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This story is a work of fiction, and friction, any resemblance to living, dead, or undead people is merely a coincidence. This story may not be used for wrapping fish or any other commercial endeavor without the author’s expressed permission.

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



Raising Roc Prologue
Prelude

It was the year 2524 and the Human race had been growing, developing and colonizing the way across their Galaxy. They were all alone, no other life had been found, and Humanity knew that they would rule the universe. Boy were they wrong.

I write this five years later, at the request of my 'handlers'; I believe that is the correct term. You see I used to be human until an unlucky shot crippled me and I was released to the care of an experimental Vyborg project. But enough about me, you can read that in all the historical transcripts. You can also read about Monopoly IV, the human race's thirteenth colony, and how the loss of it told the humans that they were not alone. Actually there are many sentient races in the Universe, just none, which we know of, in the Milky Way galaxy.

It was actually very surprising that the humans met another race; call it Karma or Fate, what ever it was it was bad luck for the miners on Monopoly IV. I suppose I should tell you exactly what happened at that colony to clear up all the myths throw about by the New Reform Church and others who use that incident for their own programs of misinformation. First, though, I am going to have to tell you about the Rics.

Actually, that's what soldiers affectionately call them; no one can pronounce their proper name, which I believe is a swear or curse in not a few languages. The Rics would never have advanced as far as they have without an edge; they can't use the simplest of tools, have never built or created anything, really can't move about too well, but they can control the minds of others.

Their methods/limits to their control are classified, but they are known to work together thus expanding their power to be able to even affect organically or scientifically shielded beings. Yes, there have been unshielded humans taken over, but these incidents are rare. They would rather try to influence lesser beings, including manufactured humans, like the pleasure slaves on Monopoly IV.

Once again I feel that I must explain for the undereducated, why there were pleasure slaves on Monopoly IV. The average human colony goes through three phases of development: strip mining for all valuable resources, Terra forming and seeding with colonists. Mining is a tough, thankless job and the miners need diversions for when they are not working. Hopefully that is all the explanation that readers will need. Further information regarding features or specifications may be found at your local data terminal.

Needless to say, pleasure slaves are built for softness and durability, not for intelligence or shielding. The Rics found the pleasure slaves more than suitable for their purposes. Thus came the massacre erm… loss of the Monopoly IV colony.

So the humans were suddenly thrust into a war, not knowing anything about their adversaries. They had no allies, no standing army or anything, remember that they thought they were alone in this big universe. After two years of half-steps, missteps, and no further steps towards colonizing any more planets, they thought that they were finally ready to take on the Rics. That is where our story begins, with a very unconventional team, Sergeant Mary Gertrude Kelley and Private Roc.

Chapter 00

Mary was lying naked in an oasis. The hot desert sun beat down upon her while two large eunuchs in loin cloths fanned her with long feathered paddles; the sound of Arabian harem music could be heard in the background. She thought, Life is good, just before a sudden booming sound drowned out the music; BOOM BOOM BOOM! Mary saw the eunuchs flicker momentarily. Dammed misbegotten electronics! The sound came again; BOOM BOOM BOOM! The music, the oasis and the eunuchs disappeared. Mary raised her head, the syntho sleep headset retracting into the wall.

The sleep chamber was the dimensions of a metal coffin. She turned on the lighting inside the sleep chamber, just in time to see 'door' vibrate as it was hit from the other side; BOOM BOOM BOOM!

Mary flipped a switch over her head and the 'door' retracted into the base of the sleep chamber. A large, tall man looked in on her, his hand poised to knock again. The naked Sergeant slid out of her sleep chamber and stared at the figure that towered over her petite frame. "Who or what the hell are you? And why are you banging on my sleep chamber? Didn't you see the 'Privacy' indicator? I was in syntho sleep. Now I'm gonna have a damn headache!"

The figure didn't answer her, just stood there appearing confused. He was wearing only a pair of high-water fatigue pants, and had both arms loaded down with uniform items. "He's your new aide, Sergeant Gertie." a voice in the background said. Mary looked and saw some members of the ship's crew leaning against the bulkheads.

The duty Petty Officer stepped from behind the walking wall that was before her. "We just picked up a load of mark VIII Synthetic Troops and he was there too. He looks like he's a variation of the mark II SS. The officer in charge of the Farm grew him as a ready stud or something. Our ship arrived a day early and that officer, that female officer, is now under arrest. He's all yours, your L.T. said for you to get him combat ready."

Sergeant M. G. Kelley swore under her breath. I always get the shit details. She waved her arms and told the crew members to get back to work. They took one last look at her nude muscled body and leisurely left the compartment. Sailors are the same the galaxy over, always crude and always horny.

Mary stared at the mark II Super Soldier in front of her and felt a chill run down her spine. Unwelcome memories flooded her mind. It had been over a year since the defeat on Altair II, but Mary remembered it like it was yesterday.

