War for free love

Chapter 1: the proposition

The bar in Los Angeles I found myself in was a bustle of activity. I was sitting at the bar nursing a shot of pure Russian Vodka.
I should tell you a bit about myself.
My name is Captain Hailey Burns, former Marine Force Recon Special Forces.
I am five feet one inch tall. I only weighed a hundred pounds, with 70D breasts. Both my nipples and clit were pierced. I had mid back length brown hair, amber eyes and soft sexy features, but with a rigid structure. I may have been smaller than most men, but I could take down any man at any size.
I was wearing a sexy front close white lace bra, a white lace thong, black thigh high fishnet stockings, a black garter, a tight knee length red skirt and a white blouse. I had my hair pulled up in a ponytail as well.
I was nursing my sixth shot of vodka, contemplating my future when I noticed someone sit down next to me.
Six years in Special Forces had tuned my body into a fine instrument. I could gauge a person and determine if they was a threat or not in five seconds.
A gorgeous blonde woman had sat down next to me, and for the first time I actually had a hard time reading her.

"Looks like you're in the wrong place." A sweet voice responded from my right. Immediately I felt a flutter between my legs, and I turned to look at the woman as I downed my shot.
"And what do you mean exactly I'm in the wrong place?" I replied, a buzz beginning to form.
"You should be in my bed."
The direct response took me mildly by surprise for a second, but I quickly regained my composure. I scoffed as I motioned to the bar tender to get me another shot.
Although the woman wasn't wrong. I was a lesbian, and would often have a woman in my own bed about every other night. A long time ago an ex boyfriend had raped me and had left me traumatized, and ever since I had decided not to date men anymore, preferring the sexual company of women.
"Well I appreciate you being forward," I replied as the bar tender poured me another shot of vodka.
"But I'm not into women."
The blonde laughed as she looked directly at me. "Bullshit. You're dressed too nice for any guy, you're here by yourself and you're sitting at the bar. Thats all signs of being a lesbian."
I turned to look at the woman directly. "So you're an expert on lesbians and women? I doubt it."
"I was in the Navy. Office of Naval Intelligence. Ever heard if it?"
I nodded my head as I downed my shot. The vodka was now really starting to run through me now.
"Of course. I was in MARSOC. Six years. We worked closely with ONI."
"OK now I really want to get you in bed." The blonde leaned in closer and grabbed my free hand. Her perfume smelled so sweet and fresh that I couldn't help feel a wetness begin to leak out of my pussy onto my thong.
"How long you been out?"
"Two months, and not a job in sight. You think being a veteran would get you somewhere in the civilian world, but I guess not." I suddenly realized I was holding the woman's hand as well. But I didn't try to pull away.

The blonde nodded as she stared off into space for a moment. A few seconds later she turned back to me.
"You're a lesbian correct?"
This time I didn't deny it. I nodded my head in confirmation.
"OK. Well I got a proposition for you. I am a Colonel in the United Provinces of Lesbian Women, or UPLW. We are a paramilitary force made up entirely of women. We deploy almost anywhere in the world on covert missions, and pay handsomely. What rank did you leave at?"
"I left as a Captain. But I still want to serve." I replied, immediately interested in the job.
The woman nodded slowly, thinking for a moment. "If you do this there is no going back. Once you're in your are in for life."
"I don't care. I need to serve something or someone." I jumped up off the bar and pulled the woman to her feet. "When can I join?"
The woman giggled as she led me to the door. "Right now."

