Chapter 21: Wielding the Pistol
"You want to learn how to control your AE 50 Dragon, right?" He patted the bed beside him, his eyes never leaving hers.
"Come here," he commanded, his voice low and firm. Lyra hesitated for a moment before complying, her heart pounding in her chest as she sat down in front of his spread legs.
She could feel the heat of his body radiating towards her, and she swallowed hard as she looked up at him. His gaze was intense, his steely gray eyes locked onto hers as he began to speak.
"You need to learn how to unholster your pistol properly," he said, his voice low and firm. His eyes flicked down to his crotch, where his unbuckled shorts revealed a prominent bulge.
Lyra's breath caught in her throat as she followed his gaze. She could feel her cheeks flushing with heat as she looked back up at him, her eyes wide with surprise and a hint of fear. She had never done anything like this before, had never even considered it. But she had made a promise, and she was determined to keep it.
"Okay," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
"I'll do it." She reached down and unbuckled his belt, her fingers trembling slightly as she pulled it out of the loops. She could feel his eyes on her, watching her every move as she unzipped his shorts and pushed them down over his hips.
His soft cock revealed itself, not yet erect but already impressive in its size and girth. She swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest as she looked up at him, her eyes wide with surprise and a hint of fear.
She remembered the last time she had seen a man's cock up close, it was Officer Rashford's in the clinic. She had been cleaning him up after a training accident, and her hand had brushed against his cock accidentally. He had been hard then, and she had felt a strange sensation in her stomach at the sight of it. She pushed the memory aside, focusing on the task at hand.
Aldere's cock lay flaccid against his thigh, a stark contrast to the firm grip he had on her arm moments ago. She took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest as she reached out a tentative hand.
"To control your AE 50 Dragon," Aldere began, his voice low and steady, "you must first learn to prepare it properly." His eyes flicked down to her hand, now hovering just above his cock. "Just like this," he added, his voice barely above a whisper.
Lyra's hand trembled slightly as she reached out, her fingers brushing against the soft skin of his cock. She could feel the heat of it, the pulse of life beneath her touch. She wrapped her fingers around it, feeling it stir to life at her touch.
Aldere let out a low groan, his hips shifting slightly as she began to stroke him. "That's it, Bunny," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
"Just like that." Lyra felt a surge of pride at his words, her hand moving more confidently as she stroked him. She could feel his cock growing harder in her hand, the skin smooth and hot beneath her touch. She looked up at him, her eyes meeting his steely gray gaze.
"Fuck, you're good at this," he groaned