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Breaking and Making Soldiers

Part 2

for Justacritic

by Draconicon

Skinny-Younger and Taller-Older moved quickly, soon arriving at their destination. Theo groaned as they brought the slab to a stop, reminded abruptly of the fact that he had been thrown from a massive height and broken something that was still barely repaired. His spine...

The hare stomped out the fear trying to rise up. There was no place for that here, no time for it. A soldier had to be ready to fight, ready to do whatever they could when the time came. He didn't have a squad to let down, but he was still his own squad, and he wasn't going to let himself down by freaking out about something that he couldn't control. He would figure out a way to handle this. He would.

That determination faced a test as he was pulled upright from the gurney, getting his first taste of just how much pain someone with a metal-supported spine could face. Just standing up made him all too aware of the weight the metal plates put on his spinal cord, and any plans for running had to be reevaluated. If it hurt this much just to stand, he knew that running would leave him in agony. No, no, he would have to find a different plan than that.

The ferrets led him step by shaky step to a new set of restraints. A pair of metal bars extended from either side of the room, each with a curve at the top and bottom that hummed with the same magnetic energy as the exam table in the other room. The twins pulled his arms up, holding them in place, and the metal shackles around his wrists pulled his limbs sideways. The metal clicked against the bars, and try as he might, there was no pulling them away.

As they pushed his legs into position, as well, his legs spreading enough that he was forced to stand on tiptoes, he tried not to struggle too much. Not just in an attempt to keep the ferrets relaxed and off their guard, but because he was entirely too conscious of the fragility of his own body. If he was this weak compared to how he'd felt pre-fall, then his ability to fight back - or even take punishment - was not what he thought it was. Theo breathed slowly, taking his time to adjust to the feeling of that chunk of metal in his spine, feeling it rising, falling, rising, falling every time that he filled his lungs. It had to be his imagination, but it almost felt like he could feel the heat of the melted metal back there still, almost like it was still burning against his spine.

The ferret made sure that his bindings were secure, then stepped back. They tapped a button on the wall, and the two magnetic bars lifted up. He was held off the floor, hanging from his wrists, tilted forward ever so slightly so that he hung down.

"Nnnngh..."

He couldn't stop the soft groan of pain that left his lips, and the ferrets nodded to themselves.

"Painkillers are wearing off," Taller-Older said.

"Yeah. Probably for the best."

"Doctor Vlad likes them to feel it."

"And for the sample -"

"Pity that they won't let us do that part."

"Well, we can earn that," Skinny-Younger said.

"Eventually. They keep telling us that."

"..."

"..."

"No," Skinny-Younger said after a moment. "Tempting, but..."

"But they'd do this to us next."

"Barely better than prey, in their eyes."

"Barely better than them. Hmmph. But -"

"In the future?"

"When he's done, yes," Taller-Older said.

The ferrets nodded to each other, turning and leaving the room. Theo hung from his restraints, no more enlightened than he had been, but more concerned than ever.

This Doctor Vlad wanted his subjects to feel whatever he did. Whatever that happened to be, Theo was pretty sure that he didn't want to feel any of it.

Not like I have much of a choice, he thought, looking up at his wrists. The shackles fitted there were too strong for him to break at the best of times, and he doubted that they would be stupid enough to leave him alone with something he could escape. That was how an action movie went, not reality.

The hare took a few deep breaths, curling his toes and tightening his muscles. Each time he clenched up, he felt some of the looseness and limpness of the drugs fading away. Things...ached, yes, but they weren't quite the agony that he had been suffering while attempting to walk and stand. That was something. It wasn't much, but it was something.

Spine's fucked, he thought. Arms and legs...not happy, but they're working. Head, neck...stiff, but working. Eyes are fine. Nose is fine. Ears are a little too fine...

Now that he thought about it, he almost would have preferred a bit of deafness at that moment. A dull hum had been rumbling at the edge of his attention for a while now, and with the ferret twins no longer providing a distraction, it was harder to ignore. It wasn't high enough to be called a whine, nor low enough to be subsonic and out of his register. It was just present enough to be something like white noise, but with a strange pressure all its own, weighing down on his mind and his thoughts.

The hare shook his head a few times, but it didn't help. It was more than an airplane drone, now, and it was getting worse, louder, almost like it was rumbling through the frame and through his body. The uncomfortable bone-throb feeling that followed left him gritting his teeth.

