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Thanks to Mack the Knife for giving me the idea for this story, friendship and help.



Raising Roc Chapter 1
It was Roc's first planet fall; we were being given Liberty before going into combat. Didn't the ancient Romans say "For those about to die, we salute you!" or something as equally silly. Well, I get to see how Roc appears in public. I hope he behaves better than the Romans; the Roman warriors were dumb!

The officers in charge of our little visit to this planet weren't stupid. After dark, our shuttles landed at the space port, guarded by Fleet Marines, nearest our final destination. We 'tourists' were then herded… erm guided to special buses, escorted by Fleet Marines. The buses were driven to the appropriate atmosphere where we could relieve some tension. You never, but never want to take tense warriors into battle without letting them get their stuff off. It also contributed to the local economy, at least the seedier side of the local economy. We were ordered to remain in the three block 'entertainment' area. We would be assisted in staying out of other areas of the city by, you guessed it, Fleet Marines. This is perhaps the main reason why feelings between 'us and them' are so strong. I have it on good authority that the marines were instructed not to break bones or cause any major injuries in their mission.

Thus it was that Mary found herself in her class A uniform standing next to a genetically engineered Super Soldier wearing a kilt. Interestingly, the unit Mary is part of, and thus the one Roc is attached to, was at one time part of the Royal Scots Fusiliers. Some soldiers in the unit had told Roc that since the uniform worn during Liberty on shore was Class As, one of the options being kilts, all the guys would be wearing kilts while on liberty. They helped Roc to find a kilt that would fit, sort of. It was tight and his 'personables' dangled a wee bit beyond the bottom of the kilt. At first they thought it would be funny, but then they realized that if the women saw how long his shaft really was, they would only have each other for company during Liberty. They bribed the quartermaster to make up a special kilt for Roc. A noted observation is that the women of the unit NEVER wear kilts on Liberty.

Mary looked at Roc's kilt then in his eyes with an eyebrow raised. Roc opened his mouth to explain, but she cut him off and led him towards the nearest bar. The atmosphere inside the bar was just right; smoky, noisy, and close. The bar had to be over capacity by at least two-hundred percent. The soldiers didn't mind, that just brought the serving girls closer. There was a show going on towards the back. From what Mary could see it was a troupe of acrobats, male and female performing in the nude. It was just what the serving girls needed, sights to arouse and offend the locals, but just right for a mob of horny troops, male and female. Add to this the use of stimulants and you realize why the female troopers don't wear kilts and, by reverse logic, why the males troopers do.

Mary stepped into this quasi-organized chaos and took a deep breath. I'm home; no matter how sophisticated or different the plant, this type of bar always had a certain welcoming aroma.

Roc entered after his owner, Sergeant Kelley, coughing a bit. What is this place?

There was a drunk sleeping or passed out at a table; Mary yelled, "Can't hold your drink, then you can't hold a table!" She rolled the body to the floor and slipped into his seat. Still warm, mmmmmmm. She waved to Roc to get him to sit next to her. She hooked a serving maid around the arm, stopping her in her tracks and ordered two drinks. The drink shouldn't affect Roc very much, after all he is a big son-of-a-vat. Mary laughed at her own joke, surprising Roc, who didn't see anything funny, but laughed along anyway. This caused Mary to laugh even more, so Roc laughed harder. This would have gone on until one was incapacitated, but a new act came on the stage distracting them.

There were seven sexy women and two large men. The women were dressed up as belly dancers, the men as harem guards. The room went quiet as the women began to dance a slow belly dance. Mary got up and confronted a Fleet Marine who was here for crowd control. The Marine was staring at the stage with his mouth open enough for Mary to fit her boot in. "Wake-up Marine! Do you know what those are? Marine, Marine, wake-up!" Mary finally got his attention by blocking his view. He blinked several times, and then scowled at the Sergeant standing in front of him.

"Yes Sergeant, I know what they are and they have been cleared by command. There will be no gefangen here tonight. Now get out of the way, I want to watch." Mary was not a hundred percent satisfied with the Grunt's explanation; she would have to watch Roc very carefully. Those figures on the stage were geschlechtlich Zauberin; they were able to influence humans, especially drunk ones, with their 'charms' and voluptuous bodies. If a human had sex with one and then woke up next to him/her in the morning, they would be lost forever. They would become a sex slave to that being and nothing but death could change that.