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A hour later we entered a private airstrip at Los Angeles International Airport. I gunned my Ferrari 458 Italia down the strip to a massive jet aircraft sitting at the end of the tarmac.
"Is that an Antonov An-225?" I asked, in awe of the massive aircraft.
The woman, whose name was Samantha Coleman, smiled and nodded. "Thats right Captain. And its ours." Sam, as the woman preferred to be called, sat up in the seat more as she pulled a pink dildo out of her soaking wet pussy. Sam sucked the dildo clean and put it back in her purse.
"We use it to transport heavy cargo around when needed. We just bought four M4A2 Abrams tanks from the United States Government, and need to transport them back to our base in the pacific."
I pulled up close to the enormous aircraft, noticing two women in black lingerie armed with assault rifles standing near the forward ramp. The nose of the aircraft was on a hinged system, and was pointed up in the air, allowing access to the internal cargo bay.
I turned the car off and got out. Sam did the same and led me up the ramp of the aircraft. I immediately noticed the tanks tied down to the bed of the cargo bay and whistled in appreciation.
Sam took my hand as the guards walked up the ramp as the nose began to close.
I turned to look into Sam's beautiful blue eyes and couldn't help but feel a shiver run from my nipples to my engorged clit.
"Come, this way." Sam spoke as she led me over to a set of stairs off to the side. We went up the stairs into the top part of the aircraft. I was taken aback at the absolute beauty of the interior. Soft white walls with soft white lighting was easy on the eyes.
White carpet was soft and delicate.
Sam led me to a room on the right and opened the door.
Inside there was a queen sized bed as well as a couple of night stands and lamps. The walls were painted rose red, with posters of various women performing lesbian acts hanging around. There was a bathroom off to the right through another door.
Along one wall was a glass case with various dildos of all sizes and shapes.
I stood in awe, not even noticing the pussy juices running down my legs and getting absorbed by the elastic band of my thigh high stockings.
Sam pulled me inside and shut the door.
Sam grabbed my face and pulled me in close and kissed me sensually on the lips. Either it was the vodka running through me or I simply wanted Sam, but I pulled her in tightly and returned the kiss, albeit more strongly.
Sam's hands began to explore my body, caressing my breasts through my shirt and bra, gripping my tight firm ass, and slipping in between my thighs to rub my engorged clit.
We began to make out and electricity rushed through my body, stopping at every sensitive area. I felt enlightened.
Sam suddenly pulled away, leaving me desperately wanting.
"Not yet. Once we get home." Sam turned away and began to undo her blouse. A black complete see through bra complimented Sam's prefect 40 C cup breasts, allowing her nipples to be visible. Next came the black dress pants, revealing that Sam was wearing a black lace thong, black thigh high stockings and a black garter.
Sam threw her clothes on a chair and turned to me.
"Now since you served as a Captain you shall retain your rank. We have roughly a million women in the Pacific currently. We have a large navy and air force. And we also have a substantial Marine force as well. Our SOCOM unit is fairly new, as many of our women aren't Special Forces trained."
"How many Teams do you have?" I asked as I began to undo my blouse. I pulled my shirt off and threw it on the floor. I began to massage my breasts through my unpadded bra and Sam smiled at me.
"Currently there are three teams of four members each in the UPLW. And I want you to be the commanding officer of the teams." Sam answered as she came up and began to unzip my skirt from the back.
The skirt fell to the floor as ireached behind Sam and unhooked her bra. Sam tossed the bra aside as my mouth quickly found its way to her hard nipples.
Sam moaned softly as she ran her fingers through my soft hair. As I sucked on Sam's nipples, every so often switching to the other nipple, I let my hand slide down inside Sam's thong and began to rub her engorged clit.
Sam moaned deeply in my mouth as we French kissed as I felt Sam's pussy juices begin to flow down her thighs.
I slipped two fingers up inside her pussy and began to finger fuck her. A sloshing wet squishing sound reached my ears, and I sucked even harder on Sam's nipples.
I pulled away and began to go to my knees, but Sam suddenly stopped me as she grabbed my chin.
"No, I'm in control here." Sam led me to the bed and pushed me down, albeit not so gently. She got down on her knees and spread my legs. I moaned softly and bit my bottom lip as Sam began to kiss the insides of my thighs above my stockings. Suddenly Sam pulled my thong to the side and began to suck on my engorged clit.
The move caught me by surprise, and the sudden jolt of ecstacy caused me to arch my back and moan loudly.
Sam tongued my engorged clit, sending pleasure waves rocking through my body. Sam then proceeded to add two fingers into my pussy. She began to finger fuck my pussy, causing my juices to flow freely. I grabbed at the blankets and moaned deeply as I felt my orgasm begin to build up.
"I'm-I'm going to c-cum," I moaned as my creamy juices flowed like a burst dam.
Sam suddenly pulled away, and her warm fingers left a void in my pussy that needed to be filled.
I looked up at Sam desperately, and she smiled at me.
"You just wait there for a moment my dear." Sam then turned away and dissapeared into the bathroom.
I began to rub my clit as I waited for Sam. My thoughts raced through my mind. Mostly of disbelief, but also of wild excitement.
Sam appeared a few minutes later with a strapon. I eyed the contraption with a hunger and lust of a wild animal. As Sam got closer though, I noticed the cock of the strapon was very life like.
"Is that a real cock?" I asked as I slipped a finger in my pussy.
Sam nodded. "It sure is baby. Now before you get all freaked out let me explain something. We are an army of women. And as such we often capture prisoners in conflict zones. And those prisoners are thus our property to do with as we see fit.
Sometimes they become slaves. Or sometimes they will become a main course of a dinner. Other times we perform sexual experiments on them. Also there are places in the world where we have vast streches of land where we go on hunting parties. And these men are of course the prey. Can you understand that Hailey?"
I thought about it for a moment, then decided what the hell. I've seen men do alot worse in some of my deployments around the world.
Sam smiled and motioned for me to roll over. I complied and got into doggy position.
Sam slipped a finger into my slopping wet pussy, and giggled when she saw how wet I was. Sam then proceeded to slide the strapon deep inside me.
I gasped as the cock bottomed out in me. I felt back and realized the strapon was balls deep in me.
Sam then began to thrust, slowly back and forth. Pulling out until just the head of the cock was in me, then slam it back in balls deep. As time went on Sam slowly but gradually built up speed until she was full blown fucking me.
I had never been fucked like this before, either by men or women. It was deep and fulfilling. My pussy was completely filled with cock. My pussy juices made the strapon slide very easily in and out of me. I moaned deep into the pillow and grasped at the bed sheets, clutching them tightly and trying to hold on. Sam however didn't relent, and as the cock hit my g spot again and again I lost it. I spasmed and moaned hard as my pussy squirted hard. My pussy juices shot out and around the cock still buried in me, soaking both Sam, the strapon and the bed. After I finished squirting after what seemed like a couple of minutes, Sam slowly pulled the strapon out with a wet slurping sound.
I collapsed to the bed, utterly finished.
Sam laid beside me and looked me in the eyes.
"Welcome home sister."
I looked at Sam for a moment, before I pulled her close and kissed her deeply.
I was finally where I belonged.
I was home.

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