[BONUS] Command & Conquer: All the Sexy Ladies Pt. 4 (Patreon)

Here's Chapter 3, since I didn't post it up here back when I finished it.

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Even Jack hadn’t seen this coming, but to be fair, he was young and if the Allied Commander had one major fault, it was that he zeroed in on one problem at a time and went at it with a single-minded ferocity that would see it solved, one way or the other. The problem with this is that, he’d thought he’d been looking at the bigger picture when he concentrated on the Red Menace as a whole, rather than on each mission as its own separate entity. It was how he’d been so successful in the three missions he’d completed for the Allied Forces so far.

But the Soviets were not the bigger picture. They themselves were the single problem that he had ended up focusing on with all his mental acuity and cunning. It had left him blind to the threat posed by the Empire of the Rising Sun. Still, no matter how successful he was, no matter how much respect and loyalty he commanded, Jack was still just one Allied Commander. A rising star to be sure, but in the end, this wasn’t truly his fuck up.

“Citizens of the world. The Empire of the Rising Sun has Risen. The day of our destiny has arrived. Do not struggle against what is inevitable. You will bow before us. This is a message to the Allied Forces and the Soviet Union. Submit to the Empire or cease to exist.”

Emperor Yoshiro was a fairly imposing man, dressed in his ceremonial robes with that stony look on his face. Jack didn’t let any of his concern or worry show on his own face though, even as the recording shut off and Natasha Volkova turned to face him. The Soviet Commando’s eyes slide up and down him like he’s nothing more than an insect for her to crush under her heel. After a moment, the side of her mouth quirks up as she steps away from the monitor.

“So, you see why our forces will be working together Commander. I am not quite sure what value you Allies will bring to the field of battle, but I imagine it will be little. Still, these orders come from the top. We are stuck with each other.”

Even as she sounds so dismissive, Jack can’t help but enjoy Natasha’s Russian accent. He’s always had a thing for that kind of accent, in the same way a posh British woman would turn him on. Accents are just part of the fun, of knowing that he’s got something exotic on his hands. The Commander returns Natasha’s smug smirk with a casual smile, even as Tanya bristles at his side.

“The Commander has proven himself against your forces time and time again Soviet. You would do well to remember that this man is the reason you can even turn to us for help against this new threat. If he hadn’t defeated you at Brighton, you would be alone in this fight.”

Natasha’s smug smirk turns into a full-blown grin as she looks to her Allied counterpart with a superior glint in her eyes.

“And we would be stronger for it too. Still, you are right. The Commander here is the only one of your leaders worth a damn.”

She looks back at Jack as she says this and there’s something more in her gaze now.

“Mm, perhaps he is even worth something as a man as well.”

She’s flirting with him and Jack takes note, even as his cock begins to swell in his pants. He gives no outside indication of the effect her words are having though. Tanya certainly does however, rising to his defense and sounding quite chagrinned.

“You couldn’t handle the Commander on the battlefield or off it Soviet. Stick to what you do best and leave the winning to us.”

The way Tanya says ‘Soviet’, she might as well be saying ‘cunt’ for how much loathing and derision she puts into that word every time she uses it. Natasha looks ready to say something else equally as cutting, but this is where Jack cuts the conversation off, standing up and lifting his hands to quell both women, who turn to look at him. Tanya’s eyes immediately zero in on his pants, where his thick cock is currently swelling against his pants leg. 

It takes Natasha a little while longer to find her way down there, but when she sees it, her eyes go wide. Jack makes no attempt to hide his erection as he smiles at both women.

“That’s enough ladies. We have our orders and our mission. We’ll win this battle together. And if you want to see what I’m worth off the battlefield, you can come find me after I win the day for us, Agent Volkova.”

Tanya looks disappointed at the thought, a pout on her lips and her arms crossed over her chest. Natasha on the other hand, in her skimpy outfit (even skimpier than the allies, Jack hadn’t thought it possible!) looks at the Commander in new light as she realizes just how confident he is. After a moment, her tongue traces out to slide over her lips and then she smiles provocatively.

“We shall see whether you win the day or not Commander.”

Jack just smiles, while Tanya laughs, knowing exactly how good he is already. The laughter from her Allied Counterpart confuses Natasha, but Jack knows that she’ll understand soon enough.

