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Northern Ossuaria, home of the not-so-grand city of Rexwall that still somehow drew in tourists despite the international headlines. The Ossuaria Security Forces were at war, and sometimes the town would find itself in a skirmish, or a random mortar would fall on it.
Or, even worse, the fence would fail and a theropod would find its way in before a repair could be made. After the last incident with an Allosaur, which the police failed miserably to contain, the OSF established a permanent presence.
Danielle Marsh, buck naked, looked out from her fifth floor room in Rexwall, the island capital nestled into a narrow valley. Her hands found the rail of the balcony, leaning against it, feeling the thrill that anyone could see her bare form. She had the thought that this place looked more like a prison than a town.
The looming, sharp ridge that surrounded it kept it safe from the sides and back, and the fence from the front. It was safe, but it wasn't the gleaming, polished jewel that Danielle had read about in the job posting.
It was time to dress, and then spend the next eight to twelve hours being verbally abused by upright scientists.
"It's been calibrated, sir," Danielle said to the scientist in the lab. He inspected the device thoroughly, then began to test it. He gave a short nod, then walked away with it.
Clipboard in hand, Danielle wandered to the next task, making sure that microscopes were ready and turned on. "How are you getting on, Marsh?" Asked the assistant lab director, Walter Wright.
"I think I'm getting on good, sir," Danielle smiled at first, and then remembered that smiling was a bad thing at Orange Coral. Walter took her clipboard, looking at it.
"You're behind schedule. The quantum team will be here in two hours, get the capacitors checked and then come find me." He handed it back to her and Danielle nodded, her lips tight as she clutched the clipboard close.
"Capacitors, capacitors," Danielle mumbled, wandering to the quantum section. "Uhhh." She scratched her head, there were so many parts and devices in this section, and she'd forgotten what a capacitor looked like.
Head scratching, scrunching her lips side-to-side, she looked hard, trying to remember the rushed crash course she'd been given days before. "Everything alright?" Danielle whirled around, seeing a lab worker staring at her with an eyebrow raised.
"Groovy!" She said, giving a thumbs up and a smile.
"Riiight." He tapped his clipboard and walked away.
"Perfect," she said, finding the map of parts for the timewell. It showed the location of everything, including the capacitors. They were big, round, white, and she realized that she had no idea how to test them. She blinked rapidly, clutching her clipboard close.
"Sir, I haven't been shown how to test the cap-"
"Bloody fuckin' hell, how did you get hired as a technician?" He asked.
He stormed away, leaving Danielle clutching her clipboard to her chest. Lunch came a couple of grueling hours later, and Danielle held a tray with beef stew, sourdough bread, green beans, and sliced peaches on it. Her eyes scanned the cafeteria, looking for a place to sit.
Every table was packed, and Danielle would have to take a seat at one where a team of OSF rangers were sitting. "Excuse me," she said in a meek voice, trying to get anyone's permission to sit. They ignored her and she cleared her throat, then repeated the line.
One of the rangers, a captain, looked up at her. "What is it, doctor?" He asked. Danielle nearly dropped her tray, this guy had assumed she was one of the PhD holding scientists.
"Everywhere seems full, may I sit here?" She asked. He smiled, then nodded and looked at the men to his right, telling them to behave. Danielle sat down, picking her spork up to prod at a potato.
"Nothing to drink?" The captain asked. Danielle paused, palm against her forehead with a soft clap.
"I forgot to grab something at the start of the line," Danielle groaned, hanging her head. The captain looked at her, an oddly comforting, almost fatherly smile on his face as he pushed an unopened can of cola across the table.
"I can't, it's yours. I know you rangers don't get to come here often." Danielle tried to push it back, but the captain placed his hand on hers and pushed it across the table to her. Danielle looked up, their eyes locking. Her heart began to throb and pound, chest thumping like an engine.
"I don't like cola, anyway," the captain said. Danielle bit into her bottom lip, her cheeks burning a shade of red that contrasted brightly against the white of her lab coat.
