Price with a power kink? I think yes
It was the norm for higher ranking officers to make anyone of lower status perform degrading acts or perform them onto the soldier.
This came in many different forms. Maybe a few demeaning comments, someone screaming in your face, perhaps full blown violence or uncomfortable caresses you’d just have to endure.
Yes, most of the time they were inherently sexual acts though it was never regarded in that matter. It was a way to remind the subject they were in fact lower than the officer, as simple as that.
You mostly saw things of this nature happening in AIT or just to some pumped up trainees in basic. In your leagues though? It was rare. If you’d made it up high enough to be appointed to a task force that meant you all held some sort of respect for each other, regardless of rank.
Though that doesn’t mean it didn’t exist at all.
Price had quite the knack of reminding others that he was higher up then them, especially when you’d screw up. It started when you nearly gave up a recon. He’d grabbed your jaw so hard you could swear he could have dislocated it if he so pleased. Pressing his forehead to yours so you’d have no choice to peer up at him.
“Are you an imbecile?” he’d spat as a large calloused hand came to cup your clothed cunt, causing your shoulders to square like you were back to being a cadet as you stammered out a “no, sir!” As he hummed and shoved you back, telling you to go crawl into a hole for all he cared for shouldn’t be turning you on so much.
You’d remind yourself that it wasn’t like that, he’d do the same to any of your male counterparts (he probably would, the dirty bastard). It was like how dogs humped each other to assert dominance. You’d seen him scream his head off at Soap even full out clock gaz so it wasn’t unnatural. Not in your world at least.
The second encounter came when you were in his office. You’d been called to go visit a few families and give your condolences but with all the work you already juggled you’d completely forgot. You kept your gaze averted from him as he sharply exhaled, circling around his desk and coming to stand in front of you.
“You stand at attention when I talk to you!” He shouted out, that authoritative tone coming back your gaze immediately shooting up as you straightened. He hooked a finger into your belt loop, roughly pulling you to him. “You want to explain to me what happened, corporal?" He questioned
“I am so sorry, sir” you breathed out “I can’t even imagine the grief those families must feel, I’ve just been so busy it slipped my mind, captain” you managed before he shoved at your shoulders. “I had to call in someone last minute, do you know how embarrassing that is?” He grumbled and you gave a quick chirp of a “no, sir!”
“Well I’ll be happy to show you” he huffed, grabbing the nape of your neck, keeping you in place as he shoved his hand into your uniform pants. You swallowed as his fingers breached the cotton panties you wore. “You okay?” He asked his tone lowering to a gentle whisper and despite the burning shame you felt you nodded quickly. You tried to convince yourself it was out of instinct but you knew deep down it was want.
Price bullied his fingers into your now soaping pussy, first just one then stretched you to two. He curled them so delightfully hitting that spongy spot inside you that had your lips parting in a cry, arching into him on instinct. “Oh god, captain” you breathed out in between inhales. He gave an approving grunt as you bellowed, fastening his pace until he felt you start to clench around his digits then pulled away effectively ripping away any semblance of pleasure and replacing it with that horrid shame once more.
He moved the same hand to your face as he gripped it, purposefully wiping his fingers on your own cheek. “you wanna cum? Then next time you do what I tell you” he stated and he cleared his throat. Using his grip on your neck to force you to kneel and shoved your face into the obvious bulge in his crotch. You gave in already to pliable to protest as he let out a satisfied groan at the beautiful pronographic sight.
“Get out of my office, corporal.” He commanded after a good few minutes watching in pure amusement as you scrambled to your feet and tried to walk out as quickly as you could on weakened legs.
