couldn't afford to be missed and she had to get to her father's accommodation to unpack before he got home. But they had successfully riled each other up enough that when she collapsed on the bed in the spare room it took mere minutes for her fingers to drive her to a shuddering climax.

Laying on the bed, enjoying the afterglow of her orgasm and imagining what their meeting might hold, she frowned as the shrill ring of the telephone cut through her daydreams.

"Hello Erica. This is Captain Dennison, your father wanted me to let you know he'd be working late, and ask you if you needed someone to accompany you to dinner. I'm married,"
Her mind worked quickly, registering he must have been the Captain that came to her father's office just after she arrived. Her lips smiling as she heard him mention his marital status, no doubt out of fear of her father, not wanting her to feel his courteous offer was anything less than chivalrous.

"Oh, Hello Captain. Thank you for letting me know about my father. I confess, company to dinner would be lovely as it's been a while since my last visit to the base and I can't quite remember where the officer's mess is." She replied brightly.
"I can be ready in half an hour, if that's ok with you? You know where my father's apartment is? Excellent. See you shortly."

The arrangements made, Erica went to the bathroom to splash a little water on her face and wash her hands. She ran a comb through her hair and touched up her light make up a little. Adding a dab of perfume to her pulse points, she grabbed her purse and keys before heading down the stairs to wait for Captain Dennison.

This wasn't that unusual. More often than not she would be offered company to walk home, to walk across the street, to walk anywhere, a lift into town. Well meaning officers hoping their gentlemanly acts would get back to her father. She knew how it worked and she had no problem dropping the name and rank of the men who helped her. Besides which she knew her father liked to know she was being looked after when he couldn't do it himself.

Sitting on the step and enjoying the last of the afternoon sunlight, Erica waited for Captain Dennison. Her mind replaying the events in the office and painting a smile on her lips in the process.

 

[The_PG]

"Go... Goo you fucker and enjoy your little tramp! Why you-"

Bang.

Bobby slammed the door shut behind with a loud clatter. He hadn't even bothered to change out of his uniform because the moment he'd stepped into the house Sally had been there nagging him in that southern accent he'd once enjoyed incredibly, but now only loathed with contempt. The only way he'd been able to make a few stills from the movie footage was during Sally's phone calls with one of her high school friends. High school!? Who the fuck still talked with their high school friends, well, one or two yea. But that damn woman talked with the whole fucking school still! She even volunteered there for blood drives, sporting events, anytime she could. It was like she still wanted to be a student there, well, at any high school for that matter. No matter where they moved she still called all her old friends and volunteered at any high school that would allow her to latch her overly long white polished nails into.

Good riddance, was about the only thing he thought of it now.

Bobby got in his car, and tucked the envelope of rather high-quality pictures into his jacket pocket before starting the powerful engine. Unlike most men he wasn't compensating for anything. After watching that video a few times and pulling out some seductive images his rather large dick was throbbing in his greens.

He arrived at the Colonel's apartment exactly on time, and though Erica was rushing for his car he still managed to beat her around to the door and hold it open for her. "Ma'am," He said in a friendly tone with a curt nod, before shutting the door behind her carefully and hurrying back into his own seat. The drive was pleasant and if Sally had a lot to say then Erica had even more. She was a bright girl, and able to converse quite intelligently. They talked mostly about Bobby and his job. He was in charge of the security forces on the base, and was responsible for both the physical security such as purchasing locks, fences, weapons, and gates. As well as the manpower, training the new guys, keeping the older ones in shape and up to date. It was a full time job, and one that he took very seriously. Though not entirely thrilled by his job specifications, Bobby could tell she liked the knowledge that he was in charge, and at quite a good position. Yet, she still felt safe knowing her father was in charge of him.

That would change quite soon, quite soon indeed.

A table was procured immediately at the Italian restaurant they'd decided on. The Colonel and Bobby came there quite often, so the site of him and the Colonel's daughter (who all the staff had seen in pictures by now) brought the head waiter and best staff to their table constantly. At least until towards the end when it was obvious they weren't eating, but rather sipping wine and talking more. The waiter just made sure to keep their glasses full, but otherwise remain out of the way.

It was at this point that Bobby's tone changed, and his hand slid inside of his jacket pocket. Bringing out the manila folder and sliding it across the table to Erica. His hand remained atop it as he waited for her attention to fully focus on his razor sharp black eyes, "Erica." He said her name once, but his tone had changed into a deep husky tone, that was also slightly angry. "I want you to be very careful when you remove the contents of the envelop. Do it slowly, and try your best to make as little of a scene as you can. I don't want a scene. Neither do I need one, but if you want to make one you can be sure that I will come out on top... All I want, is your complete and utter cooperation."

With that he lifted his hand, and sat slowly back in his seat.

His eyes fixed on her face carefully.

 

[Britwitch]

The meal was delicious and the Captain very pleasant company. He was charming, witty and Erica had to admit he wasn’t bad to look at either. They discussed all manner of subjects although they usually ended up talking ‘shop’. While she wasn’t enlisted, the military was as much a part of her life as the men and women who so proudly wore the uniform.
She was just sipping her wine during a break in the conversation when she sensed the atmosphere at the table change. Suddenly and without obvious reason.

"Erica.”
“Yes, Captain?” She asked with a curious tone, his tone had changed and when she caught sight of the serious expression hardening his features and the envelope on the table her voice faltered slightly.
"I want you to be very careful when you remove the contents of the envelope. Do it slowly, and try your best to make as little of a scene as you can. I don't want a scene. Neither do I need one, but if you want to make one you can be sure that I will come out on top... All I want, is your complete and utter cooperation."
Her delicate features had formed a confused frown as he spoke. A small but definite twinge of nerves twitching in the depths of her stomach.
Swallowing a little anxiously, she reached across and pulled the envelope nearer. Pulling it onto her lap to open. As the first photo fell out onto her lap she was sure she could feel the colour draining from her face.