She opened the cold, dripping can, took a single sip, then began to eat. The big digital clock on the wall said she had about forty minutes left, quite a long time to sit in this cafeteria. Occasionally she would look up at the captain, eavesdropping on the rangers telling recollections of their missions.
"They're so badass," Danielle thought to herself. She took a bite, her eyes locked on the side of his head, seeing the long claw-like scars running across the back half of it and down his neck. "Where did you get those scars from?" Danielle asked.
"A very angry Marshosaurus in a swamp," he said.
"Marshosaurus?" Danielle asked, having never heard of it.
"Yep, one of the worst theropods to run into."
"Heh, Marsh is my last name," Danielle said, finishing her food.
"Maybe you're related to the guy they're named after."
The captain reached into his front left pocket, pulling out a foil wrapped object. "Want a cookie?" He asked, placing it on the table next to her tray. Danielle looked at it, the label read oatmeal raisin with butterscotch chips in it. The captain and his rangers stood up, preparing to leave.
Danielle grabbed his wrist as he walked by, holding him back. "What is it?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at the young girl staring up at him through a pair of round glasses.
"Can't you stay? I still have a half hour and nobody to talk to," Danielle said. He looked at the rangers on their way out, then back at her.
"I uh, I can't. Sorry, doc, rangers gotta dine and dash around here, you know how it is if brutes like us hang around too long." He pulled his hand away and Danielle got up to follow him, not really knowing why.
"Well, can I walk with you then?" She asked, clutching the cookie in her hand.
He looked down at her, feeling her arm around his as they walked side-by-side. He let out a sigh, stopping just before the exit. "Listen, kid, you're about half my age, that's not a good look for me." He put his hands on her shoulders, making distance between the two of them.
Danielle unwrapped the cookie, taking a small bite out of it, a teasing smile across her face. "I like older men," she said, giggling quietly as she extended the cookie up to him, offering him to take a bite.
The captain's eyes locked with hers again, then he took a bite of the soft cookie. Danielle placed the cookie in her mouth, biting down on it to hold it in place. "Here you go, sir," she said, scribbling her name and the address of her apartment down on a pocket sized notebook.
"Come see me later, I'll have a cookie ready for you." Danielle smiled even as the captain gave her a deadpan sort of stare. He finally broke and sighed, placing the paper in his pocket.
"I'll think about it," he said, pushing the exit door open and leaving her behind him. Danielle took another bite, turning to see a few of her coworkers were looking at her from across the cafeteria, one of them shaking her head.
Danielle opened her apartment door and gently kicked it closed behind her. Her clothes fell off as she walked, stripping down to nothing within seconds. It was her first time living on her own, and she felt that clothes were oppressive.
She skipped softly around the quaint little apartment, a whimsical rainbow watering can in hand as she tended to all her houseplants. The hydrangeas, the bush-type cucumber plant, the pepper plant, and the dinosaur kale in a large pot.
She swept, cleaned, then ran a finger over the books on her bookshelf, picking one at random with her eyes closed. She clutched it tight to her bare chest, cracking it open on the sofa under a dim amber lamp.
An hour went by, then two, and just as the sun began to set in a vibrant performance of red and orange rays, there was a knock on her door. It took a moment for the sound to register, she never had guests.
Bookmark in place, Danielle got up and looked through the peephole, seeing the captain on the other side. She bit her bottom lip, opening the door just as he turned to leave. He was a few steps away when she peeked her head out. "Noooo, come back!" She teased, smiling at him.
All he could see was her head, but as he turned back she stepped into the doorway, showing her slender, pale, naked body. Her brown hair flowed down her shoulders to pink nipples just above tight abs with defined vertical lines in them.
"I'm Danielle, you can call me Dani," she said, beaming at him.
"I'll call you Dani," he said, looking her over, then resting his hands on her tight hips. "But only if you call me Daddy," he said, looking into her eyes, hand brushing her hair back. Danielle melted instantly, nuzzling against his rough, calloused hand.
She pulled him into her apartment and shut the door, leading him by the hand. Danielle bit her lip again, looking him over, hands roaming under his shirt to feel hard abs and the raised scars he'd incurred in his role.
