Free Web Novel“Get his pants off,” Chloe ordered her sister. Her own hands were busy pulling Linhart’s button-up shirt higher on his body, forcing his arms upwards. “Oooh! His chest… It's so smooth and boyish. He’s even got a little hair starting to grow!”
Chloe had wasted no time. She had pushed Linhart down on the bed and straddled his waist. Her eyes were lit up with desire, and the sweet scent of her arousal was filling the air. A clear liquid was running down her thighs and onto his belly.
Linhart knew from previous experience that once Chloe had reached this point, it would be impossible to reason with her. Watching virgin Chloe getting so excited and touching his gently, as if he were made of glass, had flipped his switch as well. But all the sex he’d been having lately helped him to keep a clear head, and even in the heat of the moment, he was able to remember the important things. Well, mostly…
“Uungh,” he groaned as her rough little tongue licked and sucked on his nipple. “Girls, I am your Number 1. You voted for me, so you’ve got to listen when I say I want to bond with you before we make have sex.”
Eventually, he would have to wrestle these two, and put them in their place. But he knew that once Chloe’s sadistic side was aroused, he would be fighting her every day. He would have to bond with her before that could happen.
“Listen to him, sister,” Chloe said in a mocking tone, continuing to play with him as she liked. “He thinks he’s in charge.”
She sat upright, looked him in the eye, and gave him a hard slap across the face.
“You’re in charge out there, and those other girls will obey your commands, but when we’re alone… You do as I tell you, understand?”
The slap had left his cheek stinging. Linhart sighed inwardly, “Could you at least unbutton my shirt? I don’t want to ruin my uniform.”
“Ha!” Chloe’s hands got busy, clumsily removing his clothes. “You heard him, Zoey. He didn’t say no, so this is totally consensual. Plus…” she raised her arms pulling her own top off in one graceful motion. Her perfect little tits bounced on her chest. “If you don’t do as I say, I’ll call the others in here, and we’ll have a real team-building exercise.”
Her evil smile had appeared, and Linhart knew she was trying to scare him into obedience. Chloe thought she she could manipulate him, but her lies were so easy to see through. There’s no way she’d want to share him with the other girls. Linhart put on his best scared face.
“No, don’t call the others,” he gasped, “I’ll have sex with you… and with your sister. I’ll even do you both at once, if you want me to!”
“Yeah, you will…” Chloe taunted him, raising her leg high enough to slide her cute little panties off. She was left with only her skirt on. It tickled his chest, as she slid her wetness up and down, grinding against his body. “Zoey, stop staring and get his pants off!”
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Saya’s POV
Nothing was going according to plan today.
Saya was growing impatient, waiting around a table in the commons area for Linhart to emerge again. At first, she’d been enjoying her time, discreetly feeling up Drussus as she pumped him for information. But he was a dummy, only speaking a few words and gasping like a little boy at every little squeeze. Plus, he was built like an ox; too chubby to suit Saya’s taste.
No, the one that she was horny for was their new Squad Leader. The boy that reminded her of her little brother. Except for his eyes, which had an indescribable strangeness to them, he looked and acted just like Taro… or how he would look, if he were all grown up. Gods, was she screwed up in the head? She wanted to fuck him so bad!
“They’ve been in there far too long,” she said exasperated. “I’m going to check on them.”
“He said we gotta wait here.” Blythe looked at her with that no-nonsense, I’m-a-good-soldier look. “No going in.”
Arrgh! Saya was having the worst luck. She knew that if this bitch hadn’t joined the squad that Saya would’ve been made squad leader. Her years of hard training guaranteed her place at the top, and under her leadership they would’ve easily taken the top Squad position. But now, they’d be lucky not to be eliminated.
Her mother had been a famous Fighter, rising to the rank of Legionnaire, with 5000 soldiers under her command. She had drilled into her all the lessons her years of leading had taught her. Her mother had also taught her to never let a boy take control. She could still hear her mother’s words, lecturing her.
“They dangle their dicks in a girl’s face and she does anything they ask… I raised you better than that, Saya... Be strong and resist the dick.”