It was a picture of her and in a position she thought she would never be shown by another person. It had been taken when she was in the office although how was beyond her caring at that moment. It showed her against the wall, her head in the middle of being thrown back and Scott’s hand pulling the shirt down from her shoulder, his lips connecting with the skin. Her leg closest to the camera was raised off of the ground and her thigh brought up until it was level with his waist.
“I…I don’t…” Erica murmured, although her words were barely audible.

The rest of the photos slid out of the envelope and the shocked paleness that had smothered her face was replaced by a furiously humiliated blush. Photos of her and Scott, photos with his hands on her, others with her hands on him, their bodies rubbing against one another’s in photo after photo.
Without a word, and with shaking hands, Erica stuffed the images back into the envelope.

For a moment, she was certain she was about to bring up the pasta and wine she had enjoyed all over the crisp, expensive table cloth.

With wide, clearly terrified eyes, she eventually dared to look across the table at Captain Dennison.
“What…what do you want…?” She asked in a tremulous voice. Under no illusion about why she had been shown the photos. She didn’t doubt the officer wanted something from her in order to keep the photos between the two of them, but what he wanted was the issue that caused her the most concern at that point.

“Money…? A promotion…? What?” She didn’t have much in the way of saving but she had some. A promotion would be harder, while she could give a good word on a soldier’s behalf to her father, a promotion would require considerable effort.

Nervously, Erica sipped the last of her wine, her nerves making her spill some down her chin. The droplet easing it’s way down her neck towards her chest and she raised her linen napkin to wipe it away.

 

[The_PG]

"Stop."

The surprised glance Erica threw his way did absolutely nothing for Captain Dennison. His iron hard eyes, and stony jaw did not move an inch as he watched her hand hover in the air halfway to wiping the wine from her chest. Finally with an apparently enormous force of her own will, she slowly brought the napkin down to the table. Immediately Bobby reached across and did it himself, by that time the wine had just reached her bra which Bobby felt clearly through the napkin that he used to clean up the entire path that the droplet had left.

He sat back down with the envelope in hand, and signaled for the check.

"Go outside and wait for me on the corner by the park."

He watched her go quickly, paid, and followed behind her after using the John.

As he approached he saw that she had come up with one, if not several, arguments that she was planning on giving him. Being a spoiled brat did that, giving her the feeling that she had the right. Without a word he approached her as she raised a finger at him. Seizing the finger her twisted and yanked her close. In a second he had placed her left arm on top of her right, and he had her left wrist pointed down ninety degrees. If he simply lifted his shoulder, or pulled her wrist down further it created immense pressure on her shoulders socket. Too much pressure, and it would pop out of place. Her soft gasp of pain made him smile, the whimper afterward made him hard, still walking rapidly so that she was forced to hurry behind him he made his quickly into the park.

Then just as they left one of the over head lights, and were about to enter another he pulled her off the path into the darkness. Pushing her chest into the tree, bringing both arms behind her back and twisting her wrists up towards her neck. Lastly his hand smashed against her mouth, and twisted her head to the side so that he could hiss into her ear after she was finished screaming against his hand.

"I'm not going to rape you, stupid slut, but you aren't going to see the Private ever again. Do you understand me? Good. Now, what I want from you is exactly what I said earlier. Your complete and utter cooperation. Whatever I say, whenever I say it, you do it. I tell you to hit yourself, and you ask how hard. Do you understand? Good. Now I'm going to test you to make sure you understand me."

Suddenly he let go of one of her hands.

"Take off your panties slut. All the way off, and kick them into the bushes."

He waited patiently for her to comply, before adding the next part.

"Now. Touch yourself. Make yourself cum slut, right here, right now. In my arms. I want to feel you shudder."

 

[Britwitch]

"Stop."
Erica stopped out of shock rather than a desire to obey. The cool liquid tingling against her chest as it was allowed to slide lower. Setting her jaw, Erica lowered the napkin and watch as Captain Dennison leant over to clean it away himself. Her cheeks growing hot as his fingers, felt clearly through the expensive cloth of the napkin, ran over her skin. Removing the droplet and then following it's trail in reverse and moving up her neck.
Erica was trembling with uncertainty as he resumed his seat.
"Go outside and wait for me on the corner by the park."
She wanted to ask what for, why not by the car but his tone silenced any questions she might have had and instead she rose and left the restaurant.

Outside she quickly spotted the park. It looked dark and deserted and definitely not the sort of place she wanted to go anywhere near. Wrapping her arms around her upper body, she wandered hesitantly towards the corner the Captain had mentioned. Her mind trying to work out how she might be able to talk him round, to reason with him.
He appeared after a short while, all but marching purposefully towards her.
“Captain, I-” She began, raising her finger to start listing the reasons why her private live was her concern and not his but her words were cut off as he grabbed the finger and quickly twisted her arms. A short sharp exclamation of pain widened her eyes with a longer whine following it. Helpless to do anything but follow the tall officer as he pulled her into the park.
The chilled night air was making her skin ripple with gooseflesh and causing her nipples to harden obscenely against the thin material of her top.

The air was pushed out of her lungs as he suddenly dragged her off the path and into the shadows, pushing her roughly against a tree and swiftly readjusting his hold on her. Another yelp leaving her lips as her hands and arms were pulled up behind her. The realisation that his motives might be more base than she had considered she began to scream, fearing for the innocence she had so far managed to retain, whether by intention or the threat of her father, but his hand smothered her cries and crushed her lips.

"I'm not going to rape you, stupid slut, but you aren't going to see the Private ever again. Do you understand me?”
Erica’s pride prickled. She wasn’t used to being ordered around. Even her father didn’t do it. And she certainly wasn’t used to being referred to with such vulgar terms. But her fear overpowered her pride.
She nodded, breathing hard against his hand. The masculine scent of him filling her nostrils with every panicked breath.

“Good. Now, what I want from you is exactly what I said earlier. Your complete and utter cooperation. Whatever I say, whenever I say it, you do it. I tell you to hit yourself, and you ask how hard. Do you understand?”
Her eyes widened in the darkness, not that he could see it from behind her. Part of her felt relieved that he didn’t want money or to get her father involved but another part began to fill with a chilling feeling of dread.

