"The Need"

[AngelEyes1994]

"The Need"

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Angel sat on a long bench outside what had once been the Grande Palace Royale, trembling deep to her core from a combination of cold, fear, and hunger. She'd turned 18 years of age just two days ago as attested to by the papers she gripped tightly in nervous hands.

The world in which she was living now was nothing like that into which she'd been born. The COVID-19 pandemic had still been raging all the way through her toddler years. Then the civil war broke out, followed by the international intervention. That foreign assistance, as it was originally labeled, ultimately became a long term occupation. Angel couldn't recall a time with men and women wearing the uniforms of and speaking the language of another nation were a fixture of her community.

That original force with which Angel had grown up had then suddenly left without notice. There had been a limited exchange of nuclear weapons between five of the nations with such weapons, an event that had killed 60 million people in the northern hemisphere and continued to kill people there today. It had barely effected Angel's world, though; what little radioactive fallout reached here was washed away by an abnormally fierce rainy season, sending the invisible death downstream to affect others.

Then, nine months ago, as crime and desperation grew at an almost exponential rate, Angel's world was again occupied. These new men and women were from something called the Division 9 Military Police Corps; they often just called themselves Nine Corps or the Nine, not that that meant anything to Angel. To her and to her family, they were only one thing: providers.

When Nine Corps first arrived they did so with impossibly massive planes filled with food, clean water, blankets, clothes, medicine, and so much more. Angel had never lived so well; she ate three meals a day, snacked on chocolate and drank sweet, unnaturally colored drinks, and gained more than 12 pounds in less than 3 weeks; she was checked inside and out by a kind, female Medic who treated her for lice, a skin rash, and some girly problems that had resulted from a brutal rape at age 14; and, for the first time in her life, she not only had a pair of shoes but had more than one set of clothes at a time.

Angel was happier than she'd ever been, and -- after she'd begun a formal education -- she'd begun to believe that life was more than just the time in which you waited for death.

And then, the bottom fell out.

Three months ago, something had gone wrong in Nine Corps. Actually, it hadn't gone wrong here in Angel's world; it had gone wrong out in the bigger world beyond her community and Nine Corps' Zone Of Operations, or what they'd come to call the Zoo.

Angel didn't understand fully what had changed or why it had changed. All she knew was that the massive amounts of food, water, medicine, and more that had been coming into the Zoo had virtually ceased. No longer could she and her family walk up to the gates of the palace, ask for what they needed, and walk away with it and often more.

The locals had reestablished their lives and their economy, only to have it fall apart once again. More than 80% of the people Angel knew had no work at all. Of the 20% who did, half of those barely fed their families. Half of the 12,000 people who'd lived comfortably with their occupiers' assistance were now gone: some had fled, some had died, either of disease, starvation, or violence.

Angel and her family had held on because her father had found work at the palace as a janitor and her mother had been doing laundry for the Nine. But her father had been attacked and nearly beaten to death one night many months earlier, and her mother had needed to stay home and care for her invalid husband.

The family had depleted their savings and was depending on Angel now. Turning 18 meant she could now work at the Palace; their occupiers had instituted a strict policy prohibiting the presence of and service from minors in an effort to prevent problems that might arise between the desperate peasant locals and the often desperately horny soldiers.

It was a good policy, one which Angel -- who'd been raped by their former occupiers at 14 -- wished was a universal rule. But it had meant that for the past several months, the only money coming into their household had been that for which Angel had begged. And that money was drying up. There was only one place where Angel could earn enough money to support the family, and that was inside the Palace of the Nine.

"I can go there and cook and clean and do laundry now," Angel had desperately argued to her mother, who had initially fought the idea. "It's good honest work, like you did when you were working at--"

"That's not all I did, Angel!" her mother told her, going quiet as her eyes glistened over and tears began to streak down her cheek. She repeated in barely more than a whisper, "Angel ... that's not all I did."

Her mother took her away from the home -- beyond her ailing husband's hearing -- and confessed to Angel that she had very often provided sexual favors to the men inside the palace. Oh, it was against regulations, of course, but it still happened on a regular basis. "I do not want this of you, my daughter. You should not have to do this to feed your family. We will find another way."

But Angel had known that there was no other way, and while she knew it would be devastatingly tragic to do so, she felt that if it would save her family from dying of starvation, Angel could lay on her back, part her legs, and let a man do as he wished with her for a couple of minutes. And so, here she was, sitting on a bench filled with women of every age from 18 to 80. Some had baskets before them with cleaning gear or clothes irons or other tools, indicating the skill set they had to offer.

Others -- mostly young and mostly pretty -- simply sat there watching the men of the Nine pass by, hoping to catch their eye and be invited through the gates. Angel could tell which had successfully been through this before: they smiled a lot; they tossed their hair back to reveal their boosted bosoms; they wore skimpy clothes (though, more often then not, they would don a wrap or cape to hide their female features before going through the gate).

Angel did none of that. She was too nervous to move, let alone flirt. And yet, after what turned out to be a much shorter time than she'd expected, one of the Nine came to a stop in front of her and looked her up and down...

 

[HornyDog2017]

Major Robert Thomas strode through the palace grounds at a quick pace, surrounded by a dozen men. Some were ranting to him about this situation or that situation, each of which only he could make decisions. Others were his assigned bodyguards, liaisons, and a young Second Lieutenant named Howard who served as Robert's Aide-de-camp.

Every so often, Division 9 Military Police Corps' Commanding Officer would agree to or deny one of the multitude of requests coming at him in a dizzying assault. He would then look to Howard and nod or shake his head. The young officer would then scribble into the small notebook that he had with him 24/7.

Robert could have easily done away with most of the men surrounding him right now. Most of the decisions they were seeking from him were choices he'd already delegated to them. They just wouldn't make them out of fear of making a mistake and then being responsible for the consequences.

The bodyguards -- he had 2 men on him 24/7 -- were actually necessary, Robert thought to himself as he looked about his surroundings and saw the evil eyes that some of the locals were giving him. The shortages of goods coming from Central Command had meant that The Nine could no longer dole out food, water, and other badly needed resources to the people of this town.

Hell, Robert had barely had enough to keep his own men happy and healthy for months. There had been trouble at the last two air drops when the locals swarmed the sight in an attempt to get what they needed before Robert's troops secured the pallets. They'd begun using tear gas two months ago to keep the civilians back. Last drop, a local had fired a gun and -- misunderstanding the lack of a real threat -- two of his men had instinctively returned fire, killing the man. It had led to some serious tensions, stress that hunger only intensified.

"Enough, enough!" Robert demanded as he came to a sudden stop. He looked to each of the men asking something of him and gave them a short order that was not to be argued. Then he dismissed them and -- as he turned away -- told his bodyguards, "The first of these men to say another word to me before I've had lunch, shoot'em in the ass and then haul them to the infirmary to have their balls cut off."

And that ended that, because all of the men respected their Major's decisions and many of them thought he might honestly have them shot and castrated. Robert strode onward through the grounds of what had once been a beautiful palace. Most of the buildings were now decorated with holes, missing chunks of stone, and some serious structural cracks.

The fighting had gone on here for decades, and despite having been the home to the King, then the Prince, then the Presidents (plural), this compound hadn't escaped the ravages of war. Ironically, the tall, stone wall had survived in its entirety, so when Nine Corps moved into the city to put an end to the current civil war and general criminal mayhem, it only made sense to take possession of the Home of Kings.

"One last thing, if you don't mind, sir," Howard asked meekly from a few steps behind, "regarding the delayed repairs of the electrical grid in Section 4D."

Robert came to a stop outside the entrance to the palace, turning to deal with his ADC. With electrical power restored, a portion of the local economy could be restored. Homes would have power as well, which was good for health and safety. This was something that needed to be settled.

But Robert very quickly found himself distracted. Each and every day, from sunup to sundown, the benches along the inside of the Inner Curtain -- the outer wall surrounding the palace -- were filled with men and women seeking employment for the day. Robert didn't pay these people much attention most days as he didn't do the hiring for such things.

Occasionally Robert would bitch and moan about something he needed or some task he needed done. In those instances, Howard would hustle out to the wall and find someone capable of locating that for which his boss needed or of doing the job the Major wanted done.