It was while he was suffering from that sensation that the door to the room opened again, and through it stepped a barn owl. Dressed in a lab coat over a suit of deep black with a white tie, the barn owl looked up at him with the severe, pinched face of the species, beak groomed to the point where the hook at the end took on a shimmer of its own. Talons clicked against the floor as the owl approached him, adjusting a pin on his collar.

"Hmmm...so you are our latest acquisition, hmm?" the barn owl muttered, looking the rabbit over. "In decent shape, I suppose...survived a fall, I'm told."

"..."

"And the silent type. Not so useful for notes, but then, you're little more than meat, aren't you?"

As the owl clicked his beak, Theo imagined several scenarios. How it would feel to snap that narrow beak in two, how it would sound to see the owl's face cracked...

And how those talons would feel cutting through his flesh if he fought back at that moment. He was helpless, arms spread, spread-eagle, and his belly was almost like a tempting beacon for a predator if he started thinking too aggressive.

Instincts. Those are instincts. Ignore them, the hare told himself, but those instincts were the result of thousands of years of prey species running before those with claws and beaks, before those that ate them on the regular. He couldn't quite stop himself from twitching, nor keep his ears from falling flat over his head in barely-disguised fear.

However, that seemed to save him. The owl nodded in approval.

"Hmmm. You know your place. That's good...that's very good. The Society won't have to teach you that."

"...The Society?" Theo asked.

"So you can talk. The fall didn't rob you of that."

"..."

"But not for conversation. I find that I like this." The owl chuckled, the sound higher than expected, almost chirpy. "Meat that knows its place is far preferable to one that has to be taught."

The owl circled him, leaning forward with a bit of a hunch to his shoulders. As he did, the flowing lab coat pressed tighter to his frame, and Theo realized that the bird was a great deal bulkier than he'd initially assumed. The owl's shoulders were thicker than the captain's, and his arms bulged against the sleeves of the suit beneath the coat. His back was broad, and while his arms didn't end in talons the way that some avian species did, they did end with fingers that - while feathery - were thick enough to have a worryingly strong grip.

And one of those hands grabbed his ass. He gritted his teeth as he felt them digging in, groping him, making no effort to disguise the want and desire behind it.

"Mmmph..."

"Meat. Do you know why you're here?"

"...No."

"Good. Then my fellow Society members didn't rob me of the joy of telling you."

SMACK!

The spank rocked him and pulled at his already tense spine, leaving him hissing under his breath as he hung further from his wrists. The ache running up and down his back didn't subside, either, not even when the owl pulled him back by his stub of a tail.

"Now...you are being held by the Apex Predator Society. Do you know who we are?"

"...I've heard of you."

"Good. Then I don't have to explain just how much your survival depends on your cooperation, do I?"

Theo shook his head. The Apex Predator Society was somewhat infamous among the prey species of the military and upper-tier law enforcement, though most considered it little more than a myth, if they knew of it at all. The Society hid behind various fronts, always proclaiming predator rights and other such things through their puppets, but the truth was more sinister. They were a group of predators that took the inherent hierarchy in 'nature' and pushed it further. Prey weren't just not quite suitable for the upper ranks of any company or platoon. They were suitable as meat. Not slaves, but meat, non-thinking things that did the work that the predators demanded, and did not think for themselves.

The rumors of the Society had persisted long-past any attempts by the preds in power to dismiss their existence. Every now and then, someone in the upper ranks was exposed as having pred-superiority leanings, and the legend came back with a vengeance, but it was always pushed down by those at the top, dismissed as being a one-off. The fact that there were still prey that disappeared from time to time with Society markings left behind had always been brushed off as one-offs, as well, criminals that were trying to make a cause out of nothing.

Well, that cause was alive and well, apparently, and he was their prisoner.

Theo gritted his teeth as the owl's strong fingers reached between his legs, pulling at his balls through his underwear. Those same fingers drifted further up, touching his limp shaft.

"The inferiority of prey manifests itself in every part of their bodies, Meat." The doctor clicked his beak, smiling in that strange, not-quite way that all avians did when they were amused. It always looked like someone that couldn't, but tried anyway to fit in. "Whether it is in these lesser muscles...or your diminished stamina...or this...diminutive package..."

"..."

"No comment, Meat?"

