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tw heavy dubcon, I might have tripped and fallen into noncon at the end there too oopsie. female reader. a bit of everything in there tbh for you sickos xoxo
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Trying to have an active love life in your job was tough. You could get whisked away any moment on your next mission and who knows when or if you'll be back. You'd entertained the fantasy of the two and a half kids and a white picket fence in your future for a while, but in the end no one could ever mesh with your unpredictable career. So, backed into a corner, turning to sleezy dating app hookups was your only option to feel that connection. Even if only just for the night.
It worked. The cute soldier girl with the stompy boots and a big gun scratched an itch for these men you didn't know existed outside of fiction; and the feeling of being this desirable, well that was the best part. Every swipe being a match boosted your ego like crazy, not to mention the constant messages blowing up your phone most evenings.
So it makes sense that it got to your head a little. This evening's match, just like the others, was simping hard and he was very vocal about how hard even the mirror selfie of you in your gear, covered head to toe mind you, made him. Flattery does infact get you places. That's perhaps why you found yourself filming a little treat for him; legs spread on your bunk, braless in your military issued tank top, slipping your lacy thong to one side and fingering yourself for him.
Satisfied with your magnum opus you pulled on your cargos and head out to the shared rec. room down the hall, throwing yourself lazily in one of the armchairs closest to you. Two of your teammates were already sitting on the sofas, enjoying their downtime after a hard day of training. The two older men looked at you, at the phone held inches from your face, then back to eachother and chuckled. That phone was practically glued to your hands the second a rifle wasn't in it - something they delighted in poking fun at you for.
The three of you had become unlikely friends since you'd joined the team only a handful of months ago. Soap had tried to hit on you in a bar just outside the base the night Price had selected you for the taskforce, something you loved to embarrass him with when he tried to take jabs at you.
Ghost came with the package, him and soap being practically joined at the hip. Suprisingly though, the battle-hardened, stoïc man in the scary wask was basically your bestie. You were an unlikely pair, almost comedically so, like a scary antihero and his cute sidekick. Something about your bubbly personality softened that gruff man. One time on a mission you'd gotten bored during a stakeout and braided a friendship bracelet for him out of twine, which soap had ripped the piss out of you both for. I suppose it was pretty funny, a man like him wearing friendship jewellery like a school girl but you knew it meant something to him.
You'd all text eachother all the time, even when your bunks were only down the hall from eachother; you even set up a groupchat for the three of you which confused the two older men more than the complext military equipment they handled on a daily basis: another thing you loved to tease them for.
That's why it was so easy to text your little video to the wrong number. You pressed send so confidently, proudly smirking to yourself as you turn off your phone and kick your feet up on the coffee table.
Only a second later there were two buzzing noises across from you. Your ears pricked up at the sound and your heart dropped into your stomach. Coincidence surely? It's probably Gaz texting them both something work related.
Soap reached into his pocket to investigate, furrowing his brows at the name on the screen. He opened the chat and his eyes threaten to pop out of his head. Slack jawed he turned to Ghost who reached for his own phone on the table. Ghost too opened the chat, looking for just a second then instantly turning off his phone and puting it down. A red blush crept over his cheeks under his balaclava.
Now you're panicking. You frantically grab your phone and open your messages, confirming your fear. There you are. Knuckle deep in your cunt. In the group chat.
Soap had the video still playing, it must have looped 3 times by now, just staring in complete disbelief at the sight on his screen. You move faster than you've ever moved in your life, pushing the heavy armchair back as you stand and lunge at the Scottish man.
He's been in the game longer than you, his reflexes are almost cat-like. He held the phone high in the air above your head while you tried your hardest to disarm the tree trunk of a man holding the evidence of your shame captive. Even with the best training in the world the odds were stacked against you, this is not a fight you'd be able to win. Soap by this point couldn't control his laughter, your error and now your fruitless attempt to overpower him being the funniest thing in the world to him.