Today, Robert found himself staring intently on the most incredibly beautiful young woman he'd seen in forever. Compared to him, she was just a child. Robert had recently turned 36, old for a Major but then that was a result of politics. He knew she had to be at least 18 because the regulations in place didn't allow for local residents younger than that to come inside the wall for anything other than medical attention and schooling.

When the young woman caught him staring, Robert looked away. But this diversion of his ogle didn't last long. He looked back to her, ignoring that she was watching him ogle her delicious, petite, but definitely female figure.

Something stirred deep inside, as well as down below. It had been almost three years since Robert had seen his wife, who rumors had it had been living with another man since March. It had been six months since he'd emptied his balls to anything other than his own stroking, curled fingers, too. Even then, flooding the mouth of a whore in the alley behind a bar had been anything but fully satisfying for Robert.

"Did you find the woman who was washing my clothes?" he asked his ADC.

"No, sir, sorry, sir," Howard responded, flipping through the pages of his notebook for God knows what reason. He stopped and pressed a finger to something he'd written and added, "On Tuesday, 'A' Squad found the woman's home to be burned out. No bodies but no residents remaining either, so--"

"See the girl on the bench left of the gate," Robert cut his assistant off. When Howard turned to look, Robert added, "Third from the left, the young one with the colorful neck collar."

"Yes, sir?" Howard responded with a questioning tone. He studied the girl a moment, then offered, "She doesn't really appear to be the laundress type, does she sir?"

When the young officer looked back to his commander, he found an expression on the older officer's face that made his own face fill with understanding. It was a bit of a shock for Howard to imagine that his superior was asking him to go collect a young play thing. Major Thomas just didn't do that.

"I'll go speak to her, sir," Howard said, instinctively putting his pen to the next empty page in his journal book.

"What the fuck could you possibly be writing, Lieutenant?" Robert asked before laughing.

The ADC put his pen away, then his book. He said, "Sorry, sir. It's, it's just a nervous habit. Sorry. I write when I'm--"

"Nervous, yes, I caught that, Lieutenant," Robert again cut in. He looked to the woman again, studying her for a long moment, then said before turning to head for his room in the palace's basement, "Invite her to my quarters. I'll interview her myself."

Howard nodded -- they didn't salute here in an effort to not alert snipers to prime targets -- and watched his commander head through the inner ward gate toward the palace's interior. Turning and heading to the wall, Howard stopped before the young woman. He started with the most basic question in these parts when first meeting people, "Hello, do you speak my language?"

After receiving a positive answer, Howard explained, "My name is Howard Cramer. Second Lieutenant Howard Cramer. I am Aide-de-camp to Major Robert Thomas, Commander, Division 9 Military Police Corps."

He hesitated a moment to see if that meant anything to the woman, then continued, "My Commander is in need of someone to launder his clothes and do general janitorial in and about his quarters. Would you be both interested in and capable of fulfilling these duties on a regular basis, perhaps every other day?"

Again, Howard paused for a response before continuing, "Compensation would be something my Commander would have to negotiate with you, but I assure you, it would be more than fair."

Again, a pause, then, "Follow me, then."

He turned and headed for the next wall and the next gate. They stopped suddenly at a pair of guards, one of which was female. Howard explained as he nodded his head toward the female soldier, "You have to be checked for weapons. Do you give permission for this guard to perform a physical check of your person?"

The check was performed, and again Howard was leading the woman onward. The interior of the palace was sparse. It had been looted of valuables, first by its leaders prior to them fleeing the country, then by the residential staff who'd known they were no longer being paid to remain here, then finally by those who'd intruded upon the palace grounds and were looking for both souvenirs and sellable valuables.

They traveled a long hall, a staircase downward, and another passageway seemingly going back the way they'd come. There was a shorter route, of course, but it was kept secret from the locals for security reasons. Finally, they reached a door flanked by the Commander's two one shift bodyguards. Howard knocked, waited the expected amount of time, and entered, gesturing the woman to follow.

"Major Thomas, this is..." Howard stopped, looking a bit uncomfortable. He admitted, "I'm sorry, sir, I forgot to ask her--"

"That'll be all, Lieutenant," Robert cut in, dismissing the man. When the door closed, Robert looked her up and down again, then moved slowly closer and extended his hand. "Robert Thomas. You can call me Major Thomas or Major or sir, if you'd like. And who would you be?"

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Angel was disappointed when the older officer who'd been ogling her walked away. She knew who he was, of course; he was the boss. But then the younger officer came over, introduced himself, explained the situation, and asked, "Would you be both interested in and capable of fulfilling these duties on a regular basis, perhaps every other day?"

Angel thought she should have stood before speaking, but in all honesty, her knees were trembling and she feared she might be able to stand at all. She answered meekly, "Yes, sir."

He spoke about pay, to which Angel only said again, "Yes, sir."

"Follow me, then."

She got up unsteadily and fell behind the man. At the gate, a female soldier ran her hands all over Angel's body, even in the more intimate and personal of areas. Angel remained strong, though, and after a walk through the palace that seemed miles long but wasn't, she was inside a large basement room that was one part locale décor, one part military storage room, and most definitely in need of a woman's touch.

Angel's belly rolled with butterflies at the sight again of the older, distinguished looking officer. The man excused his aide, then offered his hand. "Robert Thomas. You can call me Major Thomas or Major or sir, if you'd like. And who would you be?"

Angel blushed as she took the man's hand. She began to speak but nothing came out. Clearing her throat, she said clearly in his language -- her third -- with an obviously local accent, "It is nice to meet you, Major Thomas. I'm Angel."

 

[HornyDog2017]

"It is nice to meet you, Major Thomas. I'm Angel."

Robert's lips spread in a smile, and as he studied her incredibly cute face, he wanted to badly to say Yes, an angel, yes you are. But he resisted. He didn't want to scare her off in their first minute together by sounding like a creep. He released his gently grip on her hand and wandered as he presented the offered job to her.

"Basically, it's domestic work. You know that word, domestic? Laundry, house keeping, some cooking on occasion. I'd ask you to run some errands, too. Are you a good cook, Angel? I like the food here, the local ethnic food. I guess here you would just call it food."

He looked back to her with a smile meant to relieve her of the strain that was evident in her face. "I can't pay you cash. Your nation's money isn't worth the paper its written on, which is why..."

Robert stopped and chuckled. He'd been about to describe how it was often used as toilet paper by his troops or as tinder to get their barbeques going some afternoons. He continued, "And, by regulations, we aren't allowed to pay you with money from my own country. But, I'll be sure to send you home with some of my food, clean water, medicine if you need it..."

Again he looked to Angel, this time with a more serious expression on his face. "...or things that you can trade for other things you need. Again, I'm not supposed to do this. But, if you promise not to tell, I promise to make your time here with me worthwhile. How's that sound to you?"

 

[AngelEyes1994]

"Basically, it's domestic work," the Major began. "You know that word, domestic?

Angel did, of course, and she nodded silently when he looked for her response.

"Laundry, house keeping, some cooking on occasion..."

Oral sex, maybe a little fucking from time to time, Angel was thinking, recalling her mother's warning of what coming to the palace would eventually entrail.

"I'd ask you to run some errands, too. Are you a good cook, Angel?"

"Yes, sir," she lied. Angel could cook fine, but she would never say she was good at it.

"I like the food here, the local ethnic food. I guess here you would just call it food."

"Yes, sir," she agreed, smiling at the thought of how one local's food was another's exotic and vise versa.

"I can't pay you cash," the man began explaining.

Angel knew the issues about her country's currency. It took a small paper bag full of it to buy just a loaf of bread in the marketplace. She also knew that beyond the palace walls, no one followed the rules regarding his country's money. There were tens of thousands of his nation's bills -- mostly small, easily transferred denominations -- being used to make the city's economy move. It had value here because of its stability abroad, unlike the worthless cash of her homeland.

"But, I'll be sure to send you home with some of my food, clean water, medicine if you need it..."

A chill literally ran up Angel's back at the mention of medicines. Her father live with pain 24/7, and her mother was becoming weaker as illness from poor nutrition began to affect her. She noticed the Major looking at her with a more serious expression on his face.

He continued, "...or things that you can trade for other things you need. Again, I'm not supposed to do this. But, if you promise not to tell, I promise to make your time here with me worthwhile. How's that sound to you?"