“Good. Now I'm going to test you to make sure you understand me."
Erica gasped as she felt him release one of her arms, she shook the limb, trying to ease the discomfort in the joints from being held in such an awkward position.
"Take off your panties slut. All the way off, and kick them into the bushes."
The realisation that she had just agreed to do as he said, and that to do so would no doubt land both her and Scott into more trouble than she could imagine, was like iced water being poured over her body.
Hating the fact that she bothered to change into a skirt, to make an effort for the dashing and friendly Captain, Erica reached down and eased her underwear down. Letting the flimsy material roll past her hips and drop silently onto the ground, she took one foot out and used the other to fling the garment away.

"Now. Touch yourself. Make yourself cum slut, right here, right now. In my arms. I want to feel you shudder."
Erica’s face and chest flushed with embarassment. To have been manhandled, fondled, by the Captain would have been bad enough but she could have placated her mind by trying to stop him. To have to touch herself, demean herself, with her own hand for his apparent amusement was more degrading than she could have imagined.

Her hand snaked between her trembling thighs and prised apart the slightly puffy lips of her sex. Tears welling in her eyes as she began to rub her finger against the hardened nub of her clit. Wanting her body not to react. Wanting to show him he couldn’t make her do something so low. But her body had other plans.

Whether it was nerves, adrenalin, or something more worrying, she felt her sex starting to grow warmer, more moist. Her finger’s passage growing slicker, her clit tingling beneath the pressure. Unwillingly her hips ground backwards, drawing another gasp as she felt the large, hard, proof of his arousal press against her lower back.

She was unable to stop the sounds leaving her lips now, feeling a fleeting sense of relief that his hand would stop them from being heard by passers-by. Whimpers almost pleading in tone as her young body succumbed to the sensation of her hands movement against her sex were muffled by his palm. Her whole body was trembling against his. Hips rocking lewdly and it felt as if the harder Erica tried to fight her body’s reaction, the more intense it became.

 

[The_PG]

Captain Dennison was hardly removed from what was taking place. In fact, he was so into it that had someone walked up on them he would have been completely taken by surprise. Every hard earned breath through her nose, every whimper, every tremble, everything Erica did he kept precise record of not with his head, but rather with his cock. Each little breath caused him to grow just that much bigger within the confines of the uniformed trousers that he still wore. Her thrusts back towards him were powerful, but short. As if she was trying to reign them in before he noticed, but he not only noticed. His cock did as well, strongly. Beginning to not only strain against his underwear, but stain them as well. With a bit of a shudder, he pushed her further into the tree, and sandwiched his lips against her shoulder.

With a hiss following the powerful shove he spoke, "What a disgusting little slut. Making yourself cum... You want it, don't you? You want my cock to finish off what you've started. That is why you were in that office with private douche bag. You just wanted something to finish what you started. Well I've got news for you, slut, you've started something else entirely... You've started a new life, and just as soon as you cum... It'll be the beginning, of the end."

He felt her shudder underneath him, and squirm against his cock.

His hands tightened and his legs surged; pushing his muscular chest against her back, crushing her into the tree.

At this point Captain Dennison could not himself. He used his free hand to dart between the tree and her chest, squeezing her breast in his hand and nibbling gently on her shoulder where it was revealed from her slowly falling dress. Then his fingers squeezed the tip of her breasts, rolling the sensitive nub in his fingers.

It wasn't just the physical closeness that was stimulating Bobby at this point, but something much, much more. He had been missing the physical closeness with his wife, she was always cold, and even during sex it was much more about the act and getting it over with. But it was the domination that he craved. The soft whimpering breath. The fear that was pervading in the dark air. Her racing pulse against his lips. Knowing that there was nothing she could do at all, absolutely nothing, to get out of her current situation. She was going to cum, and cum hard.

By her own hand, but not by her own choice.

 

[Britwitch]

Erica groaned as Captain Dennison pushed himself harder against her, crushing her against the rought bark of the tree. Shuddering as she felt his lips against her skin.

"What a disgusting little slut. Making yourself cum..."
Erica somehow swallowed the cry that rose up in her throat at being called such a thing. Although whether it was the term or the terrifying truth in what he said, she couldn't say.

"You want it, don't you? You want my cock to finish off what you've started. That is why you were in that office with private douche bag. You just wanted something to finish what you started. Well I've got news for you, slut, you've started something else entirely... You've started a new life, and just as soon as you cum... It'll be the beginning, of the end."
Another overwhelming pulse from her sex shot through her body, making her writhe against him and, in turn, press herself once more against the rock hard bulge at her back.

A longer groan as he lurched forward again, pinning her against the tree with his body and freeing a hand to molest her chest. Whimpering almost constantly as the sensitive nipple was cruelly attacked by his fingers, pulling, twisting, tormenting them and what was worse, each touch only served to increase the throbbing ache between her thighs.

Erica was shaking her head, pleading into his palm to let her stop, not to make her debase herself like this but it was too late. With a slightly strangled cry, Erica began to cum. Her body bucking between the tree and his muscled frame. Her legs trembling and threatening to give way as her vision grew dark and filled with a thousand stars. She didn't think she'd ever experienced anything so intense before. Her nipples throbbed and her sex felt as if it was on fire.

As the waves of pleasure began to lessen in their power, Erica grew limp. All that was keeping her from slumping to the ground was the tree and Captain Dennison's body. Her face was flushed and her whole body clammy. Her breathing shallow and shaking. The fingers still wedged between her thighs were soaked by her body's betrayal, along with her thighs.

Erica shivered as she fought to regain control over her breathing but all she could hear was Captain Dennison's own laboured breathing against her ear and his words tormenting her mind over and over again.

