by Writing Shark
Reinforcements
The steps of the four men are precise and in exactly the same beat. Quickly and without moving their piercing eyes, they rush through the crowd of people toward Felicia, who feels very undersized with the small shield in her trembling hands. The people at the city’s airport clear the way for the group of men, who are as obviously soldiers as they can be. Immediately they remind the young woman of her master and, like John, none of the four men care about the stares and whispers that surround them. Then, like one man, they stop in front of Felicia and each place two heavy black bags beside them.
“Combton?” asks the man standing closest to her. The woman just nods, her mouth dry.
“John sent me,” she says as agreed and the man who spoke to her looks at the cardboard sign in her delicate hands.
“ODA 246, ha, long time no hear.” He turns to his comrades and nods. They pick up the heavy bags again and Felicia has to hurry to get back in front of the group. At least she’s not wearing high-heeled shoes today. Her ponytail bobs eagerly back and forth as she leads the men quickly to the parking lot in front of the airport. She has spent much of the last few days preparing for the team’s arrival and has spent little time with her John. I wonder how many girls he has fucked, she thinks to herself and has to grin. In the past that thought would have filled her with brutal revulsion, now she gets wet thinking about it. After all, she knows what awaits Sarah and the others.
Without breaking the speed limit, Felicia drives the four men in her small car from the outlying airport to a small exit. The men don’t talk much and John has told Felicia to keep her mouth shut and do whatever they tell her. Most of all…
“Excuse me,” she breathes, and the men look at her. “I have to ask which one of you is… uh… Hadrian.” The name sounds funny but the men grin. Three of them squeeze onto the back bench and another sits next to Felicia. Dressed casually they are all but their muscles strain the polo shirts they wear.
“Caesar has always been into OpSec,” the man next to her laughs, putting his hand on her thigh. Felicia winces, but then relaxes. She knows what is expected of her. “I’m Hadrian.”
“I’m supposed to do whatever you tell me to do,” the woman says. “And John said to take you to this hotel.” She holds out a brochure to the man next to her.
“We’ve stayed in worse. When is he meeting us there?”
“Tonight as soon as school closes.”
“Shit,” grins another of the men. He’s not quite as massive compared to the others. “Caesar’s really serious about this.”
“Since when does he joke about stuff like that?” asks another man with thick black glasses on his nose. The fourth man, a real tough mountain of a guy, doesn’t say a word and just stares out the window.
Felicia doesn’t know why John chose this hotel, but suspects it’s the absence of a doorman. The check-in is automatic, as the hotel specializes in people passing through from the airport. The four men lead the way from the moment they leave the car, pulling the trainee teacher along with them. It doesn’t take long for the small group to find themselves in a corridor on the middle floor of the building.
“Everyone has a room,” grunts the man Felicia is to call Hadrian.
“So no snoring from Caligula” laughs the man with the glasses, and Caligula the mountain just grunts. Hadrian hands each of the men a key and then turns to Felicia.
“You’re coming with me.” The tone is the same as her master’s.
“Of course.” As if of her own accord, Felicia adopts the same submissive posture and follows the man into the room.
“Sit down,” he says after setting the bags down. The junior teacher sits down on the edge of the bed as instructed, pressing her thighs together and placing her hands in her lap while Hadrian scans the room, checking windows and doors, then nods in satisfaction. “I’ll be right back,” he says, pulling out his room card. “Don’t touch anything. If you look in the bags, I’ll break your hands.” Felicia turns pale.
“I o-obey, of course,” she says. “John ordered it. I o-obey him and d-do what he says. Everything.” Hadrian laughs and leaves the room. For the next fifteen minutes, Felicia waits in the room, shivering slightly. She is afraid to move. But she’s also wet between her thighs. She misses John and is desperate to do everything the way he told her.
Finally Hadrian enters the room again, his medium-length hair is wet and he has a towel in his hand. He heedlessly throws it on the bed and himself right after it. Felicia squeals in surprise as the well-trained body comes to lie next to her but Hadrian doesn’t care.
“You do everything I say?” he asks, and Felicia feels the same sensation as she did with the professor. The men are very much alike except for one difference. Felicia loves John Clark. And she doesn’t know if it’s love for him or fear of him that tells her to obey. Or maybe it’s both.
“Yes. Anything you want.” She even smiles a little and obeys immediately as Hadrian taps the bed beside her.
“Lie down with me,” he says, pulling off his khaki shorts and socks. His shirt follows and Felicia watches him closely as he undresses. Then she reaches under her blouse.
“Don’t,” Hadian growls, pulling her next to him. The young woman snuggles into him and waits for orders. “I’ve flown too far for screwing. Any idea when Caesar’s coming?”
“W-who?” Hadrian grins wearily without opening his eyes.
“I thought you little girls were smart and knew about history.” Then he grumbles. “No matter, either. I’m Hadrian, the big guy is Caligula, the one with the glasses is Vespasian, and the last one is Augustus. And Mister John is Caesar.”
“I see,” Felicia murmurs, thinking back to her lessons. Then she feels Hadrian’s strong hand on her butt.
“So? What time is Caesar coming?”
“Maybe twenty o’clock? Sorry, but I can’t say for sure.”
“I’m used to it,” Hadrian murmurs softly. “Wake me up at seven-thirty.” Then he closes his eyes before Felicia can ask if waking him up involves a blowjob.
“It’s seven thirty sir,” Felicia whispers. All this time she has been lying next to the man named Hadrian, watching the clock in the room. She has been thinking about John and what her life has become. But she is no longer in the world to think. Again she touches the man next to her and is almost scared to death when he brutally wakes up from his sleep. He shakes his head and looks at Felicia.