"It sounds more than fair, sir," Angel said with a timid smile. She was tempted to ask specifically for the meds her parents needed here and now, but decided to wait. She looked around at the mess that was his residence and asked, "Would you like me to start now?"

Before he could get his answer out, though, Angel said almost desperately, "I would like to start now, if that is okay with you, Major."

 

[HornyDog2017]

"It sounds more than fair, sir," Angel said with a timid smile.

Even though he would never say it to her, Robert knew that offering her anything -- even 12 hours of unpaid work within the security of the palace walls -- would be worth the opportunity of getting away from the horrors out there in her world. Murder was rampant; rape was worse. His Platoon was trying its best to bring the mayhem to an end, but over the past few months as their munitions began getting low, Robert was hesitant to send his men out there at all. They'd found themselves caught in a fire fight just three weeks ago in which they'd actually been outgunned by a local militia leader's troops.

"Would you like me to start now?" she asked, almost desperately. "I would like to start now, if that is okay with you, Major."

"Um, yeah, sure, why not," he said, looking around as she had. A thought came to Robert and he gestured Angel to follow. He stopped at an open door, nodded her attention inside, and explained, "This is my office, and you can never go in there. This is where I work, and you simply can't be in here. Understand?"

She responded, and Robert closed the door. He gestured her to follow again, and he led her to another door. "This is my bedroom."

It was a sty, and he knew that. He'd lost the discipline he'd learned so long ago at the Academy with regards to making his bed, keeping his clothes neat, and all that. Honestly, his wife had been more adept at that kind of stuff as their marriage plodded onward, and without her here, well, he was hopeless.

He talked about the typical housekeeping things Angel would need to do here, then moved on to a door with a heavy duty padlock and reinforced clasp. He pulled out a key, unlocked it, and gesture Angel inside. The room was perhaps 20 feet by 15 feet, and half of its volume was filled with boxes, crates, and bags of treasure.

"This is my own personal stash," he told Angel, "things I have earned or bought. I explain this because I don't want you to think that I have horded any of this in violation of Army policy. I will pay you from this. Anything in here that you find of value or worth to you, you just let me know and I will give it to you as compensation."

Robert gave Angel an opportunity to look around before politely gesturing her outside again, telling her, "I will also send you to the Supply Clerk on occasion to collect other things for me, food and bottled water in particular, and at the end of the day, if you wish to take some of it instead, you may. I usually eat in the Officer's Mess, and while you are not allowed in there, I can also bring home some leftovers ... breads, meats, desserts. You know the word leftovers, yes?"

Back in the main room, Robert looked around, shrugged, and said, "Okay, so, do what you will. I'll let you decide what's more important for now. I have work to do in my office. Let's say ... four hours today? Are you free for that amount of time?"

Before he left her alone, Robert waved Angel to his quarter's little kitchen. He opened a cupboard full of a mix of packages of Army rations and plain old ordinary civilian world packaged food. He told her in a firm tone, "I want you to eat first, Angel. I'll get more work out of you if you aren't starving and thinking about the food I'm going to send you home with. So, eat something now. There's local goat's milk in the fridge over there and a microwave. I'll be in my office."

Robert pointed a finger at Angel and said with a fatherly tone, "Eat! Don't be shy.
I'll be in my office. Don't hesitate to ask me if you have any questions."

And he turned away to go to his office, unless she had questions that would delay him. He was already pretty exhausted from a long day of running the Zoo, so he'd only be at his desk twenty minutes or so before he moved to his couch with a report and fell asleep.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

The Major seemed surprised that Angel said she could start working that moment, but he took her on a short tour of his home. He explained about the office, and she told him she understood. She joked, subsequently blushing, "I'm not a spy."

When he showed her the treasure room, Angel's eyes widened and her mouth fell open a bit. In all her life, she'd never seen such personal wealth all gathered in one place. With half of what was in here, she thought, she could live like a queen the rest of her life. It wasn't true, of course, not even in her deprived nation. But still, Angel was stunned by all that she saw gathered in this small space.

"You know the word leftovers, yes?"

"I learned it, yes," Angel told him. She assumed that he was meaning the couple of bites left over on a plate of this or that, and while she didn't particularly like the idea of eating that which someone else had decided wasn't worth their time after their belly was full, she couldn't realize that he'd actually meant the bowls, platters, and other containers full of untouched foods that had never made it to someone's plate in the first place. Despite the misunderstanding, she told Robert, "Leftovers are good, sir, thank you."

"Okay, so, do what you will," he told her once the tour was finished. "I'll let you decide what's more important for now."

They agreed on four hours this day, and he headed off to his office. Angel took a moment to simply look around, trying to prioritize. She shook her head, not knowing where to start; how long had this man been without a woman to take care of him? She started by collecting scattered clothes, separating them into three piles: dirty, must be washed; clean but wrinkled, must be ironed; and clean, not wrinkled, put where they belong.

Once she'd finished that, she set about collecting the scattered, dirty dishes. She grimaced at a couple of moldy bowls and plates, as well as a cup in which the fluid inside had been slowly evaporating away, leaving a residue of something unfamiliar on its inside.

Next came sweeping, dusting, wet rag cleaning, stacking and organizing of various possessions, and more. When she realized that she was exhausted, Angel looked to the clock on the Major's desk; it was almost 2am and she'd been working for 11 hours. A few times, the guards outside had quietly entered their Commander's quarters to check on him -- or, more likely, check on her -- but each time she'd lifted a finger to her lips, pointed to their boss as he slept on his office couch, and shooed them away before they woke him.

Knowing she needed to call it a night and head for home, Angel went to the open doorway of the Major's office, hesitated, then cleared her throat. She repeated the sound, a bit louder, which caused the man to stir. She finally said, "Excuse me sir...?"

This woke him, and after he blinked his eyes and regained his composure, Angel said, "I should go home now. But..."

Angel didn't want to say pay me, but she knew he would catch on, so she just stood there expectantly with a tired smile.

 

[HornyDog2017]

Robert's duties for the day had been done before he invited Angel to his quarters, so the only reason for him to be disturbed would have been dire emergencies. Apparently none of those had been that dire, because his guards' only interruptions had basically been to check up on the strange women milling about his rooms.

When he awoke to the girl's voice, Robert knew he'd drifted off for quite sometime. He had no idea just how much time until he was able to focus on his watch. "Jesus, Angel, it's oh-two-hundred."

He got up from the couch, stretching out the discomfort of having been sleeping wrong. He made his way out through the door that Angel wasn't allowed to enter, then stopped and stared about himself in shock. "My god, what have you done?"

The place was simply unbelievable: clean, neat, organized; surfaces shined, items were instantly recognized as being where they should be, not where Robert had dropped them; there were things within his view that he hadn't been able to find in days, sometimes even weeks.

"I thought we said you were going to work four hours," Robert said again, checking his watch to ensure he'd seen it correctly as he walked around looking at things. "This ... this is above and beyond. You deserve a medal for this."

She responded, and after spending another minute or two simply marveling at what the young woman had done, Robert checked his watch a third time. "Well, you can't travel the streets at this hour. Curfew's been in effect for hours. Will your family be panicking that you aren't home yet?"

They discussed that, and Robert told her, "You can stay here tonight, but just tonight. I don't want you doing this again, Angel. It's too disruptive to your family. You need to be home long before curfew. So, let's get some bedding from the storage closet and make you a bed. Or we can put you in the Women's Berthing Hall, down the passage a couple of doors."

 

[AngelEyes1994]

"Jesus, Angel, it's oh-two-hundred."

"Forgive me, Major," she responded with a meek voice. "There was so much to do, and I didn't think you would mind. And you needed your sleep."

When he exited this office and saw the result of her long shift he practically exclaimed, "My god, what have you done?"

Initially, Angel feared that she'd done something wrong. She had gone a bit overboard on organizing things, but she'd thought he would appreciate it. Plus, she feared that she might not be invited back because of the over abundance of available workers, so she thought it was best to work as long and earn as much as possible tonight.

He inspected Angel's work, reminded her about curfew, and asked, "Will your family be panicking that you aren't home yet?"

"No sir," she told him. "One of your men let me call the man who owns the meat market. His daughter is the mother of the brother of a man who works with my neighbor's niece. She..."

Angel went silent and blushed at seeing Robert's reaction and realizing how she should have answered the question. "No, sir. I got word to them that I was working and might not be home tonight."

