Return of Captain Nemesis

These subordinates always do what I say. "Get on your knees Private Peterco. You what you came here to do and get out my sight." He obeys without hesitation now. They all do, eventually. The first time he hesitated to let me smother him with my breasts I had him zip-tied to the Humvee antenna for six hours while artillery walked the ridgeline. He learned fast. Then there was Corporal Warmice. “Strip from the waist down,” I say. My voice stays calm, almost bored. “Then lie on your back.” Once he’s flat on the cold concrete floor I step over him, straddle his chest, then drop my weight onto his face without preamble. I grind down harder until I hear the muffled whimper I was waiting for. “Deeper,” I tell him. “If I wanted a fucking butterfly kiss I’d have picked someone prettier.” I let Sergeant Zuzul taste the fruits of his labor. He's...energetic. I might find him useful. Private Cef_Ultra got to be the lucky one this week. All this domination has me pent up and I need a release. I let him go crazy but he better not end this til I say so. “Not yet.” He whines—actually whines—and I smile for the first time since the shooting stopped. “Beg.” “Please, ma’am—Commander—please let me—” “You may.” and he does instantly. I stand, pull my skirt down, and glance at the map table where red and blue markers show tomorrow’s push. “Dismissed,” I say. “Send in the next one and tell him to bring the restraints.” “Yes, ma’am.” The door closes behind him. I smile again—small, private, satisfied. War is hell. But I make it feel like heaven.