“Yes Sir! Of course Sir!” the blonde in the star spangled attire replied with a salute before turning on her heals and wiggling her ass out of my office. Number 7 was the latest product of the work were were doing in the special operations branch.
“Ah, are we gonna get in trouble for this Captain?” Sargent Yelman asked as he stood beside my desk.
I smiled and managed to tear my eyes away from the blonde’s ass as she retreated down the hallway, “They wanted a super-soldier and you can’t argue thats not what we’ve produced.”
Yelman looked concerned, “Yeah, but…”
I let out a sigh, “Look, three weeks ago she was a flat chested little brunette that would have run away at the slightest conflict. The army was literally kicking her out for running away from a firing range dummy!” I replied.
“That’s true… I mean she definitely follows orders now.” Yelman said.
“Exactly. She’s in better physical condition, could probably go up against a man twice her size and beat him to a pulp, follows orders without question, and is eager to ‘fight for her country’, in whatever capacity she can.”
“I guess. But what is General Tomland going to say when he doesn’t get his ‘ultimate fighting man’, as he put it? Especially after spending all this money?”
I chuckled and shook my head, “I guess we’ll find out tomorrow.” I stated simply to Yelman’s surprise.
“What? What do you mean? What did you do?” he replied, raising his voice with each question.
I smiled back at him, “I sent Number 4 over to his quarters an hour ago. She had specific orders to make sure he came around to seeing the benefits of the program.”
“Oh, we’re so dead… so dead!” Yelman cried out and started to pace around my office.
“Oh don’t be so dramatic. Tomland might be a misogynistic asshole when it comes to his view on women in the army… but he’s also a misogynistic asshole that’s going to get to order Number 4 to fuck him in any way he wants.”
Yelman stopped dead in his tracks and his jaw hung open for a moment before he closed it and a smile formed on his lips.
“That’s true…” he said, rubbing his chin slightly.
“Besides… if Number 4 doesn’t get the job done, I’m sure Number 5 will… or Number 6…” I said, waving towards the barracks down the hallway.
Yelman finally flopped down in the chair in front of my desk and let out a relieved breath, “Fuck… we’re going to get promoted aren’t we?”
“Damn straight we are.” I replied and then we both laughed heartily for a moment.
After a few moments of silence between us, Yelman spoke up, “Hey, ah, do you need Number 3 tonight?” he asked.
I chuckled and shook my head, “No, she’s all yours.” I replied.
Number 3 was one of the first the “failures” as we called them. Oh the program had worked fine, too fine in fact. Number 3 had tits so big as to nearly tip her over at the slightest breeze. That didn’t do much good for a soldier, but I knew Yelman had fixated on here tits from the moment she’d come out of the chamber.
I couldn’t blame him, everyone had preferences and if he was a tit man, so be it.
Personally, Number 7’s as swaying down the hallway a few minutes ago was still fixed in my mind and I had every intention of taking her back to my on base housing and seeing if it looked as good with my dick in it.