She dropped her eyes, unable to look into Robert's as she considered what her mother was thinking right now. It was 2am. Angel would surely be filled with the Major's cum, maybe even with the seed of some of his more senior men, officers he'd passed her off to after he'd had his way with her.

"You can stay here tonight, but just tonight."

He politely chastised Angel for staying after curfew, then offered to let her stay here or in a room with the women soldiers. Angel had, in fact, been ready to find herself naked and on her back and being taken advantage of. But seeing this opportunity to prevent it, she said softly, "It might be more appropriate for me to sleep in the girls' room. I wouldn't want people to talk ... about you, I mean, sir."

 

[HornyDog2017]

"And you needed your sleep."

Her comment made Robert laugh. "I've needed more sleep for the past decade, Angel. I don't think one nap is going to fix that, but I still thank you."

Listening to the girl's explanation of how people in her community communicated was incredible. There hadn't been cell service in this region for more than 8 years. He and his men relied on satellite phones and their own dedicated radio systems, of course. They didn't allow the locals to piggyback on their systems for fear of hacks and jamming, but it wasn't uncommon for his men to let Angel's people to make calls while inside the palace.

Her explanation for sleeping in the women's quarters made him smile as well. He said with humor, "Yes, you're probably right. We wouldn't want them to talk about me. C'mon, I'll get you set up."

Robert walked Angel down the passage to where one of his few female officers was on the midwatch. He instructed her to find a rack for the young woman. "Have your relief get her some breakfast, then find me."

To Angel he said, "This officer will take good care of you, and in the morning we will see that you're compensated for your work here tonight."

Robert couldn't help but notice the smirk the female officer was desperate to hide and gave her a glare, which only led to the woman having to turn her head. He told Angel good night and returned to his quarters. Standing there and surveying the girl's work, Robert suddenly felt rather foolish; he'd honestly hoped that the young thing was a whore and -- when he'd begun talking about house cleaning -- she would have asked him if he wouldn't just prefer a blow job and a quick but satisfying fuck.

He headed for his bedroom, which was in the same immaculate condition as the rest of the basement home and looked at the crisply made bed. It almost seemed a shame to mess it up by sleeping in it. Almost. What was surely a shame was that the two of them weren't messing it up together.

Angel was an unbelievably cute little thing, and Robert had always liked petite lovers. The power and control a man like him -- 6'4", 200 pounds of solid man -- had over a barely 5 foot, barely 100 pound girl during love making was immeasurably satisfying to him. Oh, he wasn't a dominating lover; he wasn't bullish or mean or forceful, at least not unless it was asked of him, which it had been at times. But there was something very erotic to him about having total control over a woman, and standing here thinking about Angel and her tiny body had caused his cock to stiffen to it's full and thick 9 inch length, poking its head out of his boxers to lay partially against his upper thigh.

He stripped out of his clothes and found his bottle of lotion, but then looked at the bed with its fresh linen and told himself he couldn't mess up the sheets. Instead, he went into the bathroom, sat on a towel laid upon the cold toilet seat, and imagined little Angel rocking hard upon his lap until he'd sent a volley of cum out in an arc to splash against the wall.

Robert took a couple of minutes to come down from the euphoria, then cleaned up his mess and headed for bed. He was out cold in less than a minute, awaking the next morning to the remnants of an incredibly sensual dream and immediately thinking about his new housekeeper.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

The female Lieutenant found an unused rack standing against the wall in women's berthing and set Angel up with it and some bedding. As this was happening, one of the enlisted women asked a fellow soldier about Angel, to which the second one -- speaking intentionally enough for Angel to hear -- said, "The Commander's new play thing, probably."

Angel didn't correct the woman; hell, she spoke to no one, not even the officer helping her get comfortable. She just wanted to go to sleep and collect her compensation in the morning. If the other women thought she was putting out for their superior, who was she to care?

She slept poorly, being in a strange bed in a strange place with people coming in and out at all hours. Angel found it easier to sleep through the barrages out in the city than she did here in the palace basement. 0600 came about, and the berthing compartment came to life. Angel had slept in her clothes, taking off only her shoes which had remained under the bedding with her. Another female officer escorted Angel to the mess hall, where she was told she could have anything and as much of it as she could eat.

"Don't let it go to waste, of course," the officer told her. Then, looking about for prying eyes, the young woman whispered, "take extras of the stuff you can stuff in your pockets, just don't tell anyone I told you to do it."

Angel did exactly what the woman suggested, taking extra bread rolls, two bananas, an apple -- she didn't like them but her mother did -- and a giant handful of sugar packets to go with the cup of coffee she didn't drink. When Angel finished the last scraps of her food, the young officer -- who had sat across from her -- swapped plates with her; the soldier had taken extra meat, eggs, and biscuits and now they were in front of Angel who looked for permission, got it, and dove into the second round, nearly finishing all of it before she thought she might throw it all up.

"Commander," the female soldier said when she escorted Angel back to his quarters and found the door open. She gestured the house keeper inside and said simply, "Your guest, sir."

 

[HornyDog2017]

It had only been 3 hours since he'd fallen asleep following Angel's departure, and yet at 0500 hours, Major Robert Thomas felt as alive and refreshed as ever. The orgasm he'd had at the imaginings of the petite local woman gyrating in his lap had been just what he needed to sleep through the night without interruption, and the delicious, erotic dream to which he'd awoken had led to morning wood that had Robert leaning over the bathroom sink, stroking himself hard and fast once again for good measure.

Robert grunted loudly as his cock pulsed hard, again and again, splattering his thick goo upon the porcelain bowl. As he recuperated from the waves of euphoria surging through him, he couldn't help but feel a bit foolish for twice masturbating in such a short time. He wasn't typically this obsessed with fantasies, though, to be honest, when he did enjoy such erotic thinking, it usually was to the image of a woman who was young like his new housekeeper.

He shaved, showered, and dressed in time to make a quick trip to the Officer's Mess for a tray of food he brought back to his office and the awaiting of the beautiful local girl who had so incredibly affected him so immediately.

"Commander," the female soldier escorting Angel called from the open door, "Your guest, sir."

Robert waved Angel inside, telling the enlisted woman, "Stick around, Corporal. I have a task for you."

The Major knew that by now the rumor mill had it that he'd fucked the little native hard and long before sending her off to sleep with the palace's other female residents. As he gestured Angel toward the storage room, he looked to the young woman in fatigues, gestured toward the immaculate room, and asked, "Did you ever imagine?"

The Corporal laughed freely, knowing she was laughing with her CO and not at him in this case. "No, sir. It no longer looks like part of the battle zone."

Richard feigned a look of disapproval, then smiled and laughed himself. "Yeah, you'd almost forget where we are after this little gal was let loose for a couple of hours."

"Eleven, sir," the Corporal corrected with a smile. "Eleven. I was on shift when Angel arrived yesterday and up playing cards when she finished."

Looking to Angel, who'd stopped to listen to the exchange, the enlisted soldier said, "We could use some tidying up in berthing, if you have an interest."

Robert looked to Angel, shrugged, and gave his approval with, "If you have the time and energy, you're free to branch out who you're working for, Angel. You're a good worker. And besides, after last night, I don't know that I have enough left to be done here to keep you busy."

Robert unlocked the storage room, stepped inside, and gestured Angel to follow. He swept a hand before the vast array of goods he'd stored up over his time in The Zoo, saying, "Tell me what you need. Keep picking until I say stop. And if I say stop before you think I should, say so. Like I said yesterday, I want to be fair."

As Angel began looking about, Robert exited the storage room to walk up closer to the Corporal. "Do me a favor. See if the Doc has time to come talk to me here. If she's busy, tell her no worries. I'll come to her instead."

The Corporal nodded her acknowledgment, turned, and hurried away. Robert returned to the storage room to find Angel already holding her first choice in her hands.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

"Stick around, Corporal. I have a task for you."

Angel wondered if maybe the Major was keeping the other female handy to further dismiss the rumors circulating that he'd already begun fucking his new maid. She followed him to the storage closet, only to be left alone there. If Angel was any other person, she probably would have begun stuffing her pockets full of little but valuable things that could be sold at the marketplace. But Angel had concluded that the Major was going to have her return to work more in the future; there was nothing to be gained by possibly getting caught stealing on her first day here.