Ghost sat there with a thousand yard stare, still processing the shock of what he'd just seen. He felt shameful for having seen you vulnerable like that, his colleague and his friend, but worse still he felt shameful for having liked it. Even just the few seconds he saw were burned into his mind and playing on repeat, fuck he'd never be able to look at you again.
"Soap give me your phone right now or I swear to god I'll kill you! I'll fucking kill you Soap and I'll make it look like an accident!" You're screaming as you beat on his chest and keep reaching for the phone in vain. Ghost snaped out of his trance and tried to diffuse the grenade about to explode infront of him.
"And don't think you're safe either Si! Phones to me right now or next mission I'll 'mistake you for the enemy' and take you both out!" Ghost took half a step back, not wanting to be caught in the blast radius, hands up in surrender.
"And I'll get away with it too, you think I can't pull the puppy dog eyes on the captain?" And, on cue, none other than Price walks through the door.
You all freeze like deer caught in headlights, as if not moving will somehow trick the captain like he's a damn t rex in a movie. Gaz trotted in behind him, still yapping about whatever reports they'd been discussing before walking in on the crime scene. Now he too stood wide-eyed in the doorway trying to make sense of the calamity before him.
"Is there a problem here?" Price's commanding voice reverberated in the silent room.
Snapping out of his daze Soap looked down at you, phone still held out of your reach, shooting you a smug smirk before tossing his phone to the captain. You're all teammates, the captain might get a good laugh out of this too.
Why not? Sure. Might as well get the boss involved too. Hell why not take Soap's phone on a tour around the base. Could even project the video onto the front of the building. Fuck.
Your heart beats out of your chest as Price looks at you then opens the phone. Gaz peers over his shoulder before quickly turning to inspect whatever dumb poster was on the wall behind him. Somehow in the whole mess the video unmuted, now your pornographic moans and the most filthy squelching sounds echoed in the silence.
Price's face showed nothing. No emotion at all, not even shock. He kept staring at the video a second longer than felt appropriate before finally turning it off. The tension in the room could be cut with a knife.
He took a few paces into the room, slowly taking off his jacket and throwing it over the back of the armchair that he then sits down in calmly, still not giving away his thoughts. He reached forward for a small wooden box he kept on the coffee table and produces a cigar, placing it gently between his lips, lighting it and taking a long drag.
Everyone felt his commanding presence. This man was responsible for whipping the lot of you into shape, a man who's aura oozed quiet dominance and commanded respect, always. Ghost and Soap, ever the good soldiers, came to and stood to attention, showing deference to the man about to decide their fates. You stood frozen in place, paralysed with fear.
Every detail of the scenario was humiliating and terrifying. First off it looked like you've been fraternising with the team, 'the new recruit, meant to be on best behaviour, has come here and started driving a wedge in his precious team' he must be thinking. Second was the HR nightmare you'd all have to go through for distributing indecent images amongst yourselves - of yourselves; it'll be a pretty penny putting everyone on training courses and they'll be dull too. Horrible corporate powerpoints about dignity and respect in the workplace with very targeted reminders about not sharing full frontal fingering videos with colleagues. The best yet: you'd just gloated about manipulating your boss right infront of him.
"Quite the performer." Price's words were chillingly calm. "Well go on then, perform." Price's gaze was locked on you, the tension in the room hardly broken by the breaking of the silence.
Everyone looked at eachother, confused by the Captain's command. He surely can't mean-? The darkness in his eyes and behind his words said otherwise. The passing of time became a nebulous concept, the only thing grounding you being the thumping heart in your chest. This couldn't be real, surely?
"Never known you to need to hear an order twice, Private." There's a hint of frustration in his voice, thinly masked. You stare at him, blinking as if it might wake you from the bad dream you're surely having. You prayed you'd wake up soon. But this was no dream, and you wouldn't be getting out of it that easy.