Mary wanted to interrogate the Fleet Marine further, but an insistent tugging on the sleeve of her uniform blouse made her spin around, "What?!? Can't you see that I'm busy?" The huge brute of Roc sitting there with his head hung low mumbling about her drink being there was so cute that Mary just had to lean over and kiss him on the forehead. As Mary sat down opposite Roc she realized that he didn't appear mesmerized by what was happening on stage. Mary had never seen anything like it; he was immune to their charms! Then again, I'm not in the habit of taking manufactured men out to bars where 'mental bondage babes' were performing. This was something she would have to look into.

The show on the stage ended, the performers exiting stage left. Conversation gradually returned to the bar with voices raised calling for fresh drinks. Everything was returning to normal, when Mary became aware of two cloaked figures standing beside their table. A soft, hypnotic voice was heard, "We noticed that your companion was not 'taken' with us as most of the men, and some women were. We would like to 'talk' with him. We will make it worth his while."

Roc looked up at Mary for guidance. She could not decipher the look on his face. He was looking at her with puppy-dog eyes and it really pissed her off! "Don't look to me for answers, Private. You're on Liberty soldier, do what you want, I gotta drain my bladder." Mary walked off to visit the facilities in the bar. They were all gone by the time Mary returned. She sat around for a few minutes angry at the world, then took the bus back to the space port and the shuttle. People who came across her saw the look in her eyes and steered a wide path around her.

Roc went with the two hooded women after Mary had left. She did tell him to do what he wanted and he was curious, so he followed them backstage. Once they were away from prying eyes they threw their hoods back revealing two women that had been dancing on the stage. They were very beautiful, almost too beautiful, although Roc couldn't understand it, he just knew. The two beauties, one with crimson hair, the other with jet black hair, wore their hair up in coils, so he could not see how long it was. Roc's full attention was on the mysterious women, so he didn't watch the path they were taking, although he knew they were still inside. They finally entered a medium sized room with a large bed, a closet and chairs. Roc was told to sit down. Once he had and his attention returned to the women, they threw off their cloaks. They were watching Roc for his reaction when he saw them clad in the skimpy dancing girl outfits. His expression did not change; he kept staring at the women like he was committing their features to memory. The red head asked him if he was alright, to which he responded "yes". The two women whispered in each others ear, as if they were debating something.

The two sensual daemons moved closer, removing what was left of their clothes as they came. Naked, they stood before rock, mystified by his simple, yet uncontrollable mind. Their faces betrayed their confusion. Roc took it as unhappiness, but was unsure what to do. Then he had a moment of clarity. "Here, I can help you to be happy", Roc said as he tweaked their large nipples into erectness. Both women jumped! They were used to initiating contact, not the other way around. The red head went as far as to push Roc away. Her right hand pushed on his chest, her left hand a bit lower, low enough to feel his growing erection. She blushed and stepped closer to her friend, whispering into her ear. The dark haired woman's eyes went wide, then she cleared her throat and asked Roc if he would take his pants down.

Roc thought for a moment, then stood and began lift his kilt. A fellow soldier had advised him against wearing underwear on Liberty, saying it would just get in the way, so when Roc raised the hem, his mostly erect manhood popped into view. He could tell that the naked women were pleased because of the oohs and aahs coming from them. The women wanted to see if they could control Roc by flooding his brain with sexual impulses, but really they just wanted to ride that stallion. The dark haired woman told him to take off all his clothes and to sit down. They were most impressed with his muscular body, so impressed that they couldn't keep their hands off of him. The dark haired girl climbed into Roc's lap and guided his massive rod into her delicate folds. She then lowered herself slowly down on his over-sized boner, pausing a few times, sliding down until his balls rested against her ass.

The red head was kissing Roc and fondling his large balls. Roc had before experienced dreams like this, so he repeated what the people did in his dream. He thrust his hips upward, as he had seen done; unfortunately, the woman on his lap had just taken him fully in and was waiting for her quim to adjust to his tool. The resulting shock took her breath away and her mouth opened wide in surprise! Her tits bounced wildly as Roc continued his thrusting, he had no experience, so he thought the low, throaty groan she uttered was just part of the sex. It was, but it wasn't what he thought it was. This is fun and it feels good too. I wonder how long I should keep doing this, an hour, two?