You've started a new life, and just as soon as you cum... It'll be the beginning, of the end

 

[The_PG]

With a grunt of satisfaction Captain Dennison growled into Erica's ear as she came in powerful shudders, "Good slut. Cum slut, cum hard, cum harder, cum again, keep cumming. Good, good slut. What a nasty, sexy, dirty slut. Cumming in public like this, so naughty, so hot, so wrong, what a slut. I'm surprised Erica, I thought you were your daddies little princess, but I see you're really just his little slut... I bet you even think of his hard cock when you slip your dirty little fingers into your slutty cunt every night. Don't you? You do! I know you do... What a slut!" Then he stepped back and allowed Erica to fall onto the ground, sniffling, whimpering, and shaking still as she grasped feebly at his trousers. With a flick of his foot he pushed her off of his shoes, and stepped back. His voice hardened immensely compared to the way he had just been speaking, "Get up slut."

She managed to obey him, but rather pitifully. Bobby picked up her purse and barked a single command, "Follow."

Together they made their way back to the car. Erica would not know how hard it was for Bobby to keep from raping her there just as he had promised not to. The fact that it probably would not really be rape had kept him teetering on the edge of making the decision to do it or not. In the end, it was only the promise of two things that kept him from ripping both her clothes, and precious little virginity to shreds right then and there in the park.

Once they were back in the car Bobby handed Erica her purse back, and drove her home.

The first promise was the experience of taking her virginity. It promised to be simply amazing, and he was not sure if he wanted it to occur in a darkened park with only him, and her present to witness it. He thought that perhaps an audience would make it both more embarrassing for the little princess-slut, a little more profitable for him, and quite an intense experience for the two of them. But he hadn't settled it in his mind, he simply knew that the time in the park was not the time to shred every last bit of dignity from Erica. It also helped that his self-control would intimidate her, and she was such a slut that soon getting fucked would be the only thing she desired in her life. Making her to beg him, in front of an audience, to take her precious virginity would be quite the thrill indeed.

The second promise was not quite as futuristic or complicated.

They pulled up several houses short of the Colonel's, who had already arrived home, and Bobby looked sharply over at Erica as she reached for the door, "Stop." He barked the order curtly, and a smirk crossed his impassive face for just a moment before disappearing as she looked back at him. "You didn't think it was over, did you? Heh."

With a click Bobby pushed his seat back and undid his belt. Then he popped open the button and zipped down his fly. His erection sprung free easily from his loose boxers and pushed into the air proudly. Slowly he turned his head to meet Erica's frightened eyes with a steady gaze, "Suck it. Slut."

The moment passed quickly as Erica debated, and finally began to lean over. She was moving far too slowly for the Captain, and so as soon as she was in easy reach his powerful first took a handful of her hair and twisted it tightly; bringing her ear right next to his mouth.

"Faster next time, slut."

Then with unstoppable strength her pushed her face down into his lap, aiming directly for his throbbing dick.

 

[Britwitch]

Erica hit the ground with a muffled cry as he stepped away from her and let her drop. His insults and accusations ringing in her ears as she angrily wiped away at the tears streaming down her cheeks. Reaching out for something to help her to her feet her hand found his trouser leg but he sharply knocked her away.
"Get up slut."
Her legs were trembling, along with the rest of her body, and it took her a couple of attempts to get up from where she had landed amongst the twigs, leaves and dirt.
"Follow."

Hating that she was sniffling, Erica followed him back to the car. Subconsciously, her hands kept pushing down her skirt, pressing the material close to her thighs. She could feel her arousal cooling on her thighs and the sensation of walking without panties on was stranger than she knew how to explain. She felt dirty and used, in need of a long hot shower and maybe even a sneaked drink from her father's liquor cabinet. The only small mercy was that it seemed to be over.

The drive back to base was silent. Erica looking pointedly out of the window, not wanting to look at the man sitting beside her and certainly not wanting to see him looking at her. She felt nauseous and just hoped she would manage to keep it together long enough until after he left. Not wanting to show him just how much he had scared her.

Her body sagged in the seat as they reached the base and, after passing through the security gate, they soon turned onto the road where her father's house was. Almost as soon as the brakes had engaged, her fingers moved towards her seat belt and the other hand reached out to open the door. Not wanting to be in his company for a second longer than she had to.
"Stop."
Erice froze and felt an icy cold trickle dance down her spine. Licking her suddenly dry lips, she turned back to look at him.
"You didn't think it was over, did you? Heh."
"Well, I...I..." Erica began shakily, wide eyes becoming moreso as she watched him shift his position and undo his trousers.

She looked away, cheeks burning as his massive erection practically bounced into view. She'd never actually seen anything quite like it, face to face. She'd seen photos and watched the odd video but fondling through clothes was as close as she had gotten to the male sex. That said, she could tell before snatching her gaze away that Captain Dennison was a particularly well endowed man.

"Suck it. Slut."
"But I..." Erica felt a fresh wave of panic race through her. Her eyes glancing down at the column of flesh rising up from his lap and swallowed anxiously. "I've never..."
Erica knew the Captain didn't care. And she didn't doubt he wouldn't let her leave until she complied. She was so close to home. Surely it wouldn't take long and then she would be safe.

Taking a long shaking breath, Erica began to lean over towards his lap.
A yelp as his hand shot into her hair and pulled her ear viciously to his lips.
"Faster next time, slut."
Before Erica could reply, apologise or do anything else, his powerful hand propelled her face down towards his cock. The shock of what he was doing opened her mouth and as her face neared his lap, his cock slid easily between her parted lips.

She could feel the heat, the smoothness of him upon her tongue and tried to stop her downwards motion but Captain Dennison kept pushing. Crying out around the hard flesh now filling her mouth, Erica struggled uselessly as he kept pushing her down until the head of his shaft bumped the back of her throat. Her eyes watered and her hands pushed uselessly against his thighs.
Then she remembered his words...

All I want, is your complete and utter cooperation

If she fought him, surely it would only give him further reason to draw out this horrific experience. Being so close to her father's house had risks, what if they were seen. No doubt the Captain would be quick to make her seem the guilty party. Perhaps if she went along with his disgusting desire, if she could make him cum, then this whole horrible experience might be over.