"None."

"None? Hmmm, now that wasn't in the profile."

That confirmed that he'd been sold out. He doubted that the Society had many spies through the ranks, despite what the rumors said. That was a fair bit of paranoia, but that didn't discount the possibility of the upper ranks passing files between one another, using the Society terrorists as a way to get rid of troublemakers.

Troublemakers like him...

This transfer was probably a trap from the start. Oddly, he wasn't mad at that. Anger didn't seem to fit the moment, almost like he had expected something like that. There'd been too many times that he had gone against the brass, from that time when he stopped the experimentation on his men in the infirmary - kicking up so much dust and making so much noise that the upper ranks had to take notice rather than brush it under the rug - to the times that he had pushed his orders to the breaking point while still following them in order to keep his men from being put in suicide missions.

He'd pushed his limits. Now he was paying the price.

Not a fair price, admittedly, but a price. He should have expected something like this...he should have anticipated it. Was he blind, or -

"NNNGH!"

The owl pinched him through his briefs, pulling down on his balls ever so slightly. Just a hair more and it would have gone to genuine pain, but for the moment, it was still just a sharp ache. The avian leaned in, his beak clicking at the hare's ear.

"I was talking to you, Meat. Do you understand your situation?"

"...I understand...you have me by the balls..."

"That's right...but did you hear anything else I said?"

"..."

"That's what I thought. Silent, strong for your species, but as stupid as all other prey are."

"Then you should repeat yourself."

"I'll have to, if you're too stupid to listen the first time."

The pressure increased for half a second before finally easing, but it was still enough to leave the hare's eyes watering as he felt the blood rushing back to his testicles. The owl moved to stand in front of him again, and this time, stood in such a way that thrust his chest forward, showing off his muscles more, making it clear just how powerful the owl actually was. Theo shook his head, panting softly as the doctor continued.

"My name is Doctor Arseny Vlad. Does that name mean anything to you?"

"...Yes." Theo nodded, and for the first time, he felt the fear leap past his ability to control it. "I...I've heard of you."

Once more, that disturbing non-smile dominated the owl's face, where the eyes moved to imitate the shape of a smiling face but the beak did not, leaving half the face looking joyful while the rest was stern and austere. The predator reached up, gripping Theo's chin as he leaned in. The hare barely managed to keep from gasping as the sharp point pricked his cheek.

"Good. Then you know that there is no escape..."

Doctor Arseny Vlad. Of all the Vlads that he had heard of, Arseny was by far the most terrifying. A boogeyman in the medical circles, the owl was said to be a genius in all things pharmacological, with a particular interest in the study of how different chemical cocktails affected the mind-brain balance in an individual. More than one plague of drugs had been unleashed on neighborhoods the world over that bore his signature, always boosting the brawn of the individual taking it at the cost of their intelligence. More than one riot had been sparked, not through some rage, but through the sheer stupidity of the people involved that were hopped up on his product.

And he was a known terrorist, someone that was constantly interfering in the running of different governments, making demands of them before threatening to release his latest concoction on their population. Unlike other unhinged crackpots, he always got the attention of the government, and the silence of the news. Theo only knew that he was real because of one operation that had gone off the books, involving a friend of his. Another corporal.

Someone that hadn't come back.

Doctor Arseny Vlad, of the Apex Predator Society. Theo wasn't just fucked. He was fucked.

As the doctor chuckled, the bird stroked his fingers along the rabbit's chest again. Those thick digits reached for his nipples -

"NNNGH!"

And squeezed, hard, pulling them. Theo couldn't help but scream as he was pulled forward, his spine tortured as he hung on the edge of agony. The doctor kept on pulling, giving no mercy, making it worse and worse by the second, until -

"AH!"

He shoved back. Theo gasped as he was sent backwards, the bars spinning on either side of him, and -

THUMP!

He hit a table rising from the ground. Another exam table, another moment of dull, sickening pain as his spine slammed against it and the metal chunk pressed against the nerve fibers it was meant to protect. He groaned, his stomach rolling, and he had to fight the urge to vomit.

"Now...let me ease some of your fears, Meat." The doctor stood at his side, pulling a glove over his hand. "I am not going to turn you into a meal, as you might imagine. That would be delicious, doubtlessly enough, but it would hardly be sufficient to repay us for the effort of repairing your spine, and keeping you as a subject. Besides, heh, the risk of 'mad bun' disease is too much for me."