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Natasha Volkova couldn’t believe she was doing this. The beautiful, short haired Russian Commando was loyal to her people and the Soviet cause above all else. And yet here she stood, outside of the Allied Commander’s personal quarters. The shared base that the Allies and the Soviets were using while they fought against the Empire of the Rising Sun had an undercurrent of tension to it. Many of the other Commanders had guards stationed outside of their doors to protect against assassination attempts.

This Commander though, this Jack Smith that she’d heard so much about, he had no guards. Though now that she’d seen the confident young man at work first hand, Natasha supposed she understood why he was so arrogant. His force of personality was something to be reckoned with at the very least, but he had a mind for strategy and war that she had never seen matched.

It certainly hadn’t been matched by her own Commander. Commander Nikolai Moskvin had never really had her respect, but she’d at least tolerated him as a superior officer. Now though, after watching him bluster and puff up his metaphorical chest at finding out he was working alongside Commander Jack, her opinion of the Soviet man had taken quite a nose dive.

Especially when Jack’s reaction had been so calm and cool and collected. By the end of the battle, the Allied Commander had had Nikolai eating out of the palm of his hand and she was pretty sure that Commander Moskvin hadn’t even noticed he was doing it, that he was instinctively following an enemy peer’s orders as if they’d come from General Krukov himself.

But then… if the reports were true, Commander Smith had beaten Krukov as well. It was the reason they’d been put on such a back foot that the Soviet Union had to seek a temporary truce with the Allied Forces in order to combat the Empire of the Rising Sun. This man, this Jack Smith… he was the cause of all their problems and woes. If she killed him now, would she not be doing her country a service? Or would they need him to push back the Empire, if indeed her superiors were all so very inferior to him in the end?

Still unsure of what she was going to do, Natasha let out a shuddering breath and knocked on the door to Jack’s personal quarters. A few moments passed and she was about to knock again when the door suddenly opened, revealing the Commander with a bland smile on his face. The first time she’d seen that smile back in the briefing room, Natasha had assumed him to be stupid, despite what she’d heard. Perhaps it was his peers that had led him to victory after victory, and the young man was as foolish and innocently naïve as his baby face made him appear.

She knew better now. After a mission where the man had essentially led her to victory in all but name, where she’d taken more orders from Jack than from her own Commander, Natasha knew that that bland smile and young face hid a real man. And as he ushered her inside silently, she couldn’t help but feel a spark of arousal in her loins, her thighs squirming together beneath her incredibly short mini-skirt.

“Agent Volkova. Are you here to take me up on my offer?”

Now standing near the middle of the Commander’s quarters, Natasha spins around and regards him in silence for a long moment. He stares back at her, smile still in place but with a challenge in his young eyes. She can’t help but provoke him, wanting to see just what he’ll do to prove her wrong.

“I have Commander. You more than proved yourself capable on the battlefield, but I’m not quite sure you can handle a Soviet girl like me off of it. I wonder, what do you intend to do to prove yourself here, on a very different sort of battlefield?”

She’s already decided to give him the first move. As he walks forward, she hopes it’s not something as silly as a kiss or a firm embrace. If the Commander cannot give her what she truly desires, she’ll still fuck him and use him up like every other man she’s ever had, but she won’t be happy about it. She won’t be truly satisfied. As Jack approaches, it certainly looks like he’s going in for the stereotypical kiss. Natasha is prepared to be disappointed, but instead he grabs her and spins her around at the last moment, a coil of nylon fabric revealed in his grasp right as he does so.

Natasha is surprised, both by the Commander’s aggressive attitude and his skilled movements as he plants a foot in the back of her knee and sends her down to the ground. If she was on guard, Natasha is sure that she could have reacted, but she’d resigned herself to seeing what the Commander was going to do and now she’s finding out exactly what that entails.

The Soviet Commando is now on her knees, with her hands tied securely behind her back. There are a few ways she could easily escape this position and in truth she has before, the few times she’s been captured by the enemy. This is different though, even if she has still technically been ‘captured’ by an enemy. She came here for this, though she did not know it at the time. As the Allied Commander circles around to face her with a more familiar smile of desire and wickedness on his face, Natasha shudders in ecstasy.

This is the other reason she does not try to escape her bonds or attack Jack. He’s discovered her biggest secret, though the Russian woman does not know how. Her legs are wobbling beneath her right now and she’s not entirely sure she could stand if she wanted to, with how wet and needy her pussy is. Because Natasha has a secret, one that ironically mirrors that of her Allied Counterpart, Agent Tanya.

