Maid-Squire Varrot

Wendy Cheslock. Eager tinkerer of explosives. Infamous for blowing her house to pieces in a common for her mishap in measuring the quantities of gunpowder used in her creation.



"Heeey Varrot! Heheh!"



A chipper Wendy was always a bad sign. Still, broom in hand, Varrot swept the wood floor of Welkin's quarters then held it upright and gave her superior the respect newly expected of her in the usual formalities. "Good morning Miss Cheslock. What business do you have with Lieutenant Welkin?"



"Heheh. I heard you were re-assigned, but I thought the girls were pranking me. Yet here you are, cleaning up after the squad like our personal housekeeper."



Varrot gave an abrupt cough to let the mocking in Wendy's words roll off her. "Yes, well I broke the chain of command and must carry out my sentence accordingly. I would expect any one of you to do the same when I gave you an order."



"That's right, orders," the slyness with which Wendy spoke was a more damning signal than her joyous attitude. "You can't disobey an order from one of us grunts, can you?"



Varrot's hand held her cheek, finger tapping the frame of her glasses. "My current duty is to serve Squad 7 in any capacity I'm needed."



"I thought so! Varrot, you're a very lucky woman, you know why?"



She didn't even want to answer such a loaded question. "Why?"



"You get to be the very first to try out an exciting new invention I've been working on in my free time!"



She sighed, bowing her head. "Miss Cheslock, the danger of your experiments"



"Ah-ah!" the shocktrooper wagged her finger. "That would be insubordination, wouldn't it Maid-Squire Varrot?" A grin coaxed to her lips when Varrot transitioned to an unwillfully subdued state, eyes cast aside to hide her unease. An expression made all the more bitter when Wendy patted her on the head. "That's a good girl. I want you to lie on the ground."



"Why?"



"The mystery is part of the fun! Do it."



The bomb nut put her increasingly on edge with these little games. A secretive Wendy was a dangerous one. Resigned to her sense of duty, Varrot had few viable options. Cool floor greeted her back as she laid in position, staring blankly at the ceiling with her broom to her side. She would've screamed out about the sensation of her legs splayed apart and her panties slid down them if she hadn't immediately felt something shoved roughly into her loins between. Instantly wide-eyed, she raised herself up on her elbows and glared down at the mischievously exuberant girl.



"What the HELL did you just put inside me?!" She moved to yank it out for her own safety, but her hands were soon intercepted by the bomb nut's.



"Relaaaax, I got this handled. I'm not going to blow up your woman parts."



"If you're so sure of that, Miss Cheslock, why aren't you"



She froze. The sound of a small 'pop' and the light hum of something jarring inside made her elicit a tiny squeak of surprise.



"Aww, that wasn't exciting," Wendy's melancholy perked up to proud taunting as she added, "See? Told ya I wouldn't blow up your woman parts."



"That's NOT the issue here. I mean, it is, but" she went still and silent at the sudden removal of the old object and thrusting in of a new one by a woman so sporadic and flighty that getting a few words of common sense in looked to be an impossible endeavor. She didn't even have the chance to struggle against Wendy's designs. This time...



"OH!" she gasped as pleasure literally erupted from deep inside her, bubbling out and making a last wash over her mind before dispersing in its entirety. When words came to her lips, she spoke them. "Miss Cheslock, this isn't appropriate behavior for a superior officer to engage in. This type of activity is sexual misconduct. If you continue, I will" She felt... "Oh no..."



The explosion vibrated the odd sphere embedded deep into her exposed cleft, and at the seat of her sex, made waves so strong she convulsed and heaved for air. Her hands patted her breasts for a return to normalcy, gulping down the passion burning at her chest and cheeks. She gave another glance down at Wendy and her cheshire grin. "What.. was... that?"



Flaunting her creation, Wendy held it aloft into Varrot's sights, the small metal ball gleaming in sun through the window. "You like it? I came up with this little ditty a few months ago and I've been dying to find a good test subject. See here? The container is so much strong than the gunpowder inside, it won't explode. I was afraid I'd have to try it on myself. Then you went and got yourself temporarily demoted and I had the perfect subject. Who better to give it a trial run than a sexless hag like you?"



"Sexless hag?!" Varrot said sharply with no small amount of indignation escaping the cracks of her strict, disciplinarian tone.



"Yeah. A woman like you. Unmarried. Thirty-five. Single. If my invention can melt YOUR frozen cunt, it's a masterpiece." She beamed at her accomplishment, expression shifting to a void coyness seconds later as she rattled the ball. "Of course, if you're so determined to tattle on poor ol' Wendy, I can take my business elsewhere..."



Varrot paused briefly, weighing the pros and cons, and at last said it. "Use me."



"Use you? Use you how?"



It was more than obvious enough that by this point, Wendy wanted to rub in her victory. Varrot swallowed her pride. "Use me for your experiments."



"Why should I? A few seconds ago you were ready to get me kicked out of the militia."



"What proof do you need?"



"Hmm," Wendy thought it off and snapped her fingers at the conclusion that popped in her mind. "I've got it. A few of my gal pals have been dying for some fun with you, but they've been too shy to approach you. And with good reason, the way you threatened me. I want you to go and beg them to open up. If you can prove you're not the frigid cunt I thought you were, I'll give you all the sex bombs you can fit in that underused hole of yours."



Despite Wendy's crudeness, she had something the maid-squire wanted. Badly. So bad her juices began to sully her maid skirt. A small part of her hated herself for giving in to raw carnality, but she couldn't stand to suffer the tiny vibes of need pulsing from her groin, its damp tuft glistening in the sun. "It's a deal... hey, what are you doing?! Stop that!"



"I DID say 'all the sex bombs you can fit', and I meant it."



Varrot groaned as the soldier cheerfully stuffed the small spheres one after another inside the has-been, triggering every single sharp twinge of pleasure she could before returning Varrot's panties to the proper place.



"Maid-Squire's pussy is loaded and ready for action," Wendy teased with a few last pats to Varrot's mound before bringing her to her feet, resting a hand on Varrot's shoulder. Her playful badgering seemed ceaseless as she came out with another line. "Be careful where you point that thing."



"Wh-what do you seriously expect me to do?!" Varrot blinked.



"I expect you not to act like you have that broom stuck up your ass like you usually do, and go have a little fun tonight with Cherry and Ramona. I think you can do that. Be sure to finish cleaning up after us grunts before you go have a field day with those bombs I gave you. Bye-bye!"



Varrot gave her broom a good, hard look, then trained her eyes on the bomb nut as she took a turn to the left and disappeared into the hallway.


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Story codes: F/F, Fmast, D/s, Toys