"I, 30216937, Captain Tessa Smith have been having sex with multiple members of my own unit. This is of my own free will, and completely in violation of unit policy and military law. This fact turns me on.”

Just as she said the last part, a load of cum splattered on her face, shot from the man next to her. She flinched for a moment as it dripped down into her eyelid, but she quickly wiped it off with the side of her hand, then quickly lapped it all up. That was the last one; she thought.

Captain Tessa 'Tess' Smith, artillery officer, sat on the floor of her office. Five men from her company sat around her in a semi-circle, a sixth held the phone that had been recording everything that had happened over the last hour. Her uniform was strewn about the room; her bra and underwear was in tatters. She was covered in cum, spit and sweat; her mascara was streaked and her long blond hair was matted from sweat and in general disarray. She felt dehydrated and disoriented; and dream-like in part because of the shock of it all, but mostly because...what she had wanted for a long time had finally come true.

Captain Tessa Smith had been pushing her luck on multiple fronts for years; though now, in her mid-20s and a career officer, she had been risking her career with illicit and highly illegal affairs practically since she received her commission, her recent exposure by her most regular partner, a corporal (whom she only referred to as 'Corporal') whose stripper girlfriend had figured out the affair and blackmailed her into being a stripper at a local sleazy club in a private VIP room on the weekends had started to press the boundaries of her ability to keep her life together. That all of the regular weekend strippers at the club had enjoyed making her the bitch of the group had not helped, but they seemed content with taking her earnings and tormenting her on her weekly Friday or Saturday evening shift for the time being. Moonlighting for any sort of paid work had to approved by her superior officer; she could be disciplined and at the very least be demoted just for not reporting that she was working a shift job in her off-hours, let alone working as a military-themed stripper who went by the name 'Major Titz'. It was a mainstream news, tabloid and social media disaster waiting to happen. The prudent thing to do would have been to take out a loan and pay off her extortionists, but instead, she found that the whole process turned her on; to the point that she even worked two weekend shifts at the club whenever she could. She loved the thrill of it; it made her more confident, not less, in her affair with The Corporal. To make matters even more complicated, she had begun to tease and flaunt him with her extra daliances on the raunchiest of dating apps. He took them as a teased cat might; annoyed but patiently waiting for his chance to strike back. Recently, she had begun to suspect others in his squad were in on it: looks and hints of looks, the subtlest of changes in their demeanor, a few possible double entendres had been simmering for the past few weeks, and she had been forced, more than once, to single out a few of her men with some warnings to knock it off.

This weekend, however, she had been forced to work. It coincided with The Corporal being unavailable the past few days due to an off-base training, and then an unusual dry spell with her hook-up escapades. Frustrated with her inability to get off base, she had snapped at The Corporal after he had returned to base when he had made a quip about getting ready for a fun weekend, and Captain Tess, edged and frustrated, had got her own back by making a snap inspection of her company. The Corporal's fire-team for their artillery piece had made a few minor safety protocol errors, and Captain Tess pounced on the opportunity."Inspection on Monday morning; full dress. You'll spend the weekend preparing for it. Leave is cancelled."

In retrospect, she should have recognized that something was amiss with the way The Corporal and his gun crew responded. Instead of grumbling or worse, they had all fallen silent. Too silent.

Captain Tess had been at her desk late into that Saturday evening, finishing up some paperwork when she heard somone badge in to the front. She had been the only one in the office all day, and had spent most of it scrolling through her phone and half-heartedly finishing up paperwork as she planned her next weekend holiday with The Corporal. He was learning his lesson this weekend, she thought; he'd be ready to ravish her. Next weekend sounded good. So it was with some surprise when she looked up to see The Corporal and the other five men in his gun crew. They were all in civilian clothes, but held large plastic retail shopping bags which looked as if they held boots and uniforms. Puzzled at first, she briefly wondered if they were staging some sort of mass protest."Corporal, what is the meaning of this?" Captain Tess snapped. She stood up from behind her desk, knuckles on the desktop.

The Corporal smiled, then tossed a business card onto her desk. "Evening Captain; or should I say - Major? As in Major Titz?"

Her heart went into her throat. She felt her face flushed as she saw the other men, now standing in a half circle that arched her desk, snickered and grabbed their crotches. One of the privates known for being the resident tecchie and a bit of a porn freak was recording everything on his phone."I - uhm - you know...lads...let's talk about this. What I do - you, knew the rules about safety.""Oh yes we do, m'am," Corporal said. "And we also know that you're looking at a dishonorable discharge at minimum with your little escapades. My girlfriend will see to CID getting everything they need about your weekend activities to set you up right nice and tidy," he said. "But that's all in due time. We're here for something else.""What is it?" she said; her voice barely a whisper.

"You owe me and the lads a night for our troubles," the Corporal said. "So we are here to set things right with you. But don't worry; we are just about ready for inspection. In fact, we figured we'd show you just had good we are getting as a gun crew. Isn't that right, lads?"

Voices of murmured agreement rang through the room. They had started to move furniture around and place their bags in the far corner. Captain Tess felt herself go numb. Things were beyond her control.

"All right lads, prep the target."