Natasha Volkova is a submissive bondage freak and this right here, being on her knees, her arms restrained, at the mercy of a domineering, take charge man like Jack… it’s everything she’s ever wanted. Though of course, the woman would have preferred it be one of her Soviet superiors that take her this way. She was still loyal, no matter how much just looking up into Jack’s smoldering gaze was testing that loyalty.

If only they’d been able to satisfy her deepest desires, she would not be here now, bowing to the whims of an enemy Commander. Licking her full, pliant lips to wet them, Natasha looks up into the Allied Commander’s gaze.

“That was the right opening move Commander. What will you do next?”

He can do whatever he wants to her now and the thrill of such a thought sends pleasure rushing through Natasha’s core. Jack just stares at her for a moment longer before reaching down and beginning to unbuckle his belt. The memory of his cock outlined in the pants leg of his uniform during the briefing earlier immediately jumps to mind and Natasha stares at his crotch, the brunette excitedly waiting to see his length in the flesh.

He doesn’t reveal at first though, instead he pulls his belt entirely out of his pants and holds it before him for a moment.

“Stand up slut.”

They’re his first words to her since she’d entered the room and this gives them so much more power over her. Natasha scrambles to her feet, wobbling a bit on unsteady legs and her knee high black boots. He eyes her up and down for a brief second and then reaches out, his fingers curling into the top of her Kevlar sports bra. He tugs her to her and slowly but surely undoes the buttons on the front of her top, one by one.

She’s not wearing anything underneath. She’d never liked the feel of undergarments, growing up as she had. As such, when her sports bra splits apart and hangs off her shoulders, her large tits burst free, the massive mammaries exposed to the Allied Commander’s gaze. Natasha can see his intentions in his eyes and she steels herself for what is to come. Her legs spreading out and her chest jutting out slightly as she leans in to his first blow with the belt.

He slaps it across her tits and Natasha cries out in a mixture of pain and wanton pleasure. Being treated so aggressively is what the filthy little bondage freak has always wanted and now she’s finally getting it from the last place she’d ever expected to find such a thing. The young Commander continues to smack her across her tits with his belt and he’s in no way gentle about it. She’ll probably have welts forming on her sensitive breasts by tomorrow morning, but for the time being, Natasha is focused on the here and now.

Her legs are even more wobbly than before and even her spread stance won’t keep her on her feet forever. Each time Jack belts her boobs, Natasha’s naked pussy grows wetter still, soaking into her matching Kevlar mini skirt and dribbling down her long, bared legs.

“C-Commander, I can’t… I can’t, AAAIIIEEE!!!”

Natasha falls to her knees as the Commander hits her one last time, bringing her to a shameful and humiliating orgasm. The Russian woman shudders and climaxes right there on the floor of his quarters, her head tossed back and her mouth open as a continuous moan escapes her full, pouty lips. Jack stops his beating of her breasts and lets her have this moment, staring down at her with obvious disdain and clear superiority.

“Who are you?”

The underlying context of his question is obvious. He knows who she is, he’s asking her what she’ll become for him. Natasha isn’t that weak though, no matter how much she’s enjoying this. She looks up at him with some strength back in her eyes as she answers, though she makes no move to break free or end this whole experience. She wants more… but not at the cost of ALL her pride.

“I am Natasha Volkova and I am a Soviet Commando. My loyalty is to the Union. But you already knew that Commander.”

Jack takes in her words without a single twitch or change in his expression. He nods slowly in agreement as he fingers his belt and Natasha can’t help but hope he’s about to begin again with her.

“I do not see a Soviet Commando. I don’t even see Natasha Volkova. I see a woman, desperate to be taken and molded into something greater, to be put to use by a man who’s finally willing to do with her what she needs done. But before I can do that, you will have to submit to me. Shall we see if I can break you?”

It’s her last out and she knows it. He’s giving her one more chance to say no and after this, he’s going to truly go in on her. Natasha shudders at the thought and grins seductively up at him.

“You can try Commander.”

She won’t admit, even to herself, how badly she wants him to succeed. Jack just smirks and moves in, stretching his belt out and then wrapping it around her neck. Her eyes widen as he cinches it shut tight before she can even react, all one smooth motion. Quite suddenly, he’s holding her on a leash as he pulls her to his crotch and rubs her face against the outline of his pulsating, throbbing cock.