He pulled the shirt off and Danielle went to work on the heavy battle belt around his waist, unable to figure out exactly how it unbuckled. She pouted, looking cute. "You know how to use all those million dollar machines but not a belt, huh?" He joked, flipping a small locking lever across the front of the buckle that kept it secure. It was a necessary feature in case a wounded ranger had to be dragged by winch to a recovery vehicle.
Danielle felt his hand in the small of her back, traveling down to her tight ass to pull her close with a strong squeeze. He brushed her hair back and leaned down to kiss her, feeling her positively melt in his hands.
"How old are you, princess?" He asked her, giving her ass a firm slap while cupping her chin with his other hand. Danielle's eyes were half-closed, gleaming brightly with the dazzling colors of the sunset.
"I'm twenty-one, Daddy," she moaned, a lip bite and a giddy smile following after. It felt so right to say it, to call him Daddy, it filled her with tingling exhilarating to have a man putting his hands all over her, especially such a rough and dangerous looking man like him.
"You really are half my age," he said. Danielle moaned, feeling his fingers curving around the inside her thigh from behind, sliding between the lips of her pussy.
"How old, Daddy?" Danielle asked lustfully.
"Thirty-eight," he replied, slapping her tight ass.
Danielle's hands were around his waist, pulling tight. She could feel all the equipment attached to his belt, including a large tracker knife mounted scout-style. She breathed heavily, hands around the top of his camouflage trousers, she sank to her knees, kissing the front of them.
He pulled his belt off and let it fall to the floor, then began to unbutton the fly of his trousers. Danielle leaned forward, pressing her nose in, huffing the scent of his pungent musk. "Hands off," he said down to her, pulling the fly aside and reaching in.
Danielle's eyes slowly widened, then shot open in shock. He yanked out a big, half-erect cock that he slapped in his left hand like a baton. Danielle was at a loss for words, only able to stare incredulously at the thick length of cock before her.
"Daddy..." She whispered, adjusting so she sat on her knees and raised herself to eye level with his big dick. He reached forward, wrapping his vascular left hand around the back of her head.
"Suck me, little one," he said down to her. Danielle bit her lip and reached up, wrapping a hand around the shaft to stroke it. She gasped and giggled, unable to take her eyes off it. Both hands stroked him, then her plump lips wrapped around the head, making her eyes roll back at the first taste of his cock.
He groaned, his hands running through her hair, clutching the sides of her head. Danielle felt his grip holding her in place, then she felt the thick dick beginning to thrust slowly in her mouth. Danielle went crosseyed, staring inward at the ivory tower stretching her pink lips.
She erupted in a fit of coughing, hacking up spit around his shaft while he held her down and forced it into her throat. "Yeah, give me that throat, little slut," he groaned. Danielle let out a muffled moan at the tone change in his voice, it was growing deep and primal.
"Fuck, you're such a good girl. I can't wait to feel how tight that little pussy is on my cock," he growled, wrapping her hair up in his hand and pulling her off him. She gasped loudly, a wet pop echoing through the apartment when the head flopped from her lips.
Danielle wiped the spit from her chin and gripped his shaft, stroking him hard and plunging her mouth back onto it. She bobbed back and forth, coating him in thick layers of spit that built up across it, glistening in the red and orange light pouring in through the window.
He let her work, staring down at her lust filled eyes, hand keeping her hair out of her face and away from her mouth. "That's it, keep going, get that dick nice and hard."
Danielle sucked him as deep as she could, struggling to fit more than half. He reached under her jaw, clamping the other hand around her head, pushing his fat dick into her throat until it bulged and cut off her ability to breathe. "Stay still," he said, caressing the bulge in her throat.
"Good girl." Those two words made Danielle's heart skip multiple beats, a sudden flash of heat ran across her body and down to her soaking cunt. She reached down, fingers flanking her clit, massaging herself as his long cock flopped out a second time.
She gasped loudly, feeling him grab the back of her neck. "Come," he said. Danielle crawled on all fours beside him, moaning with every step they took as he led her to the balcony. Danielle peered through the steel bars of the rail, watching a couple of trucks go by the building.