While the Major was gone, Angel's eyes swept over the contents of the room. There were many boxes, crates, and bags that hid their contents, but still there was enough to make Angel's mouth water, figuratively and literally both. She wasn't sure where to start until she saw a large, dark-brown colored object. She moved closer, leaned in, sniffed at it, and picked it up. She'd never seen one in person, but she knew from pictures she'd seen what it was.

"May I have some of this?" she asked when Robert returned. "It is called pepperoni, yes?"

 

[HornyDog2017]

"Yes, you may have some of that," Robert said with a smile, seeing how Angel was almost enamored with her selection. He couldn't help himself in conjuring phallic thoughts regarding the young beauty holding the big log of meat and diverted his eyes a moment, knowing that even at his age and experience, he sometimes blushed still. "Yes, pepperoni. Here, let me see it."

He took it as she offered it out, pulled his Army regulation knife -- which he cleaned and sharpened on a regular basis -- and easily sliced an inch thick chunk off the end. Handing it back, he instructed, "Just pull back the covering on the end. You don't want to eat that."

Robert watched Angel investigate the heavily scented meat before taking a bite, and when she reacted he said with a wide smile, "Good, huh?"

He was tempted to hand her the entire log to take home but instead cut it in half. Robert -- along with many others who hired locals to do their bidding -- were sometimes conflicted in how to compensate said locals for their work. Back home, that chunk of meat was going for about $26; a qualified housekeeper who worked as hard as Angel had last night charged as much or more than that, depending on the community, the worker's immigration status, and the employer's willingness to chance charges for ignoring said status; and, of course, Angel had put in 11 hours yesterday, as opposed to the 4 upon which they'd initially agreed.

Be it as it may, this town wasn't Robert's hometown, and with the economy here like it was, he could pay Angel a pittance and she'd still go away happy, or at least content for the moment. So, did he pay her what she was worth back home or pay her what she could get here? Robert decided to go for something in between.

He found a bag with a pull tie, gestured Angel to put the pepperoni in it, handed it to her, and the waved a hand about the room as he said, "What else suits your fancy? I think we're what, maybe a quarter of the way there."

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Angel was a bit alarmed when Robert pulled a long, scary looking knife from the sheath on his hip. She quickly realized he was cutting off the end of the meat log to hand it to her. Nibbling it, her eyes opened wide. "Spicy!"

He told her how to open the layer wrapping it, and Angel set about eagerly eating it, even after having stuffed herself at breakfast. He cut the pepperoni in two equal pieces and handed her one half. Alone, without using it to spice up a more full meal, this chunk of meat would satisfy her family's protein needs for days, and that would have been more than enough compensation for the work she'd done.

But the Major wasn't done. He waved his hand and said, "What else suits your fancy? I think we're what, maybe a quarter of the way there."

Angel's eyes widened as she murmured, "What...? One fourth?"

The Major was serious, and Angel was shocked. He was offering her a small fortune for simple housework. Was this real? For sweeping, dusting, and washing? She hadn't yet even gotten to the laundry for which she'd actually been hired. Angel looked about herself at the stash that made her think of a pirate's hidden treasure, then looked back to the Major. She couldn't help but wonder if Robert wasn't preparing her for performing those very special services about which her mother had warned her.

She could have asked; she could have confronted him here and now, asking him if he was going to ask her to take her clothes off and do things to his body. Instead, Angel told herself If he does, he does. So be it. I have little other choice. I'll do what I have to do to help my family.

She looked to the goods surrounding her again and headed to one thing she'd seen earlier, a half filled case of American cigarettes, in which were also stored some cigars; they were Cuban, though, Angel wouldn't have known that. She asked, "You said I could take something to trade?"

Angel got her answer, and after he moved to the box, she got what he thought was due. Then, to her surprise, he said, "Halfway."

Angel's eyes began to gloss over, and after blinking away the impending tears she explained, "I'm sorry, sir, it's just ... it's just ... just that I want to say you are giving me too much, but ... but at the same time, my family is in such need that I don't dare say it."

The Major gestured her to continue. Angel smiled wide; she was in seventh heaven. She looked around, moved to one box or crate after another, and pulled out some candy from Europe, some water purification tablets from Japan, a bottle of hot sauce from Italy, and more.

After her last selection, a bag of mini Snickers bars with Hallowe'en artwork on the outside, the Major pulled the tie cord shut on the bag he'd been carrying for her. Angel was hesitant to take it for a moment, looking up into Robert's eyes, then away, then back again.

He made an inquiry of her, and after a bit of hesitation -- while looking down and speaking in a soft voice -- Angel said, "My mother warned me that if I came to work in the palace ... that I would be expected to remove my clothes and do ... things ... if I wanted to earn for my family."

She couldn't bring herself to look up at the Major, unsure of how he would respond.

 

[HornyDog2017]

"Spicy!"

Robert smiled and then laughed, seeing the young woman's face light up at the hot pepperoni oils filling her mouth. "Yeah, careful. Too much can upset your stomach."

That was an actual problem in The Zoo, of course. Much of the population had been living on the verge of starvation for the past few months, so when they did get food, they had to watch out for those items that weren't considered mild and easy on the stomach.

"You said I could take something to trade?" Angel asked when she found the tobacco products.

"Of course," Robert said, pulling open the flaps of the box. He pulled out a pair of packs of cigarettes, then pulled out two cigars. He ran one of them under his nose, informing her, "These are Cuban. Do you know what that means?"

He couldn't tell from her expression whether Angel did know or not, so he told her, "That means they are worth a lot of money to anyone who likes a good cigar. Don't let anyone swindle you out of what these are worth."

Again, Robert told himself that what he was giving her was -- at least here in the Zoo -- worth far more than the work she'd done for him. But as soon as he'd had that thought, his brain reminded him that out in the world beyond her war ravaged home, their value would be less relative to the surrounding economy.

"Halfway," he said, waving his hand again. She tried to explain her reluctance, saying he'd given her too much already but that at the same time her family needed it. He reassured her, "Angel, you earned this."

With reluctance initially but then with the joy of a kid in a candy store, she continued to pick a wide variety of items from Robert's stash. He laughed sometimes at the choices she made, wondering why in the world she would select this over that. She chose a Matchbox car with which Robert had planned on treating some deprived child, then explained she had a young neighbor who she owed; she tossed into the bag a pair of sunglasses she said were for a neighbor with a light sensitivity; and continuing with the child-benefiting theme, she asked to take a Crayola 32 crayon box and was surprised when she found a coloring book of world landmarks.

Robert could have let her go on all day long, but he knew he had to set a precedent about valuing her work. He cinched the bag up and offered it out to Angel, but she didn't take it.

"My mother warned me that if I came to work in the palace..." she said with a reluctant, meek voice, "...that I would be expected to remove my clothes and do ... things ... if I wanted to earn for my family."

Robert had wondered whether or not this would come up. Although it was against regulations, he knew that close to half of the local women working within the palace walls were regularly performing sexual acts for the Nine's men and even some of its women; Robert himself had once caught a female Sergeant in a storage room with her dungarees around her ankles and a local woman's face in her crotch.

Even though he understood the needs the enlisted woman and the sexual serving local had, Robert had had to punish them both to prevent the palace from becoming a free sex zone: the sergeant had been demoted a rank and fined 3 months salary, and the local woman had been deprived further entry into the palace. The punishment had been harsh but necessary, and it had been public as well, otherwise it wouldn't have had its intended effect. Privately, though -- particularly after he'd learned that the two women were secretly lovers, not patron and client -- Robert had initiated a performance bonus for the now-Corporal that replaced half of her lost income, had transferred her to Patrol, which enabled her to see her girlfriend, and had had his bodyguard secretly deliver a couple of cases to the banished woman's home to make up for the legitimate income she'd been earning within the walls.

"I would never do that to you, Angel," Robert reassured the young woman, even as his cock was twitching at the description she'd given. "You are here to do the work for which you have shown a great aptitude."

He smiled and chuckled as he looked about, clarifying, "If there was an Olympic medal for domestic home care, you'd get the gold."