“I was wrong Agent. You’re not a woman, you’re just a bitch who needs to learn her place. And the first step to doing that is to put the unruly slut on a leash. You’re much more comfortable with a collar, aren’t you bitch?”

Natasha can’t help but moan at the humiliating, demeaning way he’s talking to her. With one hand always holding her new ‘leash’, Jack uses his other to unbutton and unzip his pants. In moments, his massive schlong is freed of its tight confines, left to slap down across the diagonal of her face. It’s just as big as she’d expected and Natasha’s nostrils flare as the Russian woman goes cross eyed to stare at it with unbridled desire.

Her lips part and her tongue slips out to lick at the underside. Soon she’s outright lapping at it like the bitch’s that he’s named her. Yet, Jack isn’t satisfied, not by a long shot. His free hand goes to the top of her head, where he finally knocks her red Soviet beret to the floor. The symbolism is not lost on Natasha as she loses a part of her uniform, a part of her identity. His hand curls into her brunette locks and he guides her forward, still holding her leash as he presses his cockhead up against her lips.

Natasha opens wide and the Allied Commander wastes no time in thrusting right down her throat. The Russian woman is shocked by his forcefulness, even though she knows she probably shouldn’t be by this point.

“Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!”

She chokes and gags on his cock at first, due to the sheer surprise of him fucking her face. But Natasha is no virgin girl. She’s not inexperienced in this kind of thing. It takes a bit of effort but in the end, the beautiful Soviet commando puts her seduction training and her own personal skills to good use, turning his throat-fucking into her deep-throating and swallowing his shaft down her esophagus near-continuously as he pistons in and out of her mouth.

She looks up at Jack and meets his eyes, seeing the appreciative glint there as she takes him down her throat with a certain professional aplomb. This doesn’t seem like the kind of man who would wait until she came along to fuck around. Natasha’s mind flickers back to the Allied bitch in the briefing room and she can easily imagine the blonde whore doing this for Jack.

She expects that she’s the better cock sucker though, and that thought sends a burst of pleasure down between her legs as she moans along his dick, continuing to swallow inch after inch of his massive, thrusting dong. This isn’t just an Allied Commander she’s deep-throating, this is a fucking man. Natasha truly does wish this ‘Jack Smith’ could have been born Russian. She’d have no trouble submitting to him then.

Now she has to fight the urge, all while enjoying the pleasure. It is difficult for her, as she’s longed for much of her life to be treated like this, used like this. Jack is awakening things inside of her that she’d buried in order to become the proud, female agent that she was today. Now here she was with his belt around her neck like a collar and a leash, her slobber dribbling from her mouth as his pistoning cock caused her saliva glands to become overactive.

Her large tits were jiggling up and down as he fucked her throat and slowly her drool was falling upon them, sliding down into her cleavage. He was brutal and forceful and in that moment Natasha desperately wished she could touch herself. But she couldn’t, not if she wanted to keep this going. She could have broken free but it would have ruined the moment, ruined the atmosphere. Natasha stayed tied up and allowed herself to be used by the Allied Commander to his heart’s content.

When he finally comes inside of her throat, Natasha dutifully swallows every last drop of his seed, barely any of it sliding out of the corners of her mouth. What does, she licks back up the moment he slides free of her lips with a pop. To Natasha’s shock, the Commander is still hard. She looks between his thick member, staring down it as if she’s staring down the barrel of a gun and then she looks up into his smug face, mouth agape and eyes wide.

“Who are you?”

She’s not defeated though, not yet. He won’t break her with a simple face-fuck. Her voice is raspy when she speaks, but her words are still clear.

“I-I am Natasha Volkova, Soviet Commando.”

If anything, his grin grows wider. If she had to guess, he enjoys hearing her speak. If he was any other man, she’d roll her eyes at that, the fact that he had a thing for her accent. But as he is instead himself, knowing that he likes to hear her speak in her thick accent just makes Natasha more aroused.

“Good, I’d be disappointed if that was all it took. Stand up.”

He tugs at his belt as he gives the order and Natasha is hauled to her feet. She is walked over to the nearby bed, legs unsteady as she ends up face planting onto the mattress, her ass high in the air. She groans as he hikes up her Kevlar miniskirt, though to be fair, the moment she was bent over, her fat ass and naked pussy were exposed to his gaze. Now they’re on full display as he grabs her delicious derriere and gropes it mightily with his free hand.