She was superior to all these girls here. And the boys? They were no more than team mascots. They were here to look good and to follow orders, not the other way around. Maybe she would get him a Healer robe to replace that ridiculous boy uniform. Her brother had always wanted to train as a Healer.
“We’re running out of time,” she burst out, slamming her fist on the table. “If we don’t settle our squad ranks in the next ten minutes, we’ll be penalized.”
“He said we gotta wait here.” Blythe repeated blandly.
The others, Nyx and Ayame were also tired of waiting, but they didn’t dare go against this woman. Their new Number 2. She was as hard as a rock, and about as smart. Saya decided to change tactics.
“There’s only one reason they would be ‘talking’ for this long,” she stated, “Those girls are having their way with him.”
Blythe eyed her. A twitch of her eyebrow was the only indication that she was suddenly alert.
“Of course, Linhart could take them separately, but those sisters… When they have an innocent little boy like him alone, they’ll attack him together. He won’t stand a chance.” She drove her point home by leaning towards Drussus, running a hand over his chest and flicking at his shirt buttons teasingly.
“Hey, back off!” Drussus complained, covering his chest and taking a step back.
“I’ll bet they’re raping him right now!” Ayame added excitedly, “C’mon let’s go in there and watch.” freeweɓnovel.cѳm
For the first time, Blythe looked unsure of herself. Then, with sudden decisiveness, she growled, “Stay here, I’m going to go check on him.”
Saya waited for a count of three before she followed. Ayame and the others were right there with her. She grinned at the ease with which she had gotten her way.
The heavy door slammed open hard enough to rattle its hinges. Blythe charged into the room, moving at a sprint. Saya was right behind her.
Her eyes locked onto the two girls, completely naked and kneeling upon the bed in the far corner of the squad room. It took Saya a moment to see that there was a pale figure lying prone beneath them. All she could see of him was his exposed chest. It looked like he was completely naked! His face and his dick were obscured by the legs and asses of those two little bitches, who were grinding on top and panting like dogs in heat. They were sweaty and their eyes were delirious. They must’ve been screwing him since they got him in here.
Saya felt a surge of lust rising up within her. She could only make out his slim chest, his pretty pink nipples, and his long supple legs… she longed to fuck him, now more than ever.
Blythe wasted no time. She grabbed the twins by their hair, one in each hand, and hauled them screaming off the bed. She then proceeded to lay into them; punching, kicking, and messing them up.
She didn’t say a word, but the grim look on her face conveyed a message. She was going to kill them.
The room had burst into chaos. Too many things were happening at once. Linhart, his face a mess of pussy juice and his big, hard cock swinging around, covered in blood and sperm, came leaping to his feet, yelling at Blythe.
“Stop! This isn’t their fault!”
“Saya was right,” Ayame cried, jumping on him with a violent embrace. “They were raping you! Are you okay?”
“Lemme go, Ayame,” he said, fighting her off, but the wiry girl was latched on like a parasite, her nails digging into his back.
Nyx had her staff out and was assisting Blythe in dealing out justice on the two little blond rapists. A bellow from the doorway that sounded like a dying wildebeest, announced the arrival of Drussus in the room. He took one look at the scene and swooned.
“Oh, Linhart,” he declared dramatically, “Cover your wiener! Your dignity is at stake!”
Saya pushed down the urge to join in the madness, though she really wanted to grab that dick, now was her chance to take what she deserves. She cast about the room for… there it was! The satchel!
She scooped the large leather bag off the floor, where it sat beneath a pair of underwear. They were Linhart’s. Without thinking, she had them in her hand as well, and she took a deep whiff, filling her nose with his boyish scent, before she opened the satchel and started riffling through its contents.
Linhart, still naked and looking sexy as hell with his muscles straining, was pushing against Blythe, gripping her by the wrists and calling for her to stop. Blythe was so in a rage, that she delivered two punches to his face before she even looked to see who was grabbing her. Her fists went limp and her face aghast.
“Boss!” she exclaimed.
“Damn, Blythe,” he declared, recovering surprisingly quickly for a boy. “You’ve got to watch who you're hitting.”
His lip was split and blood was pouring down his chin, but he was grinning nonetheless.