It was supposed to be a cakewalk. No longer would they be out numbered while fighting the Rics, this time they would have the advantage. She could see the formations of the genetically enhanced soldiers waiting for orders. She had watched as the formations broke rank and ran towards the Sergeants and officers gathered there. Mary would have been dead if her nit-picking 2nd Lt. hadn't been going over the plan of attack for the third time. The mark II's weapons hadn't been turned on yet, so they couldn't fire; instead they used their rifles as clubs. Mary fired her laser rifle until the charge was gone. Left defenseless, Mary retreated to safety. All the other Sergeants and officers were massacred.

It was then discovered that a few Rics could control the feeble minds of the Super Soldiers. It was a very expensive lesson. The latest version of Super Soldiers had more shielding over the brain and were blue; if one's mind was taken over by the brain-jacking Rics, the mark VIII would turn bright yellow. Bright yellow things made excellent targets and the mark VIIIs really, really liked shooting bright yellow things; it was their secret passion; if synthetic man-made fighting pseudo-men could feel passion.

Mary jerked back to reality and looked up at her new charge, "Big one aren't you." The synthetic man nodded. "Well, I'm stuck with you now. We will start tomorrow, soldier, time for sleep. You can sleep in the chamber under mine." She opened the storage space for his chamber. "Just stow your gear in here and hop in your sleep chamber." He threw his gear in the place she told him, Mary just shook her head. This boy is gonna need a lot of work.

He started to awkwardly climb into his chamber, being almost too large. Mary yelled at him to get out. He stood in front of her, head hanging down, obviously knowing he had done something wrong, but did not know what it was. "Take your pants off; you can't go to sleep with your clothes on. Hurry up; I want to get back to my dream!"

The tall, massively built soldier took off his pants, threw them in his storage space and turned around like he needed her permission to go back into the chamber. Mary's mouth dropped open as he turned around. Unlike the mark VIIIs, the mark IIs, upon which he was based, were fully anatomically designed. They had all the parts that a real man did; as a matter of fact, one of those parts was what Mary was staring at. His cock, although only half erect, was enormous. That must have been something that he was specifically grown with. "Soldier, do you know why you were made?"

"Yes Sergeant, I was grown to be a pleasure slave for the Baroness Rockingham. She was to name me upon delivery. Have those plans changed Sergeant?"

"Sorry to say, for you anyway, they have changed. You are now a soldier in the Army of Terra and I, give me strength, am your immediate superior. That means I own you Private! That means I get to name you! You are now Private Roc; listen to what I say, do what I tell you and you may survive Private! Now get in that sleep chamber, I'll wake you in the morning."

Roc climbed into his sleep chamber as fast as he could, he did not want to anger his new owner. Mary pushed the control that closed the 'door' to the chamber, effectively locking him in. Unbeknownst to Mary, the control also started the syntho sleep program. Determining that the occupant was male, the program loaded up an appropriate dream, being a male dream it was full of sex. The syntho sleep headset in Roc's sleep chamber deployed and he was soon fast asleep. In the meantime, Mary had returned to her sleep chamber and her dream. Funny, those eunuchs don't seem so large now.

Mary awoke to the soft sound of a gong. The sleep chamber knew when she wanted to wake-up so it had already removed the syntho sleep headset before it sounded the alarm, if she didn't turn the alarm off, it would gradually get louder and louder.

Often told around the barracks was the tale of a Private who had gone on leave with his alarm set. It kept getting louder, shaking the entire compartment, until a Synthetic Trooper without ears was finally sent in to turn it off. Mary turned off the alarm, not knowing if the tale was true, but not wanting to find out either.

She dropped down to awaken Roc, whose alarm had not been set . Mary opened Roc's sleep chamber and gasped. It was obvious to Mary that Roc had been having some wet dreams. There was spooge all over the inside of his sleep compartment, most of it being on his abdomen and genitals.

Roc slid out of his sleep chamber and rose to his feet in front of Mary. "Sergeant there is a mess in my chamber and I think I went somewhere. There were people around not wearing any clothes and they were wrestling and eating each other, no blood though." He reached out and touched her tit. "Some had these, only there were pointy." He touched her tit again, causing her nipple to become erect. "Yeah, just like that!" Mary had a flushed look on her face, her hand reached up and slapped his large hand.

Mary had a scowl on her face. "Don't touch me, ever again! Unless, of course I ask, but I probably won't Private! I don't think I'll ever be hard-up enough to want your vat-grown spooge!" Her face softened a bit. "Remind me to change your dream preferences and don't worry about the mess; we've all done it and the chambers are self cleaning."

She put on her Sergeant's face again. "Follow me to the shower boy, you need to get clean." Mary led him through an adjacent hatch into a group shower facility; the nozzles dispensed hot water, spraying them automatically once they were within range. "You can tell it to get hotter or cooler and it will only change the temperature of the water aimed at you."