His other hand never leaves the belt and he tugs on her leash, causing her head to come up off the bed and her ‘collar’ to constrict a little around her neck as he pushes the tip of his cock against her sopping wet pussy lips from behind. The Russian woman moans wantonly as he savagely thrusts into her. There is no pause, no hesitation, no foreplay. 

The throat-fucking she’d just received might be considered foreplay in the end, or at least the closest thing to it that she’s going to get from this domineering, brutal man. The Allied Commander fucks her with hard, deep thrusts and pulls back on the belt each time he does so, lightly choking her as he pounds into her from behind.

Natasha gasps for air, her moans cut off every once in a while by the momentary bouts of strangulation. It only makes the experience more pleasurable for the Russian woman though and before she knows it, she’s climaxing hard around his shaft, her pussy walls clenching down rapidly and her cunt juices exploding out from the space between her lower lips and his pistoning girth.

The Commander just keeps fucking her, like a tireless machine. He’s deep inside of her one moment and the next he’s pulling out to do it all over again. Natasha groans and soon enough the next orgasm arrives and the one after that and so on and so forth. Her climaxes come swiftly and routinely and eventually, Natasha no longer knows why she was so resistant to his will. It should be her privilege to submit to a man this amazing, regardless of where his loyalty lies or her previous oaths.

Her eyes rolled back in her head and her tongue lulling out of her skull as his belt continues to dig into her pale neck, Natasha can only moan in a guttural manner as her fat ass continues to take a beating and her tight pussy is nonstop railed from behind. The short haired brunette is broken and still Jack does not stop, not until her rhythmically clenching pussy walls finally draw his second release from him, and his white, hot cum paints the inside of her womb.

Only then does he let her fall onto the bed prone, but a moment later he’s atop her again, sliding into her cream-filled cunt with his cock still hard. Natasha can only moan happily at the sensation, knowing that they will not be finished until HE is finished… and beginning to understand just how far away that is from coming to pass.

Several sexual positions, multiple orgasms for her and one more release later for him, Natasha found herself in Jack’s arms, her collar and leash still around her neck but forgotten for the moment as he holds her up in the middle of his quarters with nothing but his own strength and his hands on her big bubble butt. Fucking her as hard as he is, it’s perfectly understandable that Natasha completely misses the door opening and closing behind her.

“Tell me… who are you?”

The word startle Natasha out of her pleasured haze and she looks at the Allied Commander through hooded eyes. Her voice comes out in a breathless moan.

“I’m… I’m yours Commander. A-Agent Volkova, r-reporting for duty… do with me as you wish.”

He chuckles darkly and rewards her with a particularly savage thrust from below, bouncing her up and down on his cock a couple times in response to her declaration.

“That’s a good girl. It’s about time you caught up with Tanya.”

The mention of her Allied Counterpart hits Natasha with a burst of focus and she stares at the Commander with a furrowed brow. She remembered thinking that he was most certainly tapping that blonde ass earlier, but now she couldn’t help but finally feel a spark of jealousy at having her suspicions confirmed.

“Tanya has been my bitch for a while now. It’ll take time for you to truly prove yourself her better in my bed, won’t it?”

Natasha scoffs, even as Jack continues to bounce her up and down on his massive dick, moans slipping from her lips while she tries to speak her mind on that subject.

“That blonde slut wouldn’t know the first thing about pleasing a man. I promise you Commander, I will be a much better whore for you than she could ever be. We Russian girls are made far tougher than an American slag like her.”

Jack’s wicked smile becomes oh so very wide at that. Of course, Natasha has no idea that Tanya is standing right behind her in that moment with a strap on hanging from her crotch. She finds out very quickly though, when Jack spreads her ass cheeks wide and Tanya thrusts the thick fake prick right up Natasha’s poor little asshole.

A cry of pleasure and pain leaves the short haired brunette’s lips as she spins her head to look behind her with wide eyes. Tanya’s smirking face looks back as the Commando plows the Russian woman hard in her ass, all while Jack continues to fuck her cunt.

“Hey bitch. I see my Master has already had plenty of fun with you, especially if you’re already happy to call yourself his whore. But until you accept that your true place is at his feet as his sex pet like the rest of us, you’ll never be on our level. Don’t worry though, I’ll teach you how to submit.

“A-American d-dog! Ahh!”