"Jesus Christ, Private, are you deaf or dumb?" Price rolled his eyes. "You need it explaining slowly to you? Fine. Turn around."
Your military training betrayed your better judgement; any normal person would be running for the hills right now, but your captain issued his order and you must comply. And so you do, turning slowly around on the spot. If you moved any faster you thought you might collapse, the blood pumping through your head making the room spin on its axis.
"So, she CAN follow orders." Price took another drag of his cigar, the smoke snaking around the room then reaching your nostrils. It felt like it was crawling down your throat, like he was crawling down your throat.
"Now, take them off." Price pointed his cigar to your bottom half to clarify his meaning.
Your two fellows in crime looked at eachother and shuffled in place, debating if they were both fast enough to escape now before it went any further. Soap looked over to the doorway where Gaz still stood. Damn, they were trapped. Maybe the pair of them could overpower him but they wouldn't get far, and who knew what punishment Price would concoct for them then.
You tentatively unbutton and unzip your cargos, your hands trembling as you reached for the waistband slowly. Any moment now Price was going to stop this. You moved as painfully slow as you could, giving him ample time to put an end to your humiliation. The order to stop never came. You shuffled the fabric down and over the curve of your ass, having to bend slightly as you do only adding to your shame. Now on display, in high definition, the offending thong that had helped to get you into this mess.
Ghost stared straight ahead, trying his hardest to dissociate away from this. He'd promised himself that he'd always look after you, the sweet thing that somehow managed to pierce through his hard exterior. He hated that his blind loyalty to Price was paralysing him and preventing him from acting, from defending your honour. Worst of all; he hated that he couldn't look away.
This wasn't how he'd planned to see you like this for the first time. He'd imagined grand gestures and romantic dates before he ever let himself touch you; all the things you deserve. But that's not the man he is. He couldn't even bring himself to accept your friendship, the persona he'd crafted for himself becoming a stone wall between himself and you. You were stubborn and persistent though in a way no one else had ever been, and you chipped away at that wall with the smallest of gestures. The bracelet you made him threatened to snap off of his wrist as he clenched his fists.
"Don't get shy now, you weren't shy before." Price said almost mockingly. Still you hoped Price would leave it here, your half bare ass on display for the room to see. No. He wasn't going to be satisfied until he'd been witness to your complete mortification.
Your shaky hand found it's way between your legs and began to rub gently over the lace fabric. Already it was clear your body was betraying you, your pussy having soaked through the flimsy fabric and there was no chance they couldn't all see it.
Soap gritted his teeth, sucking in a sharp breath. He could feel his cock growing in his boxers at the sight of you. So vulnerable and exposed. You could be a tough little thing, you had to be in this job, so seeing you this submissive made him twitch in his pants.
He couldn't say he'd never thought about it before. Out on a mission in the wilderness you have to get creative when the mood takes you; and the cute new recruit sleeping with her back to him only feet away made decent enough material, especially when her ass curved like that in her gear. He sometimes thought about that night at the bar, kicking himself for having been professional and not continuing to pursue you. He'd decided what he would've done had you come home with him, planning every way he'd have made you come undone beneath him. The thought had sated him on the nights away from base, but he'd never let himself cross the line with you.
Price looked over his shoulder to Gaz who'd obediently kept his mouth shut until now, nodding for him to approach. Gaz closed the door behind him and stepped further into the room calmly. The pair gave eachother a look, communicating Price's instructions for the young man seemingly telepathically. Right now Gaz was his best man, the only one out of the group of clowns not involved in this circus, and so he would be the the onento help price deliver his punishment.
Gaz walked slowly towards you with a smirk, watching you bent over rubbing yourself for them. His finger hooked under the flimsy string of the thong, running along the waistband as though he were studying it. This small touch alone was almost dizzying. Something about the shame and the eyes on you had heightend your senses tenfold, making you flinch at the light graze over your ass. Gaz chuckled, turning back to look at the other men. In no time at all he slipped his knife from his pocket and sliced the elastic protecting your modesty cutting it cleanly in one swift motion. You tried to cover yourself with your hand as what was left of the thong fell but Gaz nudged your hand away, stepping to the side to allow everyone a good look at you.