The flame haired beauty on her knees in front of Roc tried to bewitch him again. She kept a rhythm going on his balls as she changed tack. "Will you do whatever I ask?" the woman asked Roc. He thought about it for a moment, it was difficult concentrating with everything he was feeling. He replied yes to her and she smiled; he was not immune to their charms, just needed more attention. She whispered this to her fellow seductress, yet received no reply. The woman being bounced on Roc's lap had to have finally adjusted to his length and girth, as a matter of fact she was thrusting back. She was too involved with the pleasures she was feeling, so the red head's word fell on deaf ears.

The woman with raven hair shuddered on his dick as she experienced a massive orgasm. Roc was going to stop his pumping, thinking he might have hurt the woman. However, when he slowed down to try and think, the climaxing seductress yelled, "More… more… harder you stud, you magnificent bastard!" Roc speeded back up and thrust up harder. Ten minutes and three orgasms later, she was whimpering for release from the string of endless orgasms that were storming through her body. Roc shrugged and lifted her off his lap, where she collapsed on the floor, sated.

Roc looked to the apparently natural red haired seductress. "Hoist me up there big boy, but lower me slowly and don't start fucking until I tell you to." Roc said okay and did as she asked. Five minutes of "Ooooh", "Ummm", "more", "hold on", "okay, a little more", went on until his cock was snugly sheathed inside her sexy body. Roc played with her generous tits with child-like glee while he waited. She finally gave him the go-ahead and bounced on his lap. They were both moaning with pleasure, her cunt having flooded his immense shaft once already from a satisfying orgasm. "Did you cum while fucking Anita?" Roc shook his head, never letting up on his measured assaults on her womanhood. "Well, set me down after my second orgasm, I don't want to be incapacitated like Anita was." The black haired woman was still unconscious with a smile on her beautiful face. "Why haven't you cum yet?"

"No one told me to." Roc said innocently. That was enough to put Kitty over the top, she started to orgasm for the second time, her mouth wide open in astonishment, but no words coming out. Being a dutiful son-of-a-vat, Roc lifted Kitty off of his lap the instant she began to orgasm, her viscous nectar spraying all over the floor, ending in a pool around Anita's naked ass. Roc stood, trying unsuccessfully to smooth the kilt over his raging hard-on, he finally gave up and started to leave saying, "That was nice, but I've got to get back to the ship." Kitty moaned, still caught up in the ripples from her climax and told him to wait. "I can't wait; I don't want to miss the last shuttle."

Kitty shakily got to her feet. "You weren't under my spell? Why did you say yes when I asked you if you would do whatever I asked?" She asked the departing Roc.

"Because I knew you wouldn't ask me to do anything I couldn't." Roc went out the door and found his way back to the tavern's main room. For her part, Kitty collapsed next to Anita on the floor; her brain unable to make sense of what just occurred and what Roc had said. Roc discovered that most of his fellow soldiers had went back already. Despite many offers from barmaids to 'help' him with his kilt, Roc managed to make it on the next to the last bus to the spaceport. He found the women, even the officers, to be very eager to help him with his problem, but he shyly refused their offers.
Mary was stewing in her open sleep chamber, wondering if her fledgling soldier would return from his first Liberty. She was half hoping that he had been ensorcelled by those bitches… erm witches. After all, Roc had chosen to go off with them. Mary didn't know why she was so angry; her rage nullified all rational thought. She just knew that if he made it back, she was gonna hurt the poor Private.

It was just before the end of the Liberty before Roc entered into the sleep chamber compartment. Mary swung her legs out of her sleep chamber and landed in front Roc almost impaling her naked body on his tenting erection. She ripped off his kilt exposing his swollen cock. "What's the matter Private, didn't you get enough Liberty? I know you fucked those trollops you left with. Answer me Private!"

"Hooya Sergeant! I fucked those two women I had left the table with; I thought that was the purpose of Liberty. He quoted one of the soldiers in his unit, "Fuck everything wearing a skirt, twice if necessary. Do not return from Liberty until you have to. I fucked those two, three times for the first one, twice for the second. I would have engaged in more fucking Sergeant, but it was necessary to return from Liberty because I had to."