Getting more serious again, Robert said, "I want to reassure you, Angel ... you will never be asked to do anything within the walls of the palace that you do not wish to do by me or by anyone under my command, and -- actually -- you're not allowed to engage in any sort of intimate acts within the palace's walls anyway. So, if anyone seems to imply to you that they want ... that they would like to engage in sexual activities with you, you say no, and you come straight to me or my ADC ... my Aide-de-camp ... you met him earlier, Thomas. Understand?"

Robert found it very ironic that at the same time he was telling Angel she wouldn't be having sex here with his people -- and particularly with him -- his cock was at full attention and giving him grief because of the way it was awkwardly laying within his boxers.

"Now, come with me," he said as he caught motion at the opened entrance to his quarters. They went back into the other room where they found a woman in medical whites, awaiting their arrival. "Angel, this is Doctor Samantha Davis. She is not Army, but she works here anyway, for reasons about which I ask often but am yet to get a logical answer. She's a civilian, which is better."

"Damn right it's better," the woman who normally went by Doc Davis or simply Sam. She looked to Angel and said, "I hear you have sick parents. Do you think they are able to come in so that I can give them a checkup."

Robert instantly saw the confusion in the young woman's face and explained, "When my ADC invited you inside, he ran your ID and learned of your parents."

That seemed to surprise Angel even more. Robert smiled and chuckled lightly, saying, "This place might be appropriately named The Zoo, but you would be surprised at what kind of information we have on the town and its residents."

"You could bring them with you tomorrow in the morning, Angel," Sam continued as if it was a done deal. "I see locals for a variety of reasons every Tuesday and Friday. Maybe about oh-nine-hundred?"

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Although she hadn't known how to identify a genuine Cuban cigar, Angel knew very well that a good one was worth its weight in gold -- well, silver maybe -- no matter where in the world one was. Just one of these could fetch her several days worth of nutritional food and clean, healthy water out in the Zoo, assuming there was any to be had.

Of course, the irony was that the only people out there in the city who could afford such a cigar were the black market bosses and militia leaders who were, for the most part, enemies of the Nine Corps. Angel knew some men who might just trade her some valuable resources for the tobacco item that was as much status symbol as good smoke, but she would have to be careful about her dealings with them.

"I would never do that to you, Angel," Robert reassured Angel when she spoke about her expectations of having to become someone's lover.

He took her out to meet the palace's doctor, revealing that he'd checked up on her. Angel wasn't sure how to feel about that. She knew that Intelligence gathering was vital in a place like her community, but she'd never thought that anyone would have a need to know about her and her parents. They were simple people with no connection to the local militias or -- until today -- the Nine Corps.

"You could bring them with you tomorrow in the morning, Angel," the doctor said, explaining that she saw locals twice a week.

"I will, Doctor Sam," Angel said with a joyous tone. Neither of her parents had had medical attention in months. "You don't know how much this means to me."

Angel had been slowly building a desire to clutch her arms around the Major in appreciation for what he'd done to her, but she'd thought it might be very inappropriate. She saw a roundabout way of making it happen now, though; she surged forth and hugged the slightly taller doctor first, thanking her, then turned and did the same to the much taller man. Angel held tightly around Robert's torso for many seconds, then finally pulled back, said her thank yous to both again, got her bag, and turned to hurry out.

 

[HornyDog2017]

Robert was unprepared for the bear hug from the young woman, tilting against the slam of her and nearly needing to take a step back. He didn't immediately reciprocate with his own arms, but when he did they only just barely held her petite form. "You're very welcome, Angel. Now, get home to your parents and let them know all is well."

When she finally pulled back, Robert said told her to look for him after her parents saw the doctor. "I'd like to meet them, if that is something you would like, too. They raised a fine young woman."

They made their final farewells, and as Angel was heading out of his quarters, Robert ordered one of his bodyguards to have one of the Transport Teams take the girl home. "Just to make sure that you and your little treasure bag there make it safely, Angel."

He bid her farewell, then did the same with the doctor. But Sam stepped back into his quarters behind him and asked, "Can we have a word...?"

(OOC: Take over from here as we discussed in PM.)

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Doctor Samantha Davis watched the interaction between the two, specifically the reaction Major Thomas had to the young woman addressing him in what many might see as too intimate a fashion. Honestly, Sam was a bit jealous; she'd fallen in lust with Robert the very day they'd met, though, the reasons for her feelings weren't entirely certain.

The day she'd arrived -- 4 months ago tomorrow -- a militia group controlling a major section of the south end of the city launched a mortar attack on the palace grounds, hoping to do some damage to the newly arrived convoy of personnel, equipment, and supplies.

Before she knew what was happening, Sam was in the arms of a uniformed man who rushed her to safety and then shielded her from danger as shrapnel bounced off buildings and vehicles for almost three solid minutes. Scared out of her mind and instinctively following the instructions she'd received in her pre-deployment training, Sam had curled up into as small a fetal position as possible and then squished herself in as tightly to the body armor wearing man as physically possible.

When it finally ended and the arms wrapped around her loosened enough for her to look up into the man's face, Sam found Major Robert Thomas looking at her with a smile as he said with a slight chuckle, "Welcome to the Zoo."

She'd wanted him ever since.

"You're very welcome, Angel," the Commander of Nine Corps said. "Now, get home to your parents and let them know all is well."

The two of them spoke about him meeting Angel's parents, and the young woman blushed and said, "I'd like you to meet them, too, sir."

Robert thanked Sam for her vow of medical assistance and dismissed her, but as he returned to the interior of his quarters, she stepped inside and asked, "Can we have a word...?"

He gestured her inside, and Sam did something she'd never done before on her random but not infrequent visits to his home away from home: she closed the door behind her.

"I just wanted to update you on some of the issues in the infirmary, if you have the time," she began, not wanting to get directly to the real issue for being here. She listed some of the supply and staffing issues, and they spoke on them either at length or sparingly, depending mostly upon whether Robert could do anything about them. Finally, when she had nothing more with which to delay the prime topic, Sam asked very bluntly, "Commander ... Robert ... you may think this out of line but I'd like to know if you'd like to have dinner with me one night soon."

She hesitated, giving him a moment to wonder whether she was speaking about a working dinner, possibly even with other in attendance, or...

"Just the two of us," she clarified in a serious tone, "maybe here ... with a bottle of wine."

Sam went silent at just the right moment as her voice had been about to crack with anxiety and she felt a trembling beginning inside her torso and all the way out to her fingers. There was nothing wrong with the two of them having dinner or seeing each other socially or more intimately or just plain fucking the other's brains out as he was Army and she was not; Samantha Davis was a member of the International Medical Volunteers Organization, which worked with the Army but certainly not for it.

She could have walked into his quarters that day he'd saved her life, stripped, fucked him, and left to tend to the other injured and still been well within the guidelines of her service contract here at the palace. Sam hadn't, obviously, but only because she'd had to work up her nerve. It had taken four months.

In total truth, the only reason she'd gotten up the nerve to do this now was that she'd heard the Major had a sexy little thing in his quarters late into the morning, a possible competitor for his affections. Sam hadn't believed that Robert had actually fucked this girl her first day of working in his personal space, of course, but after seeing Angel this morning and realizing that even she would eagerly get naked with the sexy little tart, Sam knew if she didn't say something today, she likely wouldn't get the chance to ever do so.

She forced herself to maintain her locked gaze with the tall, rugged, handsome man as she barely got out, "So ... whaddaya think?"

 

[HornyDog2017]

Robert had been meeting with the doctor ever more often after the supply shipments were cut dramatically and the shortages of medical supplies began affecting both her work and his, so her coming to him like this wasn't at all a surprise.

Her closing the door behind her was, however; he expected some bad news about some heath care related situation in the infirmary. He didn't expect her to ask him to dinner, and he most definitely didn't expect her to suggest they put a little fine alcohol into their blood streams.

"So ... whaddaya think?"

Robert wasn't easily surprised. If he had been, he wouldn't have survived so long in a place of frequent and often spontaneous violence like the Zoo. But this! This came at him out of deep left field. He began to answer, stopped to clear his throat, and -- surprising himself -- said, "I'd like that, Doctor."

Then, remembering how she'd addressed him, he said with a polite smile and a friendly tone, "Samantha. Yes. I think dinner with you would be nice. And I have a bottle of wine that might do, unless you have one of your own that you'd like to uncork."

Robert smiled, then chuckled a bit, explaining, "I don't think I've ever used the word uncork in my life, except maybe to describe how my mother used to go nuclear when I tracked farm mud in onto her clean kitchen floors."

