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“Soldier, we need you to ascend if we have any chance of winning this thing.”
Lyanne tried to hide the way her breath hitched, giving a small cough to maintain herself. “Are you certain, Lieutenant? I’m sure there’s still some work our ground troops can do, is the situation that dire?”
Lieutenant Johnson gave a terse shake of his head, eyes glued to his communication device. “Don’t question my commands, soldier. If I say you need to suit up, then you need to suit up. Is that clear?”
Lyanne felt a pang of panic in her chest, the intrinsic fear of disappointing her authorities. And the terror of what might happen if she was deemed unruly enough for punishment.
“Yes sir, right away sir!” she barked, raising her arm in salute. Lieutenant Johnson barely shot her a glance as he stalked away, still focused on his incoming comms. She could hear the distant yells of other officers nearby, deploying and commanding active troops. They were a good three miles from the battle zone, but this was the closest an attack had ever come to their base.
“Meet the ground troops at the relay point for further instructions,” Lieutenant Johnson commanded over his shoulder. Lyanne barked her assent.
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Lyanne had many hours of experience in the mech suit, but she never got used to the process of getting ready for it. She stood with her cargo pants around her ankles, but she still had her tank top and military jacket on. Although she knew she didn’t have the privilege of her clothing for much longer.
She tried to remain as still and noiseless as possible as the tech assistant opened her up enough to accommodate the upcoming intrusion. His gloves, lubricated fingers shoved in ruthlessly and mechanically, stretching out her vaginal entrance. She felt her breath hitch when his fingers carelessly shoved against her swelling gspot, but he didn’t react. After a few more minutes of vaginal stretching, he moved onto her other hole.
The first finger always burned the worst, and she had worked with this assistant enough times that he knew to take it slowly. He slowly pushed one finger in, waited, and wiggled it around in a way that made Lyanne twitch. He glared up at her and she willed her body to stay still.
A second finger entered, and then a third. All three fingers poked and prodded around, stretching out her asshole appropriately.
After sufficient time had passed, he pulled his fingers out and bent down enough to closely examine her entrances and take a photo. He sent it to the relevant chat thread on his corporate phone to get approval that he had done a thorough enough job, to prevent any injury. She saw an immediate array of thumbs ups in response to the photo, including one from her Lieutenant.
The tech assistant stood and motioned for her to step out of her pants, while he efficiently pulled off her jacket, tank, and bra. Soon she stood fully naked under his assessing gaze.
He gave her a salute, eyes glued to her dangling breasts. “Best of luck, soldier.”
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Lyanne marched into the cargo bay, mindful of every pair of eyes pretending not to stare at her nude body.
She made a beeline for her mechanical suit, but not so fast that she got written up for running on base. She tried to shift her movements to stop her breasts from uncomfortably jumping with each stride.
When she finally reached her suit, her copilot was waiting for her to help her into the cockpit. The mech suit towered over the tanks, standing at twenty feet, the cockpit near its “heart”. She stepped onto the glass skylift and steadied herself as it slowly rose, fighting the urge to cover herself from underneath. She could see a few soldiers pause directly under the transparent skylift, staring up unashamedly at her gaping holes.
After a few torturous minutes they reached the cockpit, and the copilot held the small of her back as he led her inside, one finger trailing down to rub roughly against her readied asshole and slipping inside. “Just double checking,” he commented, as if he hadn’t seen her picture in the thread.
They reached the primary chair in the cockpit, and she seated herself gingerly, already flinching in preparation. The copilot sat in his secondary seat.
“Ready?” he asked, and she had no choice but to comment her assent, refusing to show an ounce of hesitation in front of him. She knew he was all too happy to report her for insubordination just to witness her public punishment.
The assistant flipped on the switch, and the suit came to life, every display lighting up and audio comms immediately filling the space. The assistant typed a few commands on the console, and then gestured at Lyanne to proceed.