Theo knew - or at least hoped - that it was a joke. A simple joke. That hope wasn't enough to still his heart, nor enough to calm him, however, as the doctor continued.

"I do not expect you to be grateful. Meat doesn't have it in itself to be grateful for mere survival, though you should be. No, no. I expect you to obey."

"...I was never trained for that."

"Clearly. But you were trained to follow orders, and that is close enough."

"..."

"You see, the purpose of the Apex Predator Society is to encourage the prey species - such as yourself - to be more aware of their place, to willingly place themselves beneath the predators that should be at the apex of society," the owl said, pulling the partner to his first glove on. "But society has failed both of us. It has failed my kind by allowing your rise, and it has failed you...by making you think that this rise is natural, allowed.

"You will be part of the process of fixing that. My latest experiments have been quite promising."

"You think...you can change me?"

The doctor chuckled, shaking his head.

"Change you? The military has already done half the job for me, Meat." The owl patted his chest. "It has taught you to follow orders. It has taught you to give in and obey those that you consider a superior officer to yourself. It has ensured that you understand the nature of consequences...and it has taught you to treasure your body, has it not?"

"What do you mean?"

"Your body. Your muscles. Your...capabilities, I suppose," the doctor said, running his gloved hand along the hare's chest, slowly drawing closer and closer to the waistband of his underwear again. "It has trained you to push yourself, to always want to be the best that you can be. For whatever reason that you've internalized, of course, but it has programmed you to always be the best that you can be. I need not change that; I only need to change what you need to be the best for."

Theo remembered the few members of the military that he had seen hopped up on drugs that were ostensibly made by Arseny Vlad, and he shivered. They had all turned from meat-heads to stupid meat, little more than muscle that could be thrown into the breach. The good officers had discharged those that took it that far. The others...

Well, there was always a need for stronger soldiers to throw into the meat grinder.

"But before we begin the injections, I have my own needs."

"...Needs?"

"You do not expect me to waste the chance to enjoy one of the better Meat specimens that I've seen, do you?"

With all the pro-pred rhetoric that he had heard from the Apex Predator Society, he had never expected one of them to want to take it in this direction, and it was more than he was willing to accept. He gritted his teeth, pulling his hips back as much as he could, shifting them from left to right, but the magnetized table and the chunk of metal in his spine kept him from shifting more than an inch or two in any direction. Certainly not enough to keep the owl's hand from firmly grasping his cock through his briefs.

"And you will allow it, Meat. You have no choice."

"Nnngh..."

"When I am finished with you, you will find this quite pleasant. For the moment, however, you clearly need some...encouragement."

The owl slapped his cock, not hard enough to hurt through the briefs, but more than enough to make him feel it. He gritted his teeth as the scientist turned around, walking out of the chamber. The brief moment of respite was barely more than a heartbeat, however, as he returned with a vial that he was already in the process of uncorking.

"A simple topical sensitizer should do the job."

"Are you getting off on this, you..."

"Oh, is that anger I see?" Doctor Vlad asked, cocking his head to the side. "Are you capable of anger, Meat? Are you still able to feel emotions past that facade that you've been trying so hard to keep up?"

"..."

"Hmmm, I believe you can. I believe that you're feeling a great deal of confusion...and fear...and anger. You feel that this is unfair, that the APS is nothing but a group of thugs flexing their power over people too weak to fight back."

"...You might be right," Theo muttered.

"I am right. That is your belief. And it is wrong."

It didn't get better as the doctor's rubber gloves dug into his underwear, slowly pulling them down, dragging the waistband past his balls, and then pulling the briefs down as far as they could go without pulling his legs back together. They ended up somewhere around mid-thigh, and the doctor's rubber-clad fingers moved from his shaft down to his balls, and then further down, rubbing against his taint and getting one finger right up against his hole. The pressure back there was not in any way reassuring, far more insistent than even the most perverse prostate check back at the medic's.

"You see, Meat, nature has always had a process to it. Those that are strong enough, fast enough, or smart enough to flee or fight back have had the right to survive. Those that do not...have no right to complain when the predator catches them. Technology has allowed you the chance to even things out, but it was only a matter of time before we started using it to accomplish our goals."