Five sets of hands reached for her at all sides. Her desk was swiped off of all its items in a moment; an expensive laptop was miraculously saved only by one her men having the presence of mind to place it on a chair just in time. Her other items, and her uniform, wasn't as lucky. In an instant, her beret, belt boots were unlaced and tossed aside, with her uniform trousers and blouse being torn off. The trouser button popped off and bounced at the wall. Her military undershirt was next; two men tried to take it off in two diferent ways, until it tore at the armpits and a third jumped in to tear it down the side, then ripped it along the collar. Captain Tess tried to squeal, with some success, but the rags of her undershirt became a temporary gag as they worked on her sports bra and panties."A blue Nike bra and yellow panties? My my, these won't do for inspection. Get her garmin watch too" someone said. She felt these last two items of clothing both get torn off in similar fashion; the sound of the fabric made her bite down on the remnants of her shirt in her mouth. The socks came off after that. Now fully nude, she was turned on beyond all telling.

"Guns out, lads. Target sighted. First round, fire for range. Get Major Titz on her knees."

Six cocks surrounded her. Within a moment she had one in each hand and a third in her mouth. Someone else had pulled out the black band that held back her hair, and was now making it stick to the back of her head, as hard as could be. A thought occured to her that the only stich of fabric she had on was a single extra black hairband on her wrist.A game of musicial cocks began. She sucked one after the other, taking long gasps, with the cocks in her hands changing in rotation as well. The men were largely silent, stroking themselves to stay hard as they waited for their turn. She sucked hard, throating as far back as she could; gasping for air and diving back in with each change. Her hands took breaks from stroking to fondle thick, hot balls whenever she felt them get tired. Precum was already making her fingers on both hands sticky. She was vaguely aware the phone recording everything had been up close to her the entire time, even as she sucked off the private who held it.She averaged a few minutes on each cock. Lots of spit and saliva, and a little precum in her mouth, but no full loads yet. After the sixth cock went out of her mouth, she saw The Corporal standing in front of her. She spat out on her floor and wiped her hot, flushed face."What are you waiting for, Corporal?" She said at last. "Load me up. That's an order, direct from Major Titz."

Pussy, butthole, two hands and a mouth completely full a moment later, Captain Tess, now fully in Major Titz mode, couldn't move much, but her convulsing body let everyone know she was okay. She had been moved onto her side on top of her desk, with one soldier in her front, another behind, the Corporal with his cock in her mouth, two privates with their cocks in her hands, and the sixth filming with one hand while jerking his cock with the other. A sort of sign language code quickly developed; when she needed air, she bit lightly on the cock in her mouth. The men in her hands had to be the most creative due to the awkward position; one was crouched low, the other with one leg up on her desk kneeling in. It wasn't possible for them to be tugged all the time, as when Major Titz needed to be respositioned, she jerked harder and slapped balls. She felt the weight of her ample tits pressed down by the force of the man on top of her, and the underboob sweat making them glide around as much as were possible. Her anus felt like a shell had been shoved up it. Her mouth was raw. And her pussy....

It didn't take long for her first orgasm to come, which was the cue for another two to slip in on top and bottom. She was only put up for the briefest of moments before she was put back down, and the fucking began again. The second orgasm only took half as long to reach, but when it came, her whole body spasmed.

"Fuck, I am ready," one private said. "This slut has had enough pleasure as it is."

A round of agreement was voiced, and Major Titz was quickly pulled down to her knees. The private with the camera rolled it. Cocks all around her were jerking off. The Corporal reached down and, grabbing her jaw and pointing it directly to the camera, was about to say something to her when she beat him to it."I, 30216937, Captain Tessa Smith have been having sex with multiple members of my own unit. This is of my own free will, and completely in violation of unit policy and military law. This fact turns me on.”A grunt came, and a load of cum landed on her back.

"Fuck me," someone said.Major Titz said it again, this time as she reached out and grabbed a wet, hot cock with each hand.

"I, 30216937, Captain Tessa Smith have been having sex with multiple members of my own unit. This is of my own free will, and completely in violation of unit policy and military law. This fact turns me on.”Every time a cum shot landed on her, she repeated the line. Within five minutes all the cocks had gone off. The men had all left, save The Corporal. He was taking his time getting his clothes back on, paying little attention to Major Titz, who was lying on her back, her boobs resting on the carpet, as she wiped her face off. Her office was a complete and total mess. Thankfully, nobody would be in tomorrow. She had all day to get everything in order. That's when she remembered the six plastic bags in the corner that the gun crew had brought in.

"What's with the bags?" she asked at last.

The Corporal smiled as he slapped his thigh and stood up.

"Our boots and uniforms," he said. "You're pressing and polishing everything for us for your Monday inspection. I'll be back in tomorrow night to pick everything up. Make sure it's all nice and smart for us." He moved to the door. "After all, the Captain is a real stickler for the rules." He rapped his knuckles on the door, then gave a salute.

"See you tomorrow, Major Titz. Text me when you're done."

Now Captain Tessie once more, she sat up on her elbows with her mouth open. She started to say something in response, but The Corporal was already halfway down the hallway.

"Fucking bastard," she said.

Her phone pinged. Getting up, she went to retrieve it from her office desk drawer. It was a group message from the gun crew, sent by the Private.

"NEXT WEEKEND OFF FOR ALL OF US, OR THIS GOES ONLINE TOMORROW."

Captain Tess sat back in her office chair, still fully nude. Without hestitating, she texted back.

"BLUR THE FACES AND POST IT, AND YOU GET FOUR DAYS."

She looked at the bags. It would take hours to do everything. She better get started.Grabbing an ironing board, iron and boot polishing kit from down the hall, she began to tidy up the office and prep for a long night of work. Still nude, she set up the board and got the iron hot. While she waited, she began to sew the trouser button back on to her combat fatigues, but not before she streamed the video to her office LED screen. At the rate she was going, she would see it at least twice before she was all finished. That was, of course, not including breaks for getting off. Follow me for more short stories and more. Major Titz will return.