Those are the last words Natasha gets out before the double penetration truly takes off. The Commander and his pet Commando fuck his newest conquest between them. Natasha can hardly comprehend the amount of pleasure she’s experiencing as the real deal plunders her well-fucked cunt while a fake, yet equally large prick slams into her back door with all the vigor Tanya can muster.

Of course, Natasha doesn’t know that Tanya’s strap on is a copy of the Commander’s own dick when hard. The girls had had it made shortly after Commander Hanley had joined their ranks and added her own paycheck to their ‘budget’ for such toys. By this point, Jack had the makings of a sex dungeon sprawled out across his sluts’ rooms, not that he truly knew it or the effect that he’d had on the women he’d made his own. All the Commander knew was that, when he wanted a specific toy to use on one of his whores, he got it.

Tanya and Eva and Lissette had all helped pay for the strap on though, desperate for something to use on one another whenever he was focused on a sole member of their trio. And use it they had, just like Tanya was using it now on Natasha. The Russian Commando couldn’t contain herself for long, soon enough she was climaxing hard from being double penetrated by two of the same cock that she’d quickly fallen in complete and utter devoted love with.

Once again, once she starts cumming, she just can’t stop. By the time Natasha is finally lifted off of the pair of dicks, she’s climaxed more times than she can count and her lower holes are gaping as she’s tossed bodily onto the bed. Lying on her back with her arms still bound beneath her, there’s nothing the Russian woman can do as Tanya happily throws the strap on away and strips naked as Jack stands there watching.

When the blonde Commando finally climbs on top of Natasha, she finally notices the spiked leather dog collar that Tanya has been wearing all alone. When Tanya notices her eyes on it, the American Agent grins wickedly and reaches up to finger Natasha’s belt.

“I suppose yours is nice, it has that personal touch to it, doesn’t it? But until you get a real collar, you won’t ever be on my lev-Ah~ Ooh, Master, yes, fuck me hard!”

Natasha can only watch as the Allied Commander thrusts into Tanya from behind, fucking the blonde right on top of her. At first Tanya is on her hands and knees and they aren’t touching, mere inches apart instead. But as Jack plows the blonde nice and hard, Tanya slowly loses any composure that she has and falls forward onto Natasha’s chest. Her tongue and lips immediately go for one of Natasha’s large nipples, encircling the areola and nibbling at the teat as their bodies rub together.

Tanya’s hand goes down between Natasha’s legs and she sticks three fingers deep into the Russian woman’s cunt. It’s certainly no comparison to Jack’s massive cock, but the way she curls and twists her fingers certainly gets a reaction from Natasha as she pants needily and humps her hips up towards Tanya’s questing hand.

After a moment, the blonde pulls her hand back and Natasha whines for a moment, until its stuffed into her open mouth and she ends up licking Tanya’s fingers clean of the Commander’s cum, scooped straight from her cunt. Natasha’s eyes widen as she realizes what Tanya’s doing, but she doesn’t try to resist the other woman. Again and again, Tanya scoops out some of Jack’s seed and feeds it to Natasha, who happily licks the blonde’s fingers clean. At the same time, she’s suckling at Natasha’s tits, all while Jack is railing into her from behind.

It’s a beautiful moment and soon Natasha and Tanya are both orgasming from the pleasure. Tanya’s cunt walls clench down rapidly along Jack’s shaft and she moans into Natasha’s breasts. Meanwhile, Natasha’s pussy is tightening along Tanya’s scraping, scooping fingers as she floods the blonde’s hand with sexual fluids once more. When Tanya brings that hand to her mouth, Natasha licks it clean all the same.

A few minutes later, with both women lost in the throes of ecstasy, Jack cums deep inside of Tanya’s cunt. When he pulls out, the blonde is quick to slide herself forward, a wicked grin on her face as she takes ahold of Natasha’s brown locks and presses her shaven pussy lips right down on the other Commando’s face.

“Here you go whore, you like the taste of his cum so much, you can eat it out of me.”

Natasha does so eagerly, even greedily as she laps at Tanya’s leaking slit. Jack spreads her legs apart, her black knee-high boots still on, and thrusts his cock once more into her well-fucked cunt. Natasha moans lewdly into Tanya’s pussy and immediately climaxes around Jack’s cock. Her body is too sensitive to the Commander’s shaft at this point, her holes shaped to take his member. Her walls suck him in and then tighten down around him happily, trying to milk his next release from him so she can once again experience the sensation of being filled with his cum.