"Up, princess," he said, helping her to her feet. He spun her around, bending her over the balcony slightly. She felt his hands on her hips, a firm slap connected and she felt the sting of a red handprint left behind by it.
"It's too big, Daddy!" She gasped, feeling the thick head of his cock against her nearly-virgin pussy lips. She felt his hands running up her sides, cock barely inside her, spreading her just enough to accommodate the head.
While he was lining up, Danielle looked into the distance, seeing the rising heads of sauropods and the late evening calls of various dinosaurs that regularly passed by the fence. It was perfect, Danielle thought, watching that majestic forest of long necks bending to gather foliage in their mouths against the sunset.
"Shhh, I'll be gentle, babygirl," he said. Danielle felt a strange comfort in the touch of his hands that came to rest along her ribs. "Here it comes, okay?" He said, kissing her shoulder as he pressed his hips forward, driving his cock into her slowly.
Danielle let out a building scream that started out silent and became shrill almost immediately. He placed a hand over her mouth to silence her, his hips pulling back before pumping forward again. He pulled her into him, her back pressed flat to his abs and strong chest.
"You're so fucking tight, Dani," he groaned to her, letting his big dick rest inside while she clenched and contracted impulsively. "Fuuuck, I might not last long inside you," he said. His hips began to pump, hand still covering her mouth to keep her quiet.
Below them were people walking on the sidewalk, and cars passing by. Danielle could hear them but her eyes were averted to the reddened sky, head tilted back with a strong captain's hand covering her mouth. Danielle stood on her toes, and he bent his knees trying to stay level as he fucked her.
She clutched his wrist, begging him to let go of her mouth. With a gasp Danielle begged him, "harder, Daddy!" She was shaking in his arms, one of his hands across her fit tummy, the other now resting around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her feel pressure in her cheeks.
He picked her up until her feet were off the ground, carrying his new conquest inside, carry-fucking her the entire time. He threw her down on her bed, removing his boots and trousers. Danielle rubbed her pussy while looking over his extensively scarred body full of claw marks, stab wounds, and places where he'd had stitches.
That big dangling dick, though. Danielle laid back, feeling his hands spreading her soft thighs, the throbbing, leaking head of his cock stuffing itself back into her tight slit. She loved it, the extreme stretching, the brushing of a big bareback cock brushing against her tight walls.
"Fuck me, Daddy!" She shouted, throwing her head back, arching her body upward. He groaned and began to pump, feeding her hungry pussy his cock until it was bottoming out deep inside her body. Danielle's eye twitched with every thrust, the pain shooting up her spine, giggling wildly and moaning "yes Daddy!" over and over.
Danielle screamed freely, a slutty, almost maniacal laughter escaping her as he slammed his cock into her surrendered pussy without mercy. Her pussy creamed along his shaft, creating a filthy sheen of sex that kept him lubricated and helped him pound her faster and harder.
"Fuck, Dani, fuck! I'm so close!" He groaned. Danielle was miles away, screaming silently as her body went rigid, squirting all over him without warning. It went everywhere, coating his abs, her thighs, creating a nasty wet squelching sound as he continued pounding her tight pussy.
He grunted and growled, laying across her with her face buried in his shoulder. He was so big in comparison, his body dwarfing hers, engulfing the small girl beneath him as he buried his cock and felt his orgasm swelling to the tip, preparing to burst.
Danielle dug her fingers into his shoulders, clutching him tight with her legs around his waist. "Breed me, Daddy," she whispered in his ear, sending him fully over the edge. He let the first rope of virile seed spurt into her, then a second, a third, fourth, fifth, and sixth.
He gave her a final few pumps to work all of it out, mustering up a final seventh string of seed that spilled out into her unprotected, fertile cunt. Danielle lay beneath him, misty-eyed and panting, hands running across his sweaty body.
"Thank you, Daddy," Danielle moaned, kissing his neck, chest, shoulders, anything she could reach with her soft lips. He ran a hand over her forehead, pushing her hair back and looking into her eyes. He gave her a soft, deep kiss.
"Good girl."