"Fuck..." Soap groaned under his breath in spite of himself. By now he was rock hard, looking at you with strained pleading eyes. He tensed his thighs in an attempt to reroute the blood flow from his cock but it gave him no relief. Ghost's lips parted under his mask as he too let out and inaudible groan, letting his tense shoulders slump. It looked exactly as he'd imagined, your puffy wetness glistening under the flourecent lights of the barracks.
They wanted nothing more than to get their hands on you in this moment but they both understood what this was; they were being punished as much as you.
"What do you think Captain? She's been good so far, you think she's allowed just one finger?" Gaz spoke as if he were hyping up the crowd. Price only nodded, leaning forward in the armchair like a king in his throne.
Gaz took his middle finger and ran it up the length of your slit, scooping up your arousal with it and then slipping the finger inside. You gasped loudly, a hand rushing to cover your mouth in an attempt to keep your moans contained. As if this weren't humiliating enough already here you are, the sensitivity making you whimper at a single finger like a fucking virgin. You sounded pathetic, and you looked it too; your legs tensing as he slowly moved his finger in and out of you.
"Fuck, look at that. I get why you lot were fighting over a pussy like this." Gaz was spreading your lips so lewdly, really letting the men get a good look at you. "If only you guys could feel this, she's so tight."
Soap was almost vibrating, shaking his leg in an attempt to distract himself which clearly wasn't working. He looked like a puppy being denied a treat, it wouldn't have surprised anyone had he started drooling like one too. This grown man was close to whimpering, squeezing his eyes closed to try to forget the sight before caving and gawping at you once again.
Ghost was better at hiding it than his friend, the only thing giving him away being the huge tent in his pants. Inside he felt like his blood was on fire as he tried to push down his feelings, half expecting to transform into some feral beast and tear everything and everyone in this room to shreds just to get to you - to protect you or to ravage you he didn't know.
Price finally stood. Maybe this was it, maybe he was satisfied his message and gotten through to you all? Maybe this was finally the end to everyone's suffering?
He approached you with slow heavy footsteps, stalking around you like you were wounded prey. His large hand fell hard on your ass cheek leaving a growing red mark as he made his way infront of you. He slapped the hand away from your mouth, gesturing to Gaz to hold it firmly behind your back. Price placed a finger under your chin and raised it to force you to look at him. He was smirking, the same darkness in his eyes that had descended as he'd decided your fate. He wasn't done. He was just getting started.
Price unzipped his cargos, freeing his cock right before your eyes. He was thick. Of course he was. He couldn't just be perfectly adverage could he, that would be too easy. His finger grazed your lower lip before slipping his thumb inside your pretty little mouth, your doe eyes staring up at him with a hint of fear. He thought you might finish him right there with just that look. But he had to be firm. He roughly grabbed a fist full of your hair and forced your mouth all the way down onto his cock - right to the base straight out the gate. His large hands held your head in place while he fucked your face as hard as he could. You gagged hard on him, slapping his thigh with your free hand in an attempt to make him relent.
Silly girl, you breathe when he allows it.
He used your face like a toy, dragging your head up and down on him until he was ready to let you take a breath. When he freed your mouth finally you gasped for air. Tears spilled down your cheeks involuntarily, Price taking his thumb and wiping them away with a chuckle.
Ghost thought he was going to explode. The man he respected most in the world, his replacement father, was completely abusing your mouth right infront of him. He was completely disrespecting you, HIS girl - whether you knew that or not. He could've killed him if he wasn't so close to cumming in his pants at the sight of it.