Closing her eyes and trying to calm herself, Erica began to suck as best she could, but the feel of his hand in her hair, the scent of his aftershave, all assailed her senses and never let her forget for a moment where she was and what she was doing. Her tongue began massaging the firm flesh upon it as she tried to lift her head a little.

 

[The_PG]

His correct prediction did not even seem to matter at the moment Erica began willingly trying to suck him off. Her tiny throat seemed even smaller than Bobby had imagined it, the tightness plus the warmth was incredible not only on the head of his cock, but also the shaft. With every beat of his heart it pulsed thicker and rubbed against her clenching muscles and ligaments. But really it was the head deep inside of your warm mouth that was giving him the most pleasure, as hot seed dripped from the tip endlessly down her throat. It was just the beginning of what would become a torrent. Captain Dennison always came hard. Ever since he was a teenager his loads had always been rather large and copious, to use the words of the one doctor who used the term when explaining to him why it happened when he was nervous and wondering if something was wrong with himself. Teenagers were always so insecure. Now, however he reveled in the fact now although it had been one of the proponents of ruining his marriage, since they only fucked for procreation and every time he came it was enough to get any two women pregnant.

All of a sudden he was back in the present as Erica squirmed in her seat; both of her feet kicking against the door and floor of his car. He realized that she couldn't breath, and eased up on his pressure for a moment. Still keeping his cock in her mouth of course. Her tiny nibbles and soft suckling were rather arousing; as she didn't seem to have been lying about this being her first time. Erica's exploring licks and suckles confirmed this. Not that Bobby was any pro at deciphering blow jobs, it was obvious to him.

Because of how arousing it was, and the knowledge he now held he didn't both pushing her head back down. What she was giving him was enough for now. Later on he would think about fucking her tiny throat, but at this moment she was giving the first blow job of her life, to a man she didn't know, in a car parked a mere hundred feet from her home where her father was waiting for her. The man that could end this easily. What made it even better was that she was going to walk right past him, her mouth smelling of cum, the taste permeating her every fiber, and not say a fucking word.

That made Captain Dennison groan. The thought of her blushing as he father asked her how her evening was, and her saying simply, 'Fine.'

In fact it's enough to push him over the edge, that and one of Erica's timely panting breaths on his cock. His balls churn, and suddenly a burning hot fire shoots up through his dick, aiming straight for her tiny mouth, the cum bulges his cock; expanding it in her tiny mouth even further and giving her a precious little warning of what is to cum.

Both of his hands go to her head, but not to push. Simply to hold her still. With a grunt Bobby demands, "Don't spill any of it."

Then it happens. Strong muscles force the sperm out of his dick in rapid pulses. Not quite slow enough to keep up with if Erica wants to breath at all. Captain Dennison grunts with each pulse as it sends radiating pleasure through his body; even down to his toes inside of his dress shoes. A deep sigh fills the enclosed space of the car as he finishes with a final blast of still strong and poignant cum. At least ten of them were used to fill Erica's virgin mouth, and the site he sees when he pulled her small mind-fucked head up to look at her face is so erotic that a bit more cum oozes out of his piss hole and begins sliding down his cock; attracting Erica's attention quickly. He can feel it, and without even looking he comments directly into her glassy eyes, "You better go get it."

 

[Britwitch]

Erica tried to keep calm but the huge organ buried between her lips and pressing against the back of her throat combined with how her face was being squashed against his body was cutting off her oxygen. She struggled, panic blotting out her intention to do as he asked and comply.

There was vague relief as the pressure on her head lessened but Erica knew she couldn't afford to forget the task at hand. She continued to lavish attentions on his cock. Her tongue and mouth doing the best she could, doing what she thought he wanted. Suckling on the head and stroking it with her soft tongue. She tried to increase the frequency of her movements, out of no other desire than to have this horrible experience over, but his size and their awkward positioning prevented her.

Suddenly, and without warning, she got her wish for him to cum but as it happened she realised that perhaps she hadn't thought this through. The first spurt almost filled her mouth entirely and she fought against gagging.
"Don't spill any of it."

Eyes watering anew as she forced herself to swallow the sticky, salty liquid. It had only just slipped down her throat when another spurt refilled her mouth, then another. She swallowed as quickly as she could but it seemed her mouth was never empty for more than a moment.
Her stomach churned in revulsion as she filled it with mouthful after mouthful of seed. The Captain's sounds of enjoyment serving to make the whole experience that much more degrading.
The steady pressure of his hands on her head kept her where she was and ensured she couldn't forget what was happening.

Eventually it seemed to be over. The hard flesh in her mouth ceased it's twitching and Erica was at last able to draw a shaky breath through her nose.
She winced as the Captain pulled on her hair and lifted her face up to look into his. Her face was flushed, eyes tear bright and wide. Her lips puffy from their exertions and her chest rising and falling with shallow, rapid breaths.
Then she saw the final drops of cum rise up out of the head of his cock and begin to slide down the side of his shaft.

"You better go get it."
Lowering her eyes, Erica leant down and softly sucked the string of cum from his cock, before trailing her tongue back up the length of him to remove any remaining traces. She gently gave his head one last delicate suckle in case any remnants remained inside before sitting back up, as much as the hand in her hair would allow. She was privately proud of of calm she managed to keep her expression, given the terrified panic running riot inside her. She felt nauseous and was sure she would throw up before she reached her father's front door.

In silence she waited, praying the ordeal was now over. She was so close, so close to home. So close to being safely behind a locked door and away from this...this pervert. This maniac. She could wash herself and wash away the touch of his hands on her body, the taste of him from her mouth

She felt a little of her tension calm. After all, he'd climaxed, what more could he want.

 

[The_PG]

It was about three days later that Captain Dennison ran into Erica for the first time since that night. She had blushed and turned away from him immediately, but when her father had stopped to ask her what was wrong she must have made some excuse. Bobby just walked right on by the both of them without even a flicker of recognition directed at Erica, while he of course smiled at the General. That wasn't to say there was nothing going on in his head of course; he remembered the delightful little extra suckle she had given him at the end of the night, and the proud but wholly embarrassed look on her face afterward. It had gotten really bad when he kissed her goodnight, on the cheek of course, and told her where to meet him a week from then.

