Navy part 5, A Tender Moment [Gangbang][BDSM][NonCon][MMMMMMff][OC][Oral][anal][impact] short sex stories

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/nsc06n/in_the_navy_mfbdsmfantasycoercionanalmulti_part/)

[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ob3k6j/in_the_navy_pt2_demoted_to_ships_whore/)

[Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/BDSMerotica/comments/oh690i/in_the_navy_part_3_the_officers_lounge/)

The officers had her watch while they gangbanged Cristina through the night. Cook was seated on the couch, sandwiched between two men. She was in charge of keeping them hard while they waited for their preferred hole to open up. If Cook looked away one of them would slap her, or grab her nipple and twist it until she yelped. Her left nipple purple green from bruising, and her jaw was sore and felt swollen. Whether it was from being slapped around or having so many cocks rammed down her throat she wasn’t sure.

Cristina was certainly having the worst of it. Two hours after losing the cocksucking race she’d been cum in and on 11 times. Each of the officers stamina just kept increasing. Cristina started to slip in and out of Cook consciousness. “Fucking slut, your job is to suck. Are you dozing off on duty?” the chief engineer said, he had a handful of her hair and shook her head violently as he spoke. Cristina’s eyes leapt open at the tirade which was punctuated by him setting his cock tips on her lips and commanding her to do the work. Behind her the officers alternating between her ass and pussy were unperturbed, they were happy to thrust into her, conscious or not.

Cook worked the cocks of the officers on either side of her with her hands, knowing if they went soft she’d be pushed to her knees and forced to fluff them with her mouth. It seemed like they were enjoying the show well enough.

The XO sat to her left. He’d taken two turns in Cristina’s ass already. Each time he was satisfied he’d take his fingers and stir them through Cristina’s insides and the cum on her back. When he came to sit by Cook he’d shove his filthy fingers into Cooks mouth and make her swallow the mixture. The bruises around her areolea were mostly him. He never took his hands off her.

Cristina cycled out of consciousness again. The officer at her mouth had had it. He found a thin leather belt set his cock in front of her. He thrashed her back with the belt, swinging forehand and backhand creating an X of red welts across her back. She gurgled out a moan of pain and he forced his cock in. Every time she began to slip away a loud crack would echo through the officers lounge. Cook jumped at each brutal whack. The XO beside her laughed, whether at Cook’s fear Cristina’s pain, Cook couldn’t tell. His cock was rock hard in her hand and pulsed when the other officer beat his victim.

The violence seemed to arouse the man at her mouth. It only took another 3 hits for him to shudder out an orgasm onto her face. He lay the belt across her back and pulled away. “Who’s next? This bitch has me spent.”

The XO rose and the officer who’d just finished took his place. “Fondle my balls cunt, and be glad it isn’t you up there.” Cook obliged, the man was slimy with Cristina’s slobber.

Cristina was slumped over now. Apparently out again. The XO traded with the man in her ass, who rotated to fucking Cristina’s limp face. The XO’s thrusts brought their fuck toy back to. He was always rough. Made himself impossible to ignore. The whole time he raped Cristina, his eyes were glued to Cook. It was as though the fury of his thrusts were for her. She gulped and kept her hands moving. “I think he’s taken a liking to you” the officer on her left said. His cock was still limp but he didn’t seem to care. “That’s really too bad. He was really hoping you’d be the entertainment for tonight.”

In her time with the other men she’d heard rumors about the XO. When he was on leave in foreign ports he had a tendency to seek out girls younger than the captain deemed proper. Cook knew why he wanted her. Cristina was curvaceous, average height with all the bearings of a woman. Cook couldn’t have been more different. Petite, slender, with only the wide hips and full ass that marked her for older than 16.

An alarm went off behind the little party. The men groaned and cursed. Duty stations were being called. The XO pounded his orgasm into Cristina, as though he could’ve finished at any time.

The men scattered began pulling on their uniforms and preparing to see to their duties. Cristina slumped off the low table they had her on and collapsed to the floor. Cook went to wipe her hands on the couch but the XO caught her wrists and hauled her to her feet. “Don’t spread your fucking filth. Get this place cleaned up before the shift ends. Start with her.” He shoved Cook toward Cristina. “Lap all the cum out of her fuck holes with your mouth. She should be presentable by the time we get back. Remember.” He said, pointing up to the camera mount in the ceiling. “We will be watching.”

The officers filed out laughing and joking together. The bulkhead door sealed behind them. It was silent except for Cristina’s ragged breathing. Cook looked up at the camera and wrapped her arms across her chest. She took a pillow off the couch and went to Cristina. She did her best to position her gently, taking care not to touch her back. When she rolled her over Cristina let out a whimper. Cook took the pillow and put it under the abused woman’s head.

Between Cristina’s legs was a picture of abuse. Bruising, spit, cum and a trickle of blood from asshole. Teeth marks dotted her inner thighs some of which had broken skin. Her pussy was inflamed and swollen. Cook hated what she had to do, but hoped that she could do it without making her shipmates suffering worse.

She used her mouth first to suck off the cum from around Cristina’s belly then worked her way to what dripped down her inner thigh. She tried to only let her lips brush the skin and suction off the dried flakes and sticky globs. Cristina moaned. Cook held back tears. She took her time, applying some saliva to the wounds. Cook set a hand she hoped would be comforting against the other woman’s hip.

Cook was reluctant to touch the other woman’s vagina. She knew too well the rawness of a gang rape. This one had been especially long and brutal. The only other option was more punishment. Likely for them both. She started on the creases of Cristina’s hips, sucking the cum clean. She worked her way in as soon as her tongue touched labia Cristina stirred. Cook went even slower. The woman writhed while she was cleaned. Cook steeled herself and put her mouth to Cristina’s hole. She sucked gently feeling the mixture of six men hit her tongue. She held back a gag. Cristina moaned again different this time. Cook pulled her head away and startled when she felt a hand in her hair. She was sure one of them was back. But it was Cristina’s hand. “Please,” Cristina whispered “I haven’t felt good in so long. Please don’t stop”

Cook was in shock. At a time like this. In this hell. How could this be what she wanted. Cook had always been bi sexual. After this, id there was an after this, she’d never want to look at a man again. Her mind couldn’t grasp it. Cristina stroked her head “Please.” Cook dove in. She was gentle, she stayed focused on Cristina’s clit, unsurprisingly the least abused part of her. The other woman twisted and shuddered. Cook knew she’d found the spot. Cook kept her tongue in steady motion, gently sucking on the clit. Cristina bucked now, her abs and thighs clenching and loosening. Cook kept going through the other woman’s orgasm, the waves of Cristina’s body lessening with intensity until she only gently trembled. She mumbled “Thank you,” and “I’m so sorry” over and over again.

Cook moved her mouth down and cleaned Cristina’s ass. She slurped the cum out which made her gag. Cristina pulled at her hair. Cook licked up her body. The cum of their abusers laying the path. They ended up face to face. Cook kissed away the mens’ slime.

Cristina kissed her back, wrapping her arms around the other woman. Cristina pulled away and started to sob, but didn’t let go. Cook held her there. Her rage growing again. She had to get out of this place, it was bigger than just her. She had to get them both out. Cook held Cristina until she fell asleep. Then she got up, started to clean the officers lounge, and to think.

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This series is probably my favorite to write, the new installments will take some different directions. If you want early access to this and others I now have a Patreon with all my stories. Some storylines have accompanying pictures making them more like a dirty comic. I hope you love it and whether you did or didn’t let me know in comments. Thanks and happy reading.

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