Price rubbed the tip of his cock over your swollen lips before reeling back and slapping it hard across your cheek. He brushed hair back from your face so he could get a proper look at you. You looked so pathetic, more so than when you're sucking up to him during drills. Always so obedient and willing to please. This was no different.
"Go on son, give the slut what she wants." Gaz nodded acknowledging the Captain's command, freeing his cock in record time. It didn't take him long at all to slip himself inside your sloppy pussy, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he did.
Soap watched intently as Gaz's cock slowly disappeared into you, his own neglected cock jumping as he imagined what it must feel like. He couldn't take it anymore and had already started shamelessly palming himself through his jeans. Ghost saw him out the corner of his eye and felt his jealousy bubble up further at the thought of his best friend getting off to you like that, but he couldn't blame him either. You really were the perfect cock sleeve, just taking the cocks spearing into you from both ends with no trouble at all.
He wondered how well you'd take him. He knew he was big and honestly that was being modest; his cock was a monster. Watching your greedy pussy swallow every inch of his friend with no resistance forced him to imagine it swallowing him whole too, his cock leaked at the thought.
Gaz's strokes were already becoming sloppy and irregular as his climax quickly approached. The men watching couldn't even judge him for only lasting as long as he had, they both felt like just looking in your cock drunk eyes could finish them right now.
Gaz white-knuckle gripped your hips, digging his fingers into the plush flesh as he pulled you back onto him. The devil on his shoulder urging him to push as deep inside you as possible to blow his load. No one had asked if you were on birth control and no one really cared to, Gaz's primal urges whispering to him to
With just a few more strokes Gaz's cock was twitching deep inside you, filling you to the brim with his thick, potent cum. He felt like his knees were going to give out as he pulled out of you, letting his cum pour in a steady drip out of your puffy little cunt.
Price was still occupying your mouth, slamming his tip right to the back of your throat and producing the dirtiest noises from you. The gulping wet noises were threatening to send Soap insane, it was like a porno playing out before his eyes and he wasn't even allowed to relieve himself properly.
Price couldn't hold it back anymore and finally spent himself down your throat, holding your head in place as he bottomed out. Once he'd caught his breath he pulled himself free from your puffy wet lips, holding your jaw shut as he urged you to swallow every drop of his precious cum. Once you had he bid you open your mouth for him to inspect and, once he was satisfied, he tapped your cheek gently as a silent 'well done'. The praise made your pussy twitch.
The two men zipped themselves away almost casually, both red in the face with sweat beading on their foreheads. You just slumped your limp body onto the sofa closest to you, completely fucked out and brain-dead.
"Right. I take it you've all learned your lesson." Price said as he tried to catch his breath. "Ghost, Soap? You two clean up in here." And with that Gaz and Price casually left the room, Price placing a hand on the young man's shoulder as they walked.
Soap also slumped down onto the sofa, landing next to the pile of you the Captain had left behind.
"Fuck me, y' took a hammerin' there lassie." The scottsman reached out to gently stroke your cheek where the tear residue had stained them. His gentle caress travelled over your neck and down your arm ending at your hand, using this opportunity to lift your weak wrist and place it on his bulging jeans. "Ye want tae help me out too dinnae ye?"
You mumble something inaudible with your face smooshed into the sofa cushion, groaning like they were rousing you from a deep sleep. Every part of this ordeal has drained you for everything you had, physically and mentally. You wanted to tell him to fuck off and swat his hands away from you but gravity seemed to be pulling your limbs down like they were made of lead.
Soap had a devious smirk on his face as he looked down at you. He'd been deprived that entire time and now he could finally pounce on you like a starved animal. Really he was being a gentleman for asking, anyone else in his shoes would've just had you there. It honestly didn't matter to him what your answer was though. He'd just witnessed what you were capable of taking, a strong lass like you wouldn't even notice another load. Maybe a few more.