"And what -" Theo hissed through gritted teeth as the owl upended the vial in his hands on his cock. "Ffffffff."

"Still trying to restrain yourself, are you?" Doctor Vlad asked. "Impressive. It seems that the military has offered your body some discipline, though your mind is still hardly capable of using it properly."

The liquid was cold, at first, but it rapidly warmed to body temperature and just past it. Theo was no stranger to lubes that offered some new stimulation - alone in the barracks, you did what you could to keep those urges satisfied so that you didn't give in later - but fuck, this was different. It felt like it was forming a semi-shell around his shaft, oozing through the skin and going right down to the sensitive nerves that demanded attention every time that he went without for a while. He sucked air, his heart going from a steady, if slightly faster than average, beat to something that felt like it was trying to hammer through his rib cage.

"Ah...ah..."

"Ah, there it is. The same as all other Meat beings. You can pretend to be civilized, pretend that you've lifted yourself from your place, but the moment that a predator has you in their grasp..."

The rubber glove came down, gripping his cock. A single stroke was all that was needed to force him to full size, leaving him gasping for breath as he was squeezed again. His shaft felt like it was in the grips of post-orgasm sensitivity, the sheer pleasure-pain of that touch more than enough to leave him gasping for breath, his eyes rolling back at the painful touch that nonetheless refused to let him go soft.

The oozing liquid ran down his shaft, the foreskin pulling down to just under his head in its wrinkly way. His shaft throbbed, pulsing in the doctor's firm, rubber grip, and he hissed again as the hand moved up, over the head, the frictionless palm stroking right over the head of his shaft and -

"NNNNNNNNGH!"

A humiliating whine escaped his lips as Doctor Vlad teased him, stroking him, polishing the head of his cock in a rippling, endless wave of pleasure that refused to stop. It was nothing more than a casual rolling of the hand from side to side, polishing and stroking and smoothing the head of his shaft, but the sheer sensitivity already present and the agony of the hyper-sensitivity induced by the drug left him incapable of doing anything but -

"AAAAAAAAAGH!"

Screaming. Screaming at the top of his lungs as his helpless shaft was tormented, stroked, teased. One hand at the base holding it in place, the other rolling the palm back and forth over the head, polishing away like it was some little tool that needed maintenance. His breath came and went, his eyes flickered as he strained to look down, but -

"You know where you belong," the doctor's too-calm voice said, high enough to cut through the rage-and-fear rumble of Theo's screams. "You know what you are, Meat."

"Let me go! LET ME GO!"

His pleading screams got him nothing, nothing but more of the same. Slow polishing, something that should have been boring at best, but was made into something worse than the most brutal punishments of boot camp. He could not fight that pleasure, could not hold back from it. He screamed, flailing against the magnetized restraints until his wrists and ankles were beaten and bruised. He didn't care. He kept trying, pulling and straining every muscle in his body, making each one pop out against his fur that much stronger.

With each scream, the doctor seemed to take some mental note, his expression never changing, his eyes locked on the hare's shaft, or on a particular muscle cluster, or on his face. There was never that smug smirk that one expected from a villain like this, but rather the scientific interest in what was happening that somehow made it all the more brutal.

He was nothing but another experiment, another set of data for the owl, something to be broken down and analyzed and perhaps made useful in another way, if he survived.

The polishing stopped. How long after? Seconds? Minutes? Theo prayed that it had been at least minutes, just so that he didn't feel as pathetic, but it was long enough that he felt drained. His fur was flat against his chest, soaked with sweat, and he could feel droplets of the same running down every bit of exposed fur and skin. It ran down his thighs, over his feet, across his chest and face and pooled under his back.

But the whole process wasn't done. Not yet. Not by a long shot.

Doctor Vlad took the vial again, tilting it down along his gloved hand. A thin stream ran down his palm, over his fingers and -

"No, no, not there, not - NNNNGH!"

Another scream ripped itself from his lips as the dripping cold liquid hit his hole, sliding between his cheeks. Once more, it was followed by the gloved fingers, not pushing in, but just rubbing around his hole, teasing the rim and soaking the flesh just between.

"N-not...not...there..."

"You will come to understand that your entire body belongs to the predators, Meat. You will give in, and you will be modified."

"Nnngh...ah...ah..."

"Hmm...Untouched until today, I assume?"

"..."

