Die Rittern (Ensigns) - Part Two

Story by Pulse

Decided to change the name of the story. But anyhow, here is part two.

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Includes futa-on-futa, futa-on-female, hard cumshots, groupsex, roughness, and rape

Jana grunted to herself as she, flanked by the other ensigns Nova and Quinne, approached their cabin. Penny hadn't been out on patrol. Penny had been in the cabin, likely with some slave. They could hear her grunts from out here. Jana sighed and used her forearm to clear the sweat from her forehead. The heat was getting to everybody today. Not that it wasn't always hot. After three weeks in this jungle outpost, she knew it would be hot every day. She guessed she just noticed it more because she was delaying, wondering if it would be worth it to burst in on Penny.

The fatigues that had been found for them were incredibly flattering. The camoflauge-pattern was raised just a nails-depth over their skin, cut deeply to show off a tremendous amount of titflesh; the outer edges of Jana's areolae were visible. Jana wore her uniform over her belly, but Quinne had cut hers off under her breasts, leaving her slim and lightly-tanned tummy bare to the humidity; it was slick with sweat that she let glisten on her skin. Their shorts were altogether too short, tight over their held-back packages in the front, tight over their rounded, grippable rumps, cut just under their asscheeks “for mobility.” Knee-high black boots helped them trudge over the soft soil and each of them had a black assault rifle slung over their shoulder. Nova's black hair was pulled away from her face by way of a camoflauge headband; this was where she wore her nametag, too, and nobody had given her shit for it yet.

“Open the damn door,” redheaded Quinne asked. Her hair was cut short, spiky short, and she planted her fists on her hips and leaned to the side just a little bit, just enough to get Jana to notice her hips. “The hell is Penny doing in there?”

“You know what she's doing,” Nova laughed.

“I mean, I know what she's doing,” Quinne said, rolling her eyes and kicking Nova's thigh gently.

“I'm opening it!” Jana said, doing just that. The door's slight creak didn't deter her as she pushed it in and stepped inside, boots slamming heavily on the wooden floor. The cabin was large enough to house the four sheetless beds and then some, large enough to give the ensigns some room to live and to fuck. Good accomodations were some of the perks of being the cream of the empire's crop.

Of course, she found Penny doing exactly what they thought. Penny's top was unbuttoned, letting her creamy tits rise and fall with every movement, her nipples thick and fat and rolling with sweat. Her shorts had been discarded and her ass flexed powerfully every time she planted herself deep in the mewling slavewhore's pussy. Jana could see Penny's thick meat every time she pulled backwards just a tad before jamming it deep inside again. The slave's hair, plumage of gold, fanned out over the bare mattress as she fought to get a good grip on something.

“C'mere, you little bitch!” Penny snarled, reaching forward and catching the slave by the throat, jerking her back until the slave's back was pressed up against Penny's heaving swells. Penny didn't stop pumping her hips as she slapped her other hand against the slave's cute, smallish breasts, her thumb quickly finding a nipple to flick against. They grunted together, Penny's eyes closing, the slave's hips pushing backwards, accepting more of that gigantic member deep inside.

“Penny.”

“What!?” Penny whipped her head around to turn searing eyes on Jana, but Jana was prepared. She knew the look she was going to get from Penny. She didn't even swallow.

“Penny, there's an alert out,” Jana said. “Didn't you hear?”

“Too busy fucking this trash-heap,” Nova quipped.

“Guerrillas in the jungle,” Jana continued. “We were supposed to take a patrol.”

“We just got back,” Quinne said.

The slaveslut reached backwards, slipping an arm around Penny's neck. Nova had popped open the button on her shorts and stuck her hand inside, sucking in her lower lip and biting hard. Penny spanked the whore's breast hard, eliciting a wanton moan and a wriggle of hips. “Shut up, I'm trying to cum,” Penny snarled, using her other hand to push the girl forward by the thigh, throwing her into a doggystyle position again. Her hands swam over the slut's back until she brought them down and clutched those hips, pounding forward again.

Jana remembered how satisfied she had been when she spied four lieutenants gangfucking—gangraping—Penny aboard the Holmes. How amazing it had been to see her throat filled with a big, thick cock, bigger than Penny's. To see her face covered in cum. And what could Penny say? “Sir, yes sir! May I have another?” They made her say it while she gargled on their jizz. That was exactly what Penny deserved. Jana found herself wishing for that again as she watched Penny fuck her

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