Mary glared down at Roc's big, erect dick. She hauled off and slapped it hard with her open palm. "How do you explain this then?" Roc started to reply, but was cut off by Mary. "Just get undressed and meet me in the shower, vat-boy. You can't go into combat sporting a rod like that. It'd just be a target for enemy snipers. Once again you've gotten yourself into some trouble that only a dedicated Sergeant, like me, can get you out of it. Hurry up Private; I wanna get some sleep tonight." Mary stomped off into the shower shaking her head. He fucked those two seductresses five times and didn't cum! I've gotta get me some of that.

Roc appeared in the shower chamber with his one head hanging down and the other one sticking straight out, looking all angry and dark red. Mary pulled him under the shower spray to wash off all traces of the sexy bitches… erm witches that Roc had fucked. Mary lifted his chin and looked in his eyes, the adoring 'Den-Mother look' back. "Why didn't you cum, big boy, that must be uncomfortable?" she said pointing at his engorged member.

Roc looked embarrassed again, but Mary held his gaze with hers, waiting for his answer. "Well Sergeant, they didn't tell me to cum, that's why. Mary would have hit her forehead in disgust, but she wasn't into self-flagellation. Duh, that makes sense, she said to herself, I keep forgetting soldier boy was grown as a pleasure slave. He can't cum unless he is told to, no matter how much it hurts. And with a schlong like that, it must hurt somethin' fierce.

"OK Roc new instructions." He looked at her expectantly. "These instructions will over-ride all but the basest life saving instructions. When you are engaged in sexual intercourse you will always cum after the woman does, unless she tells you to wait. If she fails to satisfy you, you will report to me immediately for relief, which I will do for you right now. Stand still and don't move!" It had been years since she had done something this crazy, but she had to show Roc that his old Sergeant still had it.

Mary put her hands on his shoulders for balance. Mary then leapt up and impaled herself on his cock. Roc was suitably impressed and shifted his weight to hold his Sergeant aloft with just his cock, but he didn't move otherwise, obeying her last instructions. Mary groaned and Roc stood there immobile until her eyes refocused. Damn, that is one meaty lad. Good thing I didn't miss and spear my ass-hole. I'd be dead and Roc would have a lot of explaining to do. If he didn't get executed, he would have had a reputation in the Fleet as big as hi s dick. Belay my last; he would have a huge rep in the Fleet, no matter what.

Mary looked at Roc and told him to start fucking slowly. His large hands gently grabbed her hips and he began slowly pistoning Mary up and down on his hard cock. Mary had never felt this full before even when she had DP'ed a pair of Masuvian long distance fuckers. Mary moaned and urged Roc to move a little faster. She also told him to move his hand up to her tits, telling him that latching onto them would stimulate her more. Mary's moans became louder and more insistent. They were soon mixed with cries of "more" and "harder". Roc knew from the little experience he did have that Mary would cum soon, and then he would be able to release his pent-up fluids and lust as well.

Mary's orgasm started deep within her and burst out with a scream of passion, a passion that she had not felt in awhile. As soon as her orgasm erupted, Roc knew he had permission to cum now. His stream of cum was so powerful it pushed Mary's flowing nectar back up into her and up to fill her womb. She was not big enough; no normal woman was, to hold the amount of cum entering her cunt and the mixed spooge rushed out almost as fast as it entered. Mary experienced another orgasm before the first had ended triggered by the seemingly endless flood of cum from Roc's twitching dick. The hot water washed away the mixed cum running down Mary's legs as the couple held each other tight, each lost in their own orgasmic rush.

Roc had never felt anything like this. No wonder sex was so sought after by people. This was almost better than blowing things up! His legs trembled forcing him to shuffle his feet and pull her close. Mary groaned as Roc pulled her to him by her small, pert tits. He then wrapped his muscular arms around her and held her close as they wallowed in mutual pleasure. How long they stayed there holding on to each other could have been seconds or hours, time just stood still. Roc finally lowered Mary to her trembling feet and they washed their bodies clean. Once they were dry they walked side by side into their sleep quarters.

Mary made some adjustments to Roc's sleep chamber then kissed him goodnight. "No dream-sleep tonight Private, you'll need to be well rested for combat tomorrow. If you can't sleep try going over the 'Proper Maintenance of Side arms Manual' in your mind. That'll put anybody to sleep." Mary climbed up and entered her sleep chamber. As Roc lay there in darkness, all his training on weapons and tactics failed him. The only thing he could think about was the marvelous feeling that his new master, Sergeant Kelley had given him.

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