Bobby's plan was to give her a good long time to stew over everything, and perhaps even build up a little of her defenses once again. However, because of the pictures he had in his possession he knew she would show up. It was the same park, but an entirely different time. His lunch break on a busy Friday afternoon in the park.

There were plenty of couples, and quite a few mothers taking their children out for long walks.

Not to mention the odd business man or woman also on their lunch breaks.

It was rather crowded, in fact.

The blush on her face as she arrived had become a common theme, because whenever she was able to hold off the blush during their plenty of run-ins during the week Bobby made sure the next time they met he did something to really get the blood rushing to her face. Once he had simply walked up behind her in the copying room as she ran extra prints for her father, and grabbed her ass with both hands. He'd turned and walked away, just as another soldier entered the room. Another time as he walked passed her without blushing he had turned around suddenly behind her, and flicked her hair to the side so that his hot breath landed on her neck when he spoke. "Friday," Was all that he had said.

Now she was blushing brightly because of nothing quite as subtle. She was blushing because she was wearing nothing underneath her knee long skirt. It was plain and rather ugly, so was the shirt she was wearing along with silly sunglasses he'd ordered her to wear. At first she would assume correctly that he didn't want her being recognized, but that did not give him reason to dress her like a slob. The reason for that was simple though; throughout her life she had dressed pretty and well to keep up her reputation, but well. Her new reputation wasn't going to be quite so sharp or nice. Bobby wanted her dressing clothes that told her she was worthless, ugly, and stupid. These did the trick.

"Hello Erica," He said softly as she sat next to him and folded her hands in her lap to keep anyone from peeking between her thighs.

"Hello s-sir," She replied.

"I know you aren't wearing any panties. That's being a good," Bobby paused as a couple walked by, and just when they were out of earshot he finished, "Slut."

Once other nice thing about the thick, plane skirt was the fact that it would collect all of her secretions as Bobby had plenty of arousing things planned for her this afternoon. Any panties she could have been wearing would be soaked by the end, and come to think about it he wasn't sure if she wasn't wet already. He handed her a package. Inside was what looked like a small egg. It is attached to a long thin rubber-band.

"Go into the bathroom, and put that around your waist. The plastic part needs to be against your-" This time as a couple passes Bobby waited until they were standing right in front of the two of them. He then whispered directly into Erica's ear, "Clit. It'll make you cum."

After giving Erica a gentle push up and off the bench toward the bathroom Bobby opened their lunch and began eating.

By the time she was back he was nearly halfway done his sandwich, and the moment she sat down he reached inside of his pocket and lightly pushed the button he had kept stored there. Immediately the egg began to vibrate against her clit. Up to this point he wasn't sure if she would do it, so he glanced up at her face; expecting her reaction to tell him everything that he needed to know.

"Do you want turkey, or ham?" He asked as his head came up.

 

[Britwitch]

The week had been a nightmare. It felt wherever Erica went, somehow, the Captain would mysterious appear and find ways to remind her of her position. Groping her, whispering things to her. All of it in public or in places where anyone could walk in. She wanted to tell him to stop it but she daren’t.

Her face, she was sure, had been flushed bright red ever since she’d stumbled out of his car that night. Trying to get up to her room to strip and shower without bumping into her father had been unsuccessful. She’d had to stand and make polite conversation about what she’d been up to since she was last home and then tell such awful lies about her evening with the Captain. Saying what a nice, polite man he was and how she’d had a lovely evening. All the while stood there with no underwear beneath her skirt and her sex still damp from what the Captain had made her do to herself in the park.

When at last she’d been able to excuse herself and hurry up to the spare room she felt sick to her stomach. She could still taste the Captain in her mouth and the thought of what she’d done sent a wave of nausea through her. She quickly stripped off her clothes and hurried into the bathroom, scrubbing her skin with slightly too hot water until she felt marginally better. When she’d crawled into bed, pulling the sheets around her naked body, she kept hearing his whispered words echoing in her mind. Hearing him call her a ‘slut’ again and again, making her whimper in her dreams.

And now Erica felt like a mess. The clothes he had instructed her to wear for their meeting couldn’t have been further from what she’d expected. She’d thought he’d have her in some revealing, slutty get up but the frumpy, badly fitting clothes were almost worse. The shirt fit but was ever so slightly too big, making her small frame look even more so. The skirt was slightly scratchy and again fitted but was again too large for her hips and just made it look as if she’d had to borrow it from someone. The only upside were the daft sunglasses he’d also told her to put on. At least that way she could avoid eye contact with people as she hurried along the path to the bench where he was waiting.

"Hello Erica,"
"Hello s-sir," She heard herself reply mutely, fingers tightly holding onto the material of the skirt, pushing it down against her thighs.
"I know you aren't wearing any panties. That's being a good…Slut."
Erica felt herself tense as he whispered that word in her ear just as a couple moved away from them. She tried to focus on anything other than the feeling of the skirt’s heavy material against her bare backside.
"Go into the bathroom, and put that around your waist. The plastic part needs to be against your…Clit. It'll make you cum."
Erica’s cheeks burnt brightly as another couple walked past them just as he spoke in her ear. She knew they couldn’t hear what he’d said but it still sent a tremor of embarrassment tripping down her spine. The sunglasses doing little to hide her discomfort.
Without a word, Erica held the small package tightly in her hand and headed quickly into the public bathroom.