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Angel didn't understand what the Major had meant by a Transport Team but she soon found out. She was led to a concrete building on the palace grounds in which several HumVees, the equipment and tools needed to keep them running, and the men and women who drove them and manned their weapons were located. She had a flak vest and helmet put on her; she was boarded up in the back seat between two big, brawny men with assault rifles and chests full of magazines and grenades; and she was shot out of the palace grounds in this vehicle as another one lead the way.

Angel was simultaneously scared to death and giddy as hell. The Nine Corps' vehicles were often the target of spontaneous gun fire at times because of what some of the locals -- members and friends of the local militias, mostly -- thought was the organization's dropping of the ball in regards to aiding the deprived people under their watch.

On the other hand, Angel couldn't help but feel very special for deserving such a benefit as an armed escort home. Of course, she didn't know that these Transport Teams doubled as patrols of the Nine's controlled territory, so even if she hadn't needed a ride home, they would have been heading out into the city anyway.

The vehicle drivers had been given Angel's address and had already mapped out a route through the safest city streets, yet the woman at the wheel made Angel feel special by having her give directions into the headset that was part of her helmet. They were almost halfway there when she looked up to the male soldier next to her, smiled shyly, and said, "I've never talked into a radio before."

"I'm sure you'll be doing a lot of things you've never done before," the man said without hesitating, giving a quick, knowing glance to Angel's face before looking down to her bosom.

There was laughter from the other male in the HumVee, but the female driver glanced at first one of her male collegues, then the other, and snapped, "Knock it the fuck off! She works for the Commander."

Angel realized suddenly that the man had meant she was going to be learning how to perform a variety of sexual acts for the Major. She dropped her eyes to her hands, which were clutching the bag on her lap, and felt her eyes begin to water over. The ride suddenly became less of a treat, and while she occasionally glanced up to give the unnecessary directions, Angel was out of the stopped vehicle and into her home without ever meeting the gazes of any of the soldiers again.

Inside, her mother hurried over to her with an array of questions revealing her worry and panic for her daughter's safety. After begin hugged and kissed and peppered with inquiries about the previous day's happenings, Angel got right to the answer she knew her mother was truly wanted, saying in a soft voice, "No one tried to have sex with me, mama. I'm still a virgin."

That wasn't true in the literal sense of the word, of course, but Angel's mother didn't know that she'd been raped at 14 by members of the previous occupying force. Angel went to her father's room, hugged and kissed him as well, and held out one of the cigars Robert had given her. The man beamed with delight, took it, and slid it under his nose.

"The Major did that, too!" Angel said with a joyous tone. "He says it's Cuban and worth a lot. I told him I would trade it for something, but Papa, I want you to have it."

They argued back and force about the proper way to maximize the worth of the cigar, but ultimately Angel lit the end of a piece of kindling from the flames in her mother's cooking stove and told her father, "I'm going to light that for you or I'm going to light your bed with you in it, choose."

And he chose, not to burn up in his bed. As he puffed on the stogey, Angel and her mother delved into the bag of compensation, deciding what to keep and what to trade. Her mother's joy at all Angel had brought home was unmistakable, and repeatedly -- when the older woman shot her a suspicious look -- Angel had to repeat to her that all she'd done was clean the man's home.

Dragging her mother to the bedroom again, Angel told them, "Tomorrow, we are going to the palace together. The doctor there is going to look at your back, Papa, and she'd going to listen to your heart, mama. She's going to take care of both of you."

They talked about this turn of events for several minutes while they all greatly enjoyed slices of pepperoni and swiss cheese and shared a plastic bottle of American brand orange juice. And Angel smiled a lot at the pure joy she was seeing in the faces of her parents.

***********​

"I'd like that, Doctor," the Major said in response to Sam's invitation to have dinner with him. He made it a bit personal, as Sam had by using his given name, but continuing, "Samantha. Yes. I think dinner with you would be nice. And I have a bottle of wine that might do, unless you have one of your own that you'd like to uncork."

She laughed. "Yeah, I was sort of hoping you would have one. I did have a nice one, but I got lonely and depressed after a surgery the other day and finished it off with the nurses."

Robert made a joke about the word uncork, and Sam informed him, "I'm a friend of the wine industry, so, I'll be happy to handle that portion of the dinner. I have a friend, a local ... she's a wonderful cook. Can I send her hear early to prepare the meal. I'll help of course ... I mean ... if that's alright."

They concluded their plans and Sam turned to leave, but she stopped short at the door, remembering what had led her to make this leap at this time. She hesitantly said, "This new girl ... Angel ... she really did a job on your place, Major."

She waited for a response if he had one, then added, "She's kind of cute, too. Sweet ... innocent I guess. I mean, if a girl can reach her age in this fuck-- Sorry, sir. In this Zoo."

Again, Sam hesitated to see if Robert had a reaction. She smiled to him again, opened the door, made a formal farewell to show her deference to his rank and position here, and headed away. She would have been smiling wide with joy if it wasn't for feeling that perhaps she was too late, that this local girl's charms and delicious body had already paved a path to the Commander's bed.

 

[HornyDog2017]

"This new girl ... Angel..."

Robert tried to contain the emotion of dread that suddenly came to life within him. He'd been expecting some sort of conversation about the teen who'd spend almost half a day in his quarters with only the occasional checking-in by his guards.

The Doctor continued, "...she really did a job on your place, Major."

He couldn't help but laugh, recalling that the Doctor had been here often and, just as often, given the mess he called him home a survey and a shake of her head. "Yeah, it, um, it was edging slowly toward Superfund Cleanup status."

"She's kind of cute, too," Sam said, switching from Angel's work to Angel herself. "Sweet ... innocent I guess. I mean, if a girl can reach her age in this fuck-- Sorry, sir. In this Zoo."

"Profanity Doctor?" he teased playfully. He'd heard if from her before, during times of stress in the infirmary's operating room after attacks out in the Zoo. But he doubted she'd been aware of his presence while she herself was working furiously to save some soldier or civilian's limb or life. Regarding Angel, Robert agreed, "It's hard for anyone out there in that mayhem to remain innocent, particularly, I would imagine, a young woman who looks like that."

He realized that he'd unambiguously referred to Angel as a beauty, and looking to the Doctor he could see that she'd interpreted it as his being a regular old horny type of guy, not unlike any of the other male soldiers and officers who'd caught sight of Angel during her visit. Robert chuckled, saying, "She's a beautiful girl, Sam, but ... she's just a girl."

She headed away, and Robert considered what he'd just said and how he'd said it. He didn't want Sam to think he was trying to lay the young local girl. And while he was trying to tell himself that he honestly didn't, he couldn't help but remember that he'd picked her from the bench of potential workers because he'd been fantasizing holding the petite thing in his arms against the wall of his quarters, his arms under her thighs, his hands on he ass, and his cock ramming repeatedly hard and deep into her tight, virginal pussy.

Robert tried to shake the vision of Angel crying out in pained pleasure and instead began to envision Doctor Davis in very much the same position. This dinner invitation had taken him entirely off guard. Oh, it wasn't as if he hadn't thought of having sex with the incredibly beautiful young medical care provider before. He had; he most definitely had.

But as CO of the Nine, he was her superior, in a way. Sure, she wasn't directly in his chain of command as she wasn't military at all. But he still had a position of power and control over her. Whether she realized it or not, Sam was in a place of vulnerability, not just to Robert but to so many other dangers, most obvious amongst them the hundreds of men who worked all about her and who, for the most part, hadn't put their cocks in a woman like her in months -- taking into account their last deployment location -- possibly years.

This had definitely been a day to remember for Robert. He'd met and hired on a beautiful young woman who'd actually believed she was coming here yesterday to become his sexual play thing. Then, he'd been invited to food and wine with one of the most beautiful woman in the palace, a meal that was to take place in his quarters. Robert smiled as he returned to some paperwork thinking, Life is looking up.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Angel hadn't felt so confident about her life and her future as she did when she and her parents arrived at the outer perimeter of Nine Corps' Green Zone and found that the three of them had been put on a list for approved entry. Her parents were pleasantly surprised to say the least, hugging and kissing her and thanking the perimeter guards profusely before finally continuing inside with the two women skillfully operating their assigned side of the wheelchair in which Angel's father rode.