A little pressure, and he screamed again. Not in pain, but in unwanted pleasure. The only touch that he had ever had back there beyond the medic's probing touch had been one partner - one - that had offered him the chance to experience what a tongue back there felt like. It had been...weird, pleasant and unpleasant at the same time, but enough to offer him an erection from it.

This was worse. So much worse, because it was so much better. The hare kicked against his restraints, worsening his bruises, feeling his heels clank and clatter against the exam table. His cock throbbed, spitting pre-cum over his belly, carrying with it some remnants of whatever was in that vial, and he realized that he could almost feel the passage of pre-cum flowing out of his shaft. Some of the ooze must have run down inside his cock, sensitizing even the inside of it.

The owl never pushed his finger past the rim, never did more than the slowest of strokes up and down his shaft. It didn't matter; he didn't need to take it further. Every stroke was that much more torture, every little bit of pressure against his hole that much of a reminder of how sensitive he had become. No matter how hard his body was, it was nothing more than a toy in the hands of someone that knew how to play with it, and Doctor Vlad had too much experience to not know something so simple.

Theo could feel his resistance waning, his ability to hold back all but worn down to nothing. The only reason that he hadn't blown his load yet was because the doctor hadn't pushed him more than the slightest amount, always giving him nothing more than the barest hint of any pressure, but the chemicals were pushing him, breaking him. His cock bounced and throbbed with all the desperate need of a hormone-driven teenager, made worse with the hare-need to break and rut and thrust and hump away at the nearest available hole. His eyes were rolling back in their sockets again, his breath coming deep and fast, hot and harsh.

And then, with one last stroke, he lost it.

"NNNNNGH!"

Theo couldn't even hunch his hips forward to thrust away, pinned as he was. He could only squirm, wriggling with his hips pinned against the table as he was made to cum. One long string of seed shot through the air, almost hitting the ceiling above him, while the next just fell down. The doctor pulled his cock downwards, pointing it between his own legs, and Theo hissed as it kept trying to rise. The natural position for his shaft should have been far higher, but it was held down, used as one more tool.

He kept cumming, his cock pulsing away, staining the table. His balls felt like they were shrinking, forced to empty everything that they had inside, and it was...it was intense, too intense for him to take without shivering and panting and feeling like he was going to pass out.

Finally, it was over, and he was barely conscious. His head rolled on his shoulders, his heart still racing in his lungs. The absence of stimulation was almost as bad as the presence of it, and he whimpered against his will as that rubber glove finally released him.

He watched the doctor carefully remove the gloves, tossing them in a trash bin before reaching towards the ceiling. Theo was too weak to follow the gesture, groaning as he let his head roll to the side.

"That will serve as a baseline, Meat."

"Nnngh..."

"You have some stamina, though it is eminently improvable."

"Nnngh...mmmph..."

"I assume that you are trying to summon an insult of some sort. I suggest that you don't try and ruin my half-decent opinion of your qualities. You may become a very useful piece of Meat if you actually take to the training and the experiments I have in mind, and I would like to think that you would like to improve yourself."

"..."

"That's better. Now, let us begin the mental conditioning."

Theo didn't have it in him to fight back as his head was tilted upward, his muzzle pointed towards a metal mask slowly descending toward him. The eye-holes were already glowing and swirling with light, with words that were popping in and out of existence too fast for him to consciously read them. A slow hiss of gasses were pulsing through the muzzle hole of the mask, but by the time that he realized what it was for, it was too late. The mask had already been fitted to his face, tied around the back of his head, and secured.

Even as he was lifted up to hang from his wrists again, his cock idly drooling to the floor, images began to pulse through the lenses. Images of prey under preds...and many of them in rather sexual positions of servitude.

No...no...

Theo groaned, the hare trying to hold tight to what was wrong with this, but he didn't know how long he would be able to hold out. He just hoped, prayed, that it would be long enough to get some fresh air before the mask could do much to him.

The End

Summary: Theo's captivity begins in earnest under the experiments of one Doctor Arseny Vlad.

Tags: M/M, Bondage, Speciesism, Pred/Prey Bigotry, Rabbit, Hare, Ferret, Owl, Muscles, Handjob, Sensitizer, Polishing, Fingering, Aphrodisiac, Pain-Pleasure, Series, Military Themes, Breaking, Orgasm, Cum, Forced Orgasm,