Her nose wrinkled once she got inside. The ladies toilets were clean but they shared a wall with the gents on the other side and the strong smell of urine stung her nose. She hurried into one of the stalls and opened the package. For a moment she contemplated just waiting for a little while and then posting the package and its contents into the trash. But she knew he’d find out, sooner or later, that she’d disobeyed him and she didn’t want to think about what that might mean. He might simply march to her father and tell him what she’d been doing, bringing shame on her and a dark shadow over her father’s glittering military career. But she doubted it. She could tell the Captain was more than enjoying his hold over her and Erica was fairly certain disobeying him would result in far more humiliating treatment of her, although what that might be she couldn’t imagine. Setting her jaw and praying that whatever the Captain had planned for this lunchtime meeting would be over soon, she pulled the device out of the package and started to put it on.

After a lot of wriggling around and banging into the walls, she had the all egg nestled against her clit and the band up around her waist. The pressure against her clit was slightly uncomfortable, making her want to walk with her thighs slightly parted but she daren’t and so she returned to the bench with the plastic rubbing agonisingly against her most sensitive of areas.
The Captain was already eating and Erica felt a fleeting hope that perhaps to get her to wear the bizarre thing was the challenge. As she sat down beside him her hope was shattered as the egg on her clit suddenly began to vibrate.
She fought against a cry of surprise, her hands taking a firm hold on the edge of the bench as her thighs pressed tightly together. Her eyes were wide, hidden behind the tinted lenses, and her mouth open in shock as she looked across at the Captain, squirming slightly as the egg massaged her clit and she felt her pussy starting to respond almost instantly growing wet as the sensitive bud of her clit tingled and throbbed.

"Do you want turkey, or ham?”
Her eyes widened behind the shades, not sure she’d heard him correctly then realised this was all part of his game. Trying, but failing, to keep her voice level she whispered in strained tones.
“H-ham, p-please…”

 

[The_PG]

Bobby grinned unabashed at Erica and her picture perfect reaction to the suddenly vibrating piece of plastic in her crotch. He handed her a sandwich and went back to his own as he glanced around the exceptionally busy park. He made it obvious that he was looking at everyone else as opposed to Erica because there were so many of them, and they could all see her. As he took the last bite of his bread, turkey, and cheese on a Kaiser roll his free hand carefully slipped inside of his pocket again. Flicking the device to a higher setting just as Erica took a bite of her food. The reaction was instantaneous and classic; a bright blush followed by a shudder that was obvious to everyone else in the park, but they wouldn't pay attention. It really looked like she really liked her food.

Leaning over, Captain Dennison whispered in her ear, "Do you think you'll cum?"

He stayed leaning for a moment, before lightly kissing the side of her neck and relaxing back into his seat.

Both of his eyes now remained fixed on Erica as she struggled with the sensations coursing through her body. Using the remote he switched to yet another setting. This one was more of a throbbing. It would buzz three times, three seconds on, three off, and then one steady buzz for about nine seconds before repeating the whole cycle. The power level was medium. Enough to bring her to a climax if it weren't for the constant breaks. The device had cost Bobby quite a bit, because of all the unique features including the strap that she could wear just about anywhere.

That was certainly the plan.

To have her wear it everywhere, Bobby was getting excited in his thick dress pants and inside of his briefs, so thankfully it wouldn't be obvious unless someone touched him down there. He couldn't wait to use the device in a mall, movie theater, or when Erica was standing right next to her father. Even in the middle of the night while she was asleep. Of course he would need to get camera's there or some sort of chastity device to make sure she kept the egg on. All these thoughts vanished though as he noticed she had finished her sandwich amidst a ton of blushing and some very obvious, but soft moans. After she drank a little and seemed to sort of get used to everything Captain Dennison ordered her to clean everything up, and then they went for a walk.

Every time they passed someone Bobby would say hi, and manually turn the vibrating egg to it's highest level that threatened to bring Erica to her knees if she wasn't careful. Then he would turn it back down and let her gather herself as they walked alone. It was wonderful, to feel her shaking on his arm, absolutely powerless to stop him from controlling her body like this. The walk was incredibly pleasurable for him, and for Erica but in an entirely different way. As they came to the end of the path Bobby pushed her into a thicket of bushes that was just off the main path. From here they couldn't see or be seen, but it was easy to hear those passing bye and all of the women and children at the nearby playground. As they both burst forth into a slight clearing Bobby pulled her body into is, placing her hand directly on the bulge in his pants and hissing words into her ear.

"I'm hard slut. Fix it."

With that a shove of her shoulders toward the ground Bobby did at least help her get his fly down and fish his cock out. It stared at her face lewdly, dripping pre-cum. Once she started he would turn that little vibrator all the way up. She needed to figure out that the taste of cum was synonymous with pleasure, plus having her mouth full of it would keep her from screaming or groaning. Too loud anyways...

Carefully his finger fidgeted with the button; waiting patiently.

 

[Britwitch]

Erica had just finished calming herself down from the shocking sensation between her thighs, feeling able to try and eat without choking on her sandwich. The ham roll had just moved past her parted lips as the gadget on her sex buzzed into life, and stronger than before. She felt her cheeks burn brightly as her entire body shivered. Her eyes darted around the park from behind the dark glasses nervously, praying no one had seen, that no one had noticed.
"Do you think you'll cum?"
"I..." Erica began before gasping as his lips pressed against her neck and the Captain moved away. She didn’t want to admit that her sex was already wetter than she wanted to acknowledge.

She licked her lips before trying to eat again. She’d taken a mouthful when the vibrator awoke once more but this time its torment was different. A regular pulsing followed by one long buzz and then a pause. Erica chewed as best she could, squirming slightly on the bench. Her breathing unquestionably shallower than it had been and the blush on her cheeks not fading. She felt her body growing warmer all over, trembling in the pauses of the vibrator’s cycle, trying to regain control of herself before it started up again.

Erica made a valiant effort of eating her food. Not wanting to draw this experience out any longer than was necessary. She knew if any of the people passing by were to give her more than a passing glance they would see the rapidly deteriorating condition she was in. Her blush had intensified, her chest was heaving although thankfully the ill fitting shirt hid most of it, her thighs were pressed tightly together and the inner lining of her skirt was growing damper and damper.

