Die Rittern

Story by Pulse

Howdy. I'm Pulse and this is my tale, "Die Rittern." At first, the parts were each gonna get their own thread, but it looks like that's not how things are done here, so I just went ahead and made this one where all subsequent parts will be housed. And I'm reposting the first two parts here as well!

Enjoy!

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DIE RITTERN

PART ONE

Includes futa-on-female

“Attention!”

“Hup!”

The four cadets stood at full-attention, hands at their caps in salute. They wore the blues and greys of the Copulus Space Navy. Full dress attire meant that they were in buttoned jackets, jackets that had to be unbuttoned about halfway down to contain their incredible busts, jackets that molded around the thickness of their nipples easily, that showed off glistening tit-shelves. They were perfectly formed, as were all the members of the Copulus Space Navy. No. Not just perfectly formed. They were perfect.

Jana stood in the center-left of the arrangement, deeply tanned, all of her dark hair gathered up under her cap. She was incredibly proud of the golden rooster pinned on her left breast, the cock that would get a white trail today. Her nose, a small, button-like slope, sits above bee-stung lips prettily. She watches the Commodore with extreme interest. Her pants are already tight from looking at the busty officer. Her mouth waters. She has to swallow. Repeatedly.

Commodore Andrea Toss is naked from the waist-down. She stands on a podium and two pretty blondes, young blondes, service her. One of the girls, her pert, pink nipples already erect as she kneels, parts the commodore's asscheeks and wriggles her tongue in there, making sure to get it wet, to taste all of the officer's delicious musk. The other kneels in front, filling her mouth with so much meat, her nostrils flaring as she bobs hungrily, drooling profusely, jerking what of that throbbing staff she can't get into her mouth. The commodore's jacket is cut in two places, perfect circles around lush nipples, nipples that are pierced with golden medallions.

The commodore's concentration never fails, even when she cums so much that the second blonde's eyes roll up into her head and fresh spunk rockets out of her nostrils. The commodore's erection never fails, either.

“You are graduating today!” the commodore announces. “You are joining the ranks of the elite, the Copulus Space Navy's officers, as ensigns. You know the mission of the Space Navy: to recivilize the worlds once lost to us and bring them back to the Copulus Empire. It is a mission of righteousness! A mission which you are expected to serve with all your hearts!”

Watching the commodore's nipples begin to leak milk is getting Jana stiff, not to mention the sound of noisy cocksucking, the sight of those two beautiful slavewhores—Albian girls, Jana thinks—and the odd, sex-stink of the place. The room they're occupying is huge and rather blank, a steel-grey tone to everything, splattered in white where cum hasn't been cleaned up.

“You won't be long for this place,” the commodore continues. “In short order, you'll ship out to a world that needs you. You'll help us bring peace to humanity! And now, it is my honor and privilege to name you all ensigns!”

Somehow Jana hadn't seen them before, but four lithe, naked girls rose from around the podium and began to approach the newly-made ensigns. They were all of heavy bust and broad hip, the most favored sort of slave. From this distance Jana could see that their thighs were already slick; they were moving with their legs closed as if they could hide it. The women were pairing up with the ensigns and a fire-haired woman came towards Jana.

In an instant, the four slavegirls were on their knees. The redheaded slut in front of Jana wound her arms around Jana's waist and pressed her face into the thick bulge of her crotch. Jana could feel soft lips against her stiffening cock. The girl was grinding her pussy up against Jana's legs, rutting like a bitch in heat. Both of them were wet between the thighs, stains forming between the thighs of the pants—Jana's work—and on her leg—the slavewhore.

The fact that this ensign ceremony was so different was rather lost on Jana as the redheaded whore worked at her zipper with nimble hands. Saliva was dribbling from the corner of the slave's lips. When Jana's full foot of turgid meat was tugged free, the slavegirl's clear blue eyes widened and a grin made her look silly in her eagerness. Both hands immediately set to work in jerking Jana's rod, pulling her foreskin back and forth over her bulbous head, her hands corkscrewing and driving Jana wild.

The whore pushed her nose against Jana's cock right where that thick shaft met her sac and took a deep whiff. Jana licked her lower lip as she felt saliva running down the swells of her balls. “You smell so good,” the slave groaned. The girl gav

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