Of course, Jack has already cum so many times. His stamina seems never-ending, but each release has taken longer than the last. Natasha ends up eating Tanya out for a good long while, bringing the blonde to so many orgasms that in the end, she topples off of Natasha onto the bed above her head, panting heavily from the exertion.

“The bitch… is a good cunt licker.”

Natasha is in no position to enjoy her meager victory over her Allied Counterpart. Her tongue stays hanging out of her mouth, licking on autopilot at a cunt that is no longer there. Her eyes are perpetually rolled out of her head and a moan is continually leaving her throat as Jack pounds her into the bed. Her massive tits jiggle back and forth until he reaches out and grabs onto them, kneading and mauling the fleshy soft mammaries.

Her legs are half-crossed behind his back and half shaking and bouncing with each thrust, her entire body has become nothing more than a plaything for him to fuck and enjoy. Just like the three women before her, Natasha Volkova has learned that her place is at Jack’s feet, worshipping him in any way she can.

When he cums inside of her, the Russian woman, far past ‘fucked senseless’ by now, cums one final time as well, her pussy walls weakly clenching around his dick and a quiet moan leaving her throat. She lays there, sprawled out with sweat covering her body, sexual fluids all over her face, and his seed leaking from between her bowed legs.

Her eyes flutter shut, even as Jack turns from her back to Tanya, reaching for the blonde and pulling her to him as she lets out a squeal of delight and glee, excited to once again receive his magnificent cock. The last emotion Natasha feels before she passes out for a time is that of jealousy.

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Hours later, Agent Volkova kneels at the feet of her new Master. Her clothing is completely gone, even her boots. Her large tits are on display and her fat ass rests on the heels of her bared feet as she bobs her head up and down the first few inches of the Allied Commander’s cock. Tanya is under her, coming from below so she can in turn worship his nut sack. Despite their rivalry transferring over to this as well, the two women are working as a team as Jack watches them with a satisfied smile.

Still, his hand in Natasha’s hair tightens and he carefully pulls her off of his cock. She immediately begins to stroke it up and down as she looks up at him curiously.

“Who are you?”

She shudders, understanding fully now. In this room, at his feet, naked as the day she was born, she is not Natasha Volkova. She is nobody but what he wants her to be.

“… I am yours, Master.”

His fingers massage her scalp in a delightful way and his smile widens.

“That’s a good girl. Now tell me pet, are there any others among the Soviets that could benefit from joining my… command structure?”

Natasha thinks for a long moment, licking her lips. The fact that she is basically undermining the Soviet Union by doing this doesn’t even cross her mind. She is broken and all that matters to her is serving her new Master, old allegiances be damned.

“… Commander Zhana Agonskaya, Master. I suspect you’ve seen her picture on our propaganda posters before.”

Jack seems to consider this for a moment as he continues to absently pet Natasha’s hair.

“The blonde one? The public face of your air force?”

Natasha bobs her head up and down, nodding.

“One in the same Master. She is a strict and skilled Commander, and a hard woman. But she would benefit from a man such as yourself taking her in hand and teaching her that her proper place, same as mine, is at your feet.”

The Allied Commander smiles wickedly.

“I imagine she would. Now that we talk of her, I’m remembering the posters more clearly. Does she always dress like that pet, or is that just for the cameras?”

“Always Master. Deep down, I am sure she is as much a wanton little whore as I am. She just needs to be shown it. Take her for yourself, teach her where she belongs. I’ll happily help you Master.”

Jack looks down at her with mild surprise.

“Happily? To think you would betray your countrywoman so easily… how far you’ve fallen my dear.”

A shudder runs through Natasha as he berates her for her shifting loyalties, but it does nothing to diminish the devotion and adoration she now feels for the man.

“I have had my eyes opened to the truth Master. YOUR truth. Zhana will agree with me, once you show her what she’s missing out on.”

Jack chuckles, a grin still on his face as he pushes her back down onto his cock. Natasha goes back to dutifully bobbing up and down on his shaft even as he speaks almost absently down at her.

“Then I suppose you’ll have to introduce me to her, one way or another. For now though, get back to work pet. Tanya’s been doing quite well in your absence, you wouldn’t want her to upstage you.”

A smug little grunt came from below and Natasha redoubled her efforts to deep throat her Master’s cock. She would supplant Tanya as her Master’s favorite. She would.

Of course, she had no idea that Tanya was the bottom rung of a ladder Natasha hadn’t even started climbing yet.