Watching Roc, Mary saw him wash the cum off his muscled body. Roc was watching Mary carefully, so he knew what to do. "There, it's happening again." Roc said pointing at her small, taunt breasts. Mary looked down and saw her erect nipples, then blushed. Roc is growing up way too fast; I better tell him about the birds and the bees, before he grabs some woman and gets himself shot, thought Mary with lust as she gazed upon his muscular, toned body and his soft, yet still large dick.

"Listen up and learn Private. What you saw earlier were men and women having sex. These", she pointed to her firm breasts, "are called tits. Only women have them." I had better not tell him about hermaphrodites or transvestites don't want to confuse the boy. "These caps on the tits are called nipples. They get pointy for all kinds of reasons. The pointier they are the more sensitive they are, so be gentle.

That jumbo sausage that you have hanging between your legs," Roc grabbed it and Mary nodded, "is called a dick or cock. It is used to bring pleasure to a woman." I figure the subject of homosexuals can wait too. "The cock is put in one of three places on a woman, her pussy or vagina," Mary pointed with her finger, "her mouth or her asshole. The pussy is the primary place to put the cock. Do you have any questions?" Mary took his dumbfounded look as a "no." She led him under the drying panel, and then they walked back into the barracks.

"Get your gear on and we'll get some chow. Private." Mary opened her storage space and started to get dressed. Roc pulled on his pants and shirt; he then bent down to pull his jump boots out. His too small shirt ripped up the back with a loud tearing sound. Roc looked over at Mary, unable to put his thoughts into words. She just finished dressing and shook her head. He next tried to put on his boots, but they were also too small. Mary was fully dressed, but Roc was just standing there looking confused in his too short, too tight pants and ripped short sleeve shirt.

"OK Private, we'll have to skip breakfast for now, we need to swing by the quartermasters and get you properly dressed before some officer sees you. And don't bend over or we could get in more trouble." Mary led the way, her walking turning into marching almost unconsciously. Roc tried to walk/march as she was, but he was woefully out of step.

When she went past a trio of Fleet Marines, her 'bullshit' alarm went off. Mary halted and turned around. As she had expected the grunts had Roc cornered and were 'figuratively' tearing him a new ass-hole, berating him about the condition of his uniform and slapping him around a little. Mary growled at the Fleet Marines with her fist clenched, "He's my toy soldier; you keep your hands off, assholes!" The grunts just shrugged and started on their way. She fired an epitaph after the retreating grunts, "I'll beat him if and when he needs it!" Then she yelled at Roc, "Stay closer to me, that way you won't get into so much trouble."

At the quartermasters, Mary browbeat the clerk into agreeing with her and issuing Roc clothes and shoes that actually fit by showing him the state of Roc's current uniform and turning the old uniform in for credit. Mary was glad that the clerk wasn't a woman, or she might never have gotten Roc dressed and out of there. Mary stared at his naked and partially clothed body the entire time. After all, I am responsible for him. Once his uniform was squared away, Mary used a rank chart to show him who he had to salute (officers), who he had to listen to (officers and herself) and who he had to defer to (just about everyone).

Being who she was, a decorated combat veteran and someone who would not take no for an answer, Mary stopped by the chow hall and got them something to eat. Roc scarfed down everything edible, acting like he had never eaten before (he hadn't). Mary tried to teach him table manners, but stopped when it became apparent that she might well lose part of her hand. Besides, most of the grunts she knew wouldn't even notice his eating habits.

Once the food was finally gone and he had stopped his feeding-frenzy, Mary took him to see the Lieutenant. The Lieutenant was almost pleased when he saw what his Sergeant had done with his new trooper; almost, because she almost had to break his right arm to get him to stop saluting the Lieutenant. The Lieutenant instructed Mary to get him weapons qualified, ready for combat, and, for God's sake, to control his saluting. They left his office without Roc saluting, like he was supposed to do, causing the Lieutenant to shake his head.

The next stop was the armory. Mary got him a shielded helmet to save HIS brain and HER ass. He tried out various simulators, but wound up being only good enough for a short rage, wide-angle blaster. He would be issued it the next time they went into combat. Mary was very, very careful when instructing him where to point it; and was very unforgiving when he screwed up. They caught an early dinner, he ate a little slower, and she didn't lose any fingers.

Mary decided to take another shower, and guess who tagged along? Mary had a thing about herself and Roc being extra clean. She decided there and then that she would try a more risqué dream for herself that night and decided to leave his as it was, but to add some discs on use, care and maintenance of the blaster.

Mary knew she was on the right track with Roc, when she woke him up the next morning and saw his cum-soaked body, as he said, "Man, that Blaster is one sexy weapon!"

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