“I haven’t slept that well in months” he grins into the startled face beside him and rubs his eyes. “You’re a beautiful girl.”
“Thank you, sir.” Felicia brushes her hair back while Hadrian quickly gets out of bed. “Wait here.” Again he walks out of the room and Felicia sits back down at the edge of the bed. A few minutes later, the remaining three men come into the room. “Mr. Caesar may be here in half an hour. Let’s get ready for the boss.”
“I’m going to the bathroom again,” grumbles the big soldier, trotting out of the room.
“And I’m going to take another shower” says Hadrian with a slightly guilty look the others understand. He leaves the room, leaving Felicia with the bespectacled man and his colleague, Vespasian and Augustus. Felicia is uncomfortable, but also excited.
“So you’re fucking the boss?” asks Vespasian, adjusting his glasses. Felicia nods, remembering her master’s words.
“He’s my master and he ordered me to do whatever you tell me to do” she mumbles, blushing and getting wet. She realizes that she had hardly had sex in the last few days, a stark difference from the days before when she had worked so hard for her John. Augustus whistles appreciatively.
“Caesar doesn’t miss a beat.” He eyes Felicia who presses her thighs together, then pushes them apart. “He said ‘everything’?” Felicia nods. “Come here.” Felicia obeys. Vespasian’s hands are rough and purposeful. They remind her of John, but he was different. Still, she lets the man have his way. “Holy shit he wasn’t exaggerating,” Vespasian breathes. “And the other girls?”
“I d-don’t know how many students he has now. When I left there were already a lot.” The men laugh and Vespasian lets his hands slide between her thighs. The fabric of her tight-fitting jeans becomes damp and the man notices.
“This is going to be the best job we’ve ever had.”
“And no sand,” Augustus laughs, pulling Vespasian’s hand away. “Not until after the briefing. Vespasian rolls his eyes. It’s not long before the others come back into the room, each carrying three heavy black bags and placing them in the room with those already here. Then they wait. Felicia tries to keep away from the men who are spread out on chairs and the bed. No one says a word and the young woman feels obliged to be of service to her masters’s friends.
“You’re welcome to use me, boys,” she smiles, “I belong to John and he said…”
“I get it,” grumbles Hadrian, looking straight at Vespasian. He shrugs his shoulders. “But we respect our boss. If he says you belong to him then we won’t break his toys. Right, Ves?”
“From what I’ve heard, he has enough others.” Felicia’s chest goes cold, but she keeps smiling. “But I don’t want to be caught by Mr C with my dick out. The men laugh boisterously. Then there’s a knock at the door and everyone turns their heads.
Of course it’s John Clark standing at the door. Felicia is surprised at the glee with which the men fall over each other as Caligula simply pushes them aside with his massive body to hug his boss. The five men talk and laugh and the only woman in the room retreats to a corner, folds her hands in front of her lap and waits. Apparently, the men haven’t seen each other in a long time.
When the group has greeted each other profusely, they turn to Felicia. The young woman has observed the soldiers’ behavior with curiosity. They are rough, loud and wild but all seem to have great respect for each other and especially for John. With his face beaming with joy, he turns to his well-behaved pet and kisses Felicia hard on the mouth.
“Damn,” he grins. “It’s so good to have you guys by my side again.” He puts his arm around the woman’s petite shoulders. “But why is Miss Combton still dressed?” Hadrian explains the situation and the loyalty of the group to him. “Good point.” John lets his hand wander down and slam on Felicia’s butt. The woman flinches, but presses her lips together. “It’s good to work with professionals. That’s why I brought you guys here.” Vespasian steps forward from the group and adjusts his glasses.
“So what you told us is true” he states. “What’s the situation on the ground?” now John grins broadly.
“It’s better than I assumed. I’ve already recruited four girls, plus Felicia.” The men’s eyebrows go up. “Most of them just need a few kind words, a stern demeanor, and some praise, and they’re like clay in your hands.” He looks around the group. “These girls are just waiting to pounce on the next best dick they can get. Some know that, others you have to show them. That’s going to be your job.” He pulls out his cell phone and shows his guys pictures of his girls.
“Damn, they’re young,” Caligula mutters.
“Hayworth only takes girls of legal age” laughs John. “This is a free-fire zone.”
“Target rich environment” Vespasian notes with a grin and John nods.
“They almost all look like that.” John shows a photo of the naked Sarah. “And they’re willing.” Then he turns serious. “This is a voluntary OP. I trust you all completely but I also know…”
“I’m in,” Vespasian volunteers, grinning dirtily.
“Me too,” Caligula murmurs softly. The giant looks furtively at Felicia.
“I’ve always followed you, Mr. C,” says Hadrian. “And I know your reasons.” The group turns to Augustus who hesitates.
“Listen,” he says. “I like teen pussy too after all. But…” He, too, looks to Felicia. The young woman sees doubt on his face.
“We want this Mister Augustus,” she says quietly, looking to John for permission. He nods. “We may not know it, but the solution Mister John… er, Caesar offers us is better, more pleasant and easier than anything we are working towards.” She smiles at the man with all her kindness and confidence.
“Oh shit,” he grumbles, looking to John. “But if we do this, we’ll do it all professionally, clear.”
“As long as I get pussy, it’s fine with me” grins Vespasian, patting Augustus on the back.
“No, honestly,” he grumbles, standing in the middle of the room. “We’ll do this according to plan.” He looks to John. “What’s your plan?”
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