She brought her hands together and raised them upwards, and they were immediately snagged by mechanical arms and held roughly in place. Two more emerged from the floor to grab each of her legs and pull them apart, exposing her to the camera directly in front of her. She felt two round-headed joysticks mechanically emerge from the seat below her, slipping into her pussy and ass with zero hesitation and lodging deep inside. The head of each was so thick that she could feel them rubbing against each other inside her, separated by a thin wall of flesh.
Two more arms emerged from the console, long thin appendages covered in buttons strategically splaying across each breast, leaving her nipples untouched.
The mech suit stood, and she shifted her weight to control the joysticks and move them forwards and out of the cargo bay.
“Let’s get straight to the field, soldier,” her Lieutenant commanded over the comms. She glanced around the screen until she found the one of the situation room, where she wasn’t surprised to see her own video feed blown up front and center.
She shoved her hips forwards further to urge the suit to move faster, and they plowed their way out of the base. The momentum of the movement made the controllers vibrate inside her, her tits bouncing up and down with each step, the vaginal controller pressing furiously into her gspot.
“Soldier, we say copy when we hear a command,” her Lieutenant warned.
“C-copy,” she practically moaned. She could feel her own wetness starting to leak onto the seat against her will, shaking slightly from the intensity of the sudden sensation.
“I didn’t quite catch that, solider.”
The suit leaped over a ledge, bringing them down hard and somehow shoving the controllers even deeper into her. She felt the edges of her vision go dark, felt like the anal controller was about to lodge back up through her mouth.
“Copy!” she barked as loudly as she could, willing her body to block out the sensations. She could still see her own feed in the situation room, could see the drool starting to collect on her lips. She instinctively moved to wipe it away but her hands were still trapped, and her wiggling paused the momentum of the suit. She quickly reoriented herself to lean forward again and keep moving the suit forward, trying not to stare at herself.
When they reached the field, she could see all of the ground soldiers pause and stare back at the monstrous mech suit barrelling towards them. Their own soldiers started to whoop in excitement, and took pleasure in the shock and confusion on the faces of their enemies.
Lyanne knew that on the outside, her video feed was projected across the front of the suit, necessary for security purposes, stretching across the front of the suit’s “chest” in high fidelity. She tried to suppress another moan at the feeling of her holes being stretched to the brim.
The copilot moved his seat behind her to begin the targeting and firing stage.
His arms came up from behind her to hold onto each breast, his grip tight and sweaty. She could see some of the soldiers on the ground pointing and gesturing at the visual.
His fingers rested on the metal wires with buttons spread across her chest, fingers keyed up on each button. He began squeezing her breasts with each press of the buttons, left hand aligning targets and right hand firing shots. She stayed as still as possible so as not to mess with his alignment, but gave a small jump when his finger jabbed against her nipple. The mech suit shifted in response.
“Don’t move,” he barked, and continued groping at the buttons on her chest strategically. She tried to focus her mind elsewhere, but found it hard to do so with the feeling of the joysticks still nested deep inside her and the rough fingers moulding the flesh of her breasts. She could smell her own wetness dripping from her cunt.
The copilot suddenly grabbed her midriff and shoved her to the right, slamming the joysticks up against her sensitive walls and moving the mech suit rightwards. He continued firing with his other hand, shoving her around to move the suit in the required direction.
Now she couldn’t stop herself from moaning, each step somehow jostling the controllers even deeper inside her and her sensitive nipples desperate for each accidental bump from the copilot. She could see the head of the vaginal joystick shoving visibly outwards from her front on the camera feed, the rounded bump protruding from her stomach. She vaguely noticed the flash of fellow soldiers on the ground taking photos of the mech suit, plastered with her sweaty image.
She couldn’t stop herself from cumming, screaming out her pleasure, her wetness obscenely dripping onto the floor as her copilot and the mech suit’s arms held her firmly in place. She could see the camera shift downwards mechanically to show off the mess she had made, and she weakly tried to wiggle out of its view with no luck. She felt lightheaded as the sensations continued with no sign of slowing down, aware that each battle typically lasted for hours. She was only thirty minutes in.