They passed through three more check points before entering the palace and were stopped and then permitted pass by at two more security points within the building. Finally, they found themselves in a line of city residents who'd also been approved for seeing the Nine's medical staff for any of a number of reasons.

Sam caught sight of the young domestic as she was escorting a previous patient to the pharmacy and shared a smile with her. It irked her that someone could look that sexy without seeming to even try. Angel wore no makeup and her hair -- which had had fingers run through it but no more attention than that -- was a wild sort of sexy; she looked like she'd just emerged from a Maybelline photo shoot, and yet Sam just knew that the girl likely got out of bed looking like that each morning.

When it was the family's turn, Sam attended to Angel's father while Sam's Chief Medic did the same for the girl's mother. After a long series of questions and an exam that included x-rays, the doctor told Angel, "I would like to do some more tests on your father tomorrow."

She spoke in length about the damage she suspected in the man's spine and a pair of ribs, as well as some treatment and care options for here at the Infirmary and at home. After the Medic presented his report, Sam told Angel, "Your mother needs blood taken and tested, but I suspect that she simply needs a more balanced diet. I'm going to give you some supplements, and you have to make sure she takes them, but for the most part, we just need to see to it that you have access to better food."

What Sam meant by that, of course, was that Angel needed to keep working for Robert and earning a bag full of good food every couple of days. They got Angel's father back into his wheelchair, but before the women wheeled him out, Sam whispered to the younger woman, "May I speak with you a moment, away from your parents."

As the Medic pushed her father back out into the hall and her mother headed down a couple of doors to the pharmacy with a prescription from the doctor, Angel followed Sam to the back exam table. Alone together, Sam asked with a serious tone, "Are you in need of birth control, Angel?"

Angel's eyes widened and her face flushed white.

"It's okay, it's alright, Angel," Sam whispered in a reassuring voice. "This is between you and me. I'm your doctor now, so, whatever we talk about stays between you and me. I can't speak of it to anyone, not to your parents, not to the Major, not to anyone but you."

Sam was looking for Angel's reaction to the mentioning of Robert Thomas, but the girl's face was already do overwhelmed by shock that there really hadn't been room for any more of it. She continued, "I'm not trying to talk you into anything, Angel. But, if you need it ... now or later, no matter. It's available to you simply for the asking. Even if you feel you don't need it now but might in the near future. Even if you don't think you'll need it at all, ever, but want to be safe."

Sam opened a cabinet with a little key and removed a serum bottle. Displaying it before the girl she explained, "I take some blood to make sure you aren't allergic to any of the ingredients, then ... it's just a shot every three months. Simple, safe, 99% effective."

She put the bottle back, locked the cabinet again, and took the girl's hands into hers as she promised, "When you are ready, you come to me. Promise me that if you think for even a moment you need protection, you'll come to me."

Angel nodded lightly, then said, "I will. I have to go now. I have work today, and I have to get my parents home."

Sam went with Angel to the hall to bid her farewells to the parents, then waved in the next patient, watching the trio closely as they departed.

 

[HornyDog2017]

Robert was in his office when Angel knocked two doors away. He waved her in, stood, and met her at the door through which, as instructed, she was never to enter. "It's nice to see you again, Angel. Guess you didn't get enough the other day in your marathon eleven hour cleaning session?"

He asked about her parents and expressed his happiness that they'd had a good experience at the infirmary. It didn't go unnoticed by him that he was speaking to one woman he desperately wanted to fuck but shouldn't about a second woman he desperately wanted to fuck but shouldn't.

"So, I don't know what else there is for you to do, Angel," Robert said, looking around the still immaculate home. They talked a bit and concluded that his laundry was priority number one, something she would take to one of the outbuildings on the grounds of the palace. "While you're waiting for the loads to finish, why don't you go catch a meal in the Mess. Without me, you'll have to use the Enlisted Mess."

They got her set up to do her work, and Robert went back to his.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

"It's nice to see you again, Angel," the Major said as he moved to greet her.

"It's nice to see you again, too, sir," she said, suddenly feeling a bit shy.

"Guess you didn't get enough the other day in your marathon eleven hour cleaning session?"

"Cleaning is like the decathlon, sir," she responded with a smile. "You finish one event and another one soon follows."

She noticed the curious expression on the officers face and explained, "The Summer Olympics were held here when I was a little girl, before the country collapsed. It was the last one, wasn't it ... ever? My papa liked the decathlon. He said always, 'A jack of all trades is a master of none, but often times better than a master of one.' A decathlon man ... a decathlete...? He said they are that jack of all trades, and he respected them with all his heart."

They chatted a moment about the Olympics, her father, and the house work yet to be done, after which Angel got his laundry together and directions to the appropriate building. She got three loads going -- whites, heavy uniforms, and everything else -- then headed for the Enlisted Mess. The guard outside stopped her for her ID and the pass she'd received earlier, but as he was questioning her, Claire Roosevelt-- the young female Corporal she'd met earlier -- came up and vouched for Angel.

They headed inside and started through the line, and -- like the Lieutenant the day before -- Claire whispered, "Take pocket food to take home. No one'll say anything 'cause of who you are."

Angel didn't respond verbally then, but when they got to a table that was otherwise empty, she asked in barely more than a whisper, "Who am I?"

When the enlisted woman didn't seem to understand, Angel asked, "Who do people think I am?"

Claire didn't answer right away, instead taking a huge bite of her Hoagie for a legitimate reason to consider her words. When she finally cleared her mouth and swallowed a big gulp of milk-cooled coffee, she asked in that same low volume, "Aren't you the Commander's new girlfriend?"

Angel's eyes grew huge and her face exploded in a fireball of a blush. She looked around and found what seemed like an enormity of eye balls looking at her; in reality, regardless of what others thought she was or wasn't, she would have had that many eyes ogling her anyway.

"I am not the Major's girlfriend," Angel growled in a low whisper. "I am just his maid."

"Okay, okay, you're just his maid," Claire said, not sounding convinced. "Doesn't matter, really. You can still fill your pockets with food to take home and no one's gonna say anything. You just show them your pass with its little gold oak leaf in the upper corner and you're untouchable."

Claire laughed at that last word, and when Angel looked to her for an explanation, the Corporal leaned over her tray and said quietly, "Most of the guys in the palace would love it if you weren't untouchable to them. Some of the girls, too."

Angel looked around again, realizing that she was getting as much attention from the females as she was the males. She asked in a whisper, "Why are their staring at me ... the girls?"

Very quietly again, Claire answered, "Because they'd like to be your girlfriend..."

And after looking about to ensure no one else could hear, the Corporal added with a wide smile, "...like I would."

Again, Angel's eyes grew large in shock. But Claire laughed it off and said, "Don't worry about it, sweetie. You're safe here. No one's gonna touch you, male or female, so long as they think you're the Major's. So, if I was you, I'd just let people think it. But, if ever you decide you want some personal time with someone packing the same equipment as you, you know where to find me."

Claire returned to eating her meal, smiling in between bites to Angel. They finished their meal in silence, and after Angel had inconspicuously filled her pockets with a banana, an apple, and a roll into which she stuffed a pad of butter, she excused herself to go move the Major's laundry over to the dryers.

Angel finished that and made her way quickly to Robert's quarters, desperate to be away from the ogling. She found the office door closed and a man wearing a Sergeant's chevrons sitting on a stool outside it. He explained that the Major was in a meeting, then turned on a radio to provide a bit of white noise to cover up the conversation taking place beyond the door.

Angel set about performing some more deep cleaning, as well as doing Robert's dishes. She found what she described to the Sergeant as a million gazillion staples stuck in the nap of the rug in front of Robert's couch, where he apparently unhooked pages from one another and then just let the little fasteners fall. She set about pulling them from the synthetic threads and was still down there when a handful of officers began emerging from the Major's office.

Each one of them checked out her tight little ass, smiled, and looked to another man to see if he'd enjoyed the view as well. She finally sat back on her haunches, thinking that would cease the ogling, but then the last couple of men simply put their attention on her tight little bosom instead. Men, she thought. Rank, race, nationality, don't matter. They're all just dogs.

When the Major emerged, Angel popped tall as if one of his soldiers, updating him, "Your laundry will be done in about five minutes, sir. I was just removing some staples from the carpet while I waited."