“The girls and I were settling a deal. This wasn’t rape.”
Saya couldn’t believe her ears and neither could anyone else in the room. The two offenders, groaning on the floor, were beaten to the edge of consciousness. Limbs twitching, the two of them were out of commission, but it didn’t look like they were going to die. One of them, her legs spread wide, had a rivulet of semen flowing from her slit. The vibe was rapey as hell!
Meanwhile, Saya had found what she was looking for. The rolled up flexigear fit snugly over her left hand. She was familiar with this kind of item, having watched her mother remove them from disgraced soldiers before. It was a powerful item but she suspected that this one was something even more than that.
“B- boss, I’m sorry I hit you…” Blythe stuttered, her stoic facade was breaking. “I fucked up!”
All attention was on the two of them. The girls were in an uproar, and Linhart was somehow still naked! His dick stuck out like a flagpole, and Saya felt a stab of envy as she watched Ayame’s fingers close around it.
Argh! She gave one more tug on the flexigear bracer. The positioning had to be perfect for the pins to engage. Unable to wait any longer, she pressed the trigger, only to find a red warning message playing across the bracer’s screen.
EXISTING MEMBER OF NETWORK MUST AUTHORIZE MEMBERSHIP. freewebnoveℓ.com
What was this shit?
She looked over at Linhart, guessing correctly that he was already a member. He had pulled a blanket around his naked chest and the girls were all fawning over his bloody mouth. Saya casually pulled his hand towards her and brought her wrist to meet it. It worked.
Linhart turned to her in surprise. “What… No!” he exclaimed, but it was too late.
The pins engaged, piercing the nerves all over her arm, and dragging her consciousness into the neural network. The strain on her psyche was too much for her to take and the last sensation she felt was the floor racing up to meet her.
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Saya awoke some time later. She found herself lying in a bed, in the same room she had been when she passed out. She sat up, her head pounding like a worn out drum. Something was different.
“Hey, you’re awake!” a familiar voice rang. Ayame was there with her, helping her up.
She thanked her. Her dear old friend, Ayame, was an idiot but she was loyal and they’d known each other since they were kids together.
“You’ve been out for 10 minutes. All the others are gone already. Except for those two,” she added, pointing to Chloe and Zoey who were lying in nearby beds. “Linhart was not happy with you. Started shouting about ‘taking things that weren’t meant for you’ or something.”
Ayame’s brown eyes glinted and she shook with laughter. “Believe it or not, he was going to stick his dick in your butt. You were out cold, facedown on the floor, and he was going to just stick it right in you! He said you needed to be punished. The girls had to wrestle him off of you.”
She paused thoughtfully, “Well, if that’s his idea of a punishment… Maybe I should tell him what a bad girl I’ve been? Anyway, in the end, he decided to punish you by making you Number 6 in the squad, and he made me Number 5, so I outrank you.”
“What?” Saya snapped, “How the hell is that fair!”
“Well, he made the quiet one over there Number 3. Imagine how angry the noisy sister is going to be about that? Serves her right, though… fucking him right here in the squad room.”
Ayame’s voice filled with regret. It was clear she wished she was the one who got some dick today.
Saya sighed and looked at the magic bracer that fit tightly and comfortably on her arm. She could feel something… A signal was coming through it, and she could sense it in her brain… horniness and anger? It’s like the item had a mind of its own. Why was it sending her sexual thoughts?
“By the way,” Ayame giggled, as though the whole thing were a joke. “I saw what you were doing while they were beating these two up. And I managed to do the same.”
The silly blond girl stuck her hand down into her shirt, fishing around for something. Sometimes, Ayame proved to be surprisingly observant. Perhaps she was smarter than she let on.
“Here!” she said, whipping out a pair of green boys’ underwear, “Whoops, that’s not it!”
“Give me those!” Saya snatched the boxers from her hand and gave them a sniff. They were definitely Linhart’s, her cute little brother-to-be, though now they smelt like Ayame's tits. Ugh.
Ayame grinned and dove down her cleavage again, this time producing a ball of flexigear covered in circuitry. “I stole it from his satchel after you fainted. Can you show me how to use it?”