Soap looked up at his friend, his dark eyes issuing him an unspoken invite. Ghost didn't even know what his face would be giving away if it weren't for the balaclava hiding his expression. He felt horrified. Now his best friend in the world, formally his only real friend, was planning on doing something even more unspeakable than what had already been inflicted on you. It was disgusting.
It was disgusting that he wanted to accept the invite.
Ghost approached tentatively. Even he didn't know what his intentions were. Every step brought him closer to a decision that would define him for the rest of his life. Would he stay loyal to his cold, unfeeling persona he had meticulously crafted over his entire career, or would he finally let himself feel something for another living being? Was he evil for even considering it? Absolutely, but he was already a man beyond redemption.
Ghost stood over you looking down at you in your most vulnerable state, weighing his options. He lazily grazed a gentle finger over your exposed thigh. Soft. Warm. He'd imagined touching your skin like this before. He wanted to be gentle with you, make you feel venerated. Revered. Part of him knew that would never happen, he was the man he was after all - unfeeling, unfaltering - and he couldn't allow himself an ounce of vulnerability, not even with you. The other part of him allowed him to imagine anyway, about how things could be if he'd lived a different life and become a better man. This might be the only chance he'd ever get to feel that connection with you, even if it ended being another fantasy he'd be letting himself believe to justify his actions.
Ghost sighed, closing his eyes and letting the tension finally leave him. He bent down, slipping his arms under you and scooping you up. Your eyes were closed and your eyebrows furrowed, your chest rising and falling deeply as your breaths still struggled to right themselves after the exertion. You looked like a wounded bird in his arms.
Silently he turned and left the room, carrying you in his arms down the long hall towards the bunks. He knew which one was yours without asking. He'd stood outside the door a handful of times before, trying to pluck up the courage to finally tell you how he felt. Every time he'd failed. The door was unlocked when he approached, still he hesitated a moment feeling a strange discomfort like he was about to breach your privacy though your privacy was long out the window by now.
He pushed the door open with his back as he looked at you, asking permission to enter with his eyes before remembering you weren't really there. The room smelled like you. Like your body spray and perfume, like the detergent from the laundry down the hall and faintly like your sweat after the gym. He wished he could bottle it.
Once he'd taken everything in he located the bed and laid you down gently, watching you roll over and make yourself comfy as he stood over you. No one would know if he had you now, maybe Soap would suspect it but he wouldn't be able to prove it. Shaking his head Ghost grabbed the knitted blanket at the end of the bed and rested it over your half nude body, giving you back some semblance of modesty.
Soap had scoffed, his hands flying up as if he'd experienced a great injustice at your removal. His guilt registered for just a moment, quickly shaken away with a sloppily rationalised argument in favour of his actions. What was he meant to do after going through that? He was so painfully hard and his balls ached like they might shrivel up, he just needed someone to tend to his wounds. It'd have to be his hand again. He preyed that he'd be able to conjure the image of you for as long as it took to get his hands on you for real.
Out the corner of his eye Soap spotted the remnants of the thong still sitting on the ground. He looked around the room, checking for witnesses before snatching it up. He inhaled your scent deeply before stuffing the lace in his pocket before anyone had a chance of catching him. They'd be better than nothing I suppose.
Next to him a phone buzzed. It wasn't his, that was still held hostage by the Captain. He felt around on the sofa before finding the culprit between the cushions. It was yours and you were getting a barrage of messages from the man you'd matched with tonight.
*did I say something wrong?*
*don't rile me up like that then ghost me*
Soap chuckled. He felt a kinship with this poor bloke right now; both of them had been blue balled by you tonight.
Soap squinted at the screen. He thought about how funny it was that this stranger was so proud of his subpar prick that he thought it could coax you back. It didn't hold a candle to him. This boy would never satisfy you with a piddly thing like that, not like Soap could. He took it upon himself to block him for you and delighted in liberating you from him.
You didn't need to waste your time with boys like that anymore, you needed a man like him to give you what you need.
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