Somehow she managed to finished her sandwich and reached for some of the drink Captain Dennison had brought. The bottle shook ever so slightly in her hand as she allowed some of the liquid to pour down her suddenly dry throat. Then she was told they were going for a walk. Licking her equally dry lips she screwed up her sandwich papers and put them in the garbage.

They began to walk through the park, Erica kept her eyes firmly fixed on the ground and tried to avoid looking at anyone heading their way. Then as a man passed them the Captain greeted him and simultaneously the vibrator buzzed horrendously against her clit. She found herself reaching out for his arm to hold herself up as her legs threatened to collapse beneath her. Then it stopped.

Shakily she straightened her back and tried to continue walking as normally as possible. Then another passer-by was greeted and once again the egg thrummed against her sex and made her cling onto his arm like a drowning woman. She looked up, pitifully, into his eyes although the expression was mainly lost through the tinted lenses. It happened again and again. Erica was all but hanging on his arm, at times it was the only thing keeping her on her feet as her sex hovered on the edge of a climax that somehow never quite came.

Then she saw the edge of the path up ahead and hope flickered in her mind. Surely this little game of his would end once they were out of the park. She was so focused on the gates up ahead that his shove into the bushes came as a total surprise. Erica almost fell through the bushes given how unsteadily her legs were. Her face was flushed and her forehead beaded with sweat from the effort it had taken to simply keep walking.

Another gasp as he dragged her against him, she could feel the strength and power in his body and he moved her hand so she could feel the strength of a certain part.
"I'm hard slut. Fix it."
Before Erica could attempt to agree or disagree he pushed her downwards.

Her legs were in no condition to argue and soon she was kneeling before him, still shaking from the toy’s torment and now also from nerves, watching as he undid his flies and removed his hard cock from his underwear.
Glad once more that the ridiculous sunglasses he had made her wear would hide the shame in her eyes as she leant forwards and parted her pink lips. Taking his rock hard flesh between them and starting to suck. She tried to remember what she’d done in his car, things that she thought he’d enjoyed in an attempt to make his climax come sooner.

In the back of her mind she was just wondering how long Captain Dennison intended on tormenting her like this. She knew she couldn’t report him. If the truth ever got out about her relationship with the soldier then her father’s illustrious career, and her brother’s, would be over. She knew that she would never allow that to happen as a result of her behaviour and what made it worse was she knew that the Captain knew it too.

Then, just as the Captain’s shaft was about halfway into her mouth she squealed as the vibrator buzzed back to life. Making her shift against the dirt and leaves, the sound muffled by his cock but she knew he had to have heard it. Her entire body began to shake as her clit felt like it might explode beneath the egg strapped over it. Her hands held onto his thighs, trembling, as she tried to keep sucking. A long stream of muffled whimpers leaving her lips as the egg pushed her closer and closer to a climax she did not want any more than she wanted any of this.

 

[The_PG]

The almost pitiable whine that left tried to leave Erica's mouth sent a quite delightful vibration over, and down Captain Dennison's cock. The delicious pleasure slowly washed through his pelvis on it's way up his spine to the back of his neck where it seemed to burst and filter through the rest of his body. It boosted an already amazing feeling that was a combination of power, domination, and simple physical pleasure. Bobby hadn't felt like this in a very, very long time. Both of his powerful hands moved slowly, like snakes, and without any conscious effort from their master either. One sliding down to cup Erica's small, helpless jaw, that was working it's very best to keep from biting or scraping his dick while providing him with the utmost amount of pleasure that it possibly could. The other hand went to her beach blond hair where his fingers curled, tightening knots around each digit, pulling her into his crotch. Forcing his erect and straining cock deeper down the tight orifice. Bobby either didn't care or think to remember that she would not be able to breath, he was breathing, deeply, tasting the absolute authority he had in this situation.

Anyone could have walked up right then, and he would not have flinched.

"Fucking a... I'm never letting you free, you dirty little slut... Gotta, fuck, gotta make sure nobody else finds out you are a little whore... Shit, get ready for it bitch... It's coming."

There was very little he could do at this point to stop any of it. Not just the microcosm of shooting his load in the middle of the park, but also stopping what he had started with Erica. She was going to be his slave as long as he was stationed here, and perhaps longer if he could manage it. Looking down at her messed up hair, ridiculous sunglasses, he could see her lower body shaking. With a soft grunt he pulled his dick out slightly, the slippery saliva spilling out from her lips where they had been sealed around his skin. The head of his cock slipped across the roof of her mouth just before he plunged it forward once again. The thrust forced more liquid from her mouth, and Bobby felt it coating his shaft as it dripped down towards his balls. The sensation that was driving him wild was her throat constricting around the flared head of his dick while her tongue rushed back and forth along the sensitive underside of his dick as it collected his pre-cum that spilled out over the edge.

Both of his hands tightened at the same time as his stomach and thighs. A deep grunt that he worked very hard to keep from turning into a yell filled their tiny little clearing and probably spilled over into the edges, but by now Bobby really did not give two fucks. Or one. He pulled Erica's face even closer; crushing her nose against his pelvic bone as he began to fill her throat with his seed. Suddenly there was no plan or reason for this. The only idea pounding in his head was to fill her up and fill her up quick with his seed, he wanted to leave as much as he could in her stomach before he was finished. The steady stream of cum was followed by many waves of pleasure that kept Bobby paralyzed for the most part, save for an even further increase in the grip he held Erica in. He could feel pieces of her hair ripping from her skull, but just small strands, one, two, or sometimes three. Still, it felt good to know that he was hurting her.

As the waves lessened, to keep them going Bobby used short little thrusts to fill Erica's mouth with a clearer, less dense bit of fluid then what he had deposited in her throat. Then, of course, she had to clean him. Only once she was done that and he had belted, buttoned, and zippered himself back up did he bend his knees and tilt her reddened face up to his. Then he proceeded to remove her funny looking glasses.

"Well Erica... Enjoying yourself yet?"

A few moments passed, and since she did not answer he smacked her. Hard across the face.

"Fucking answer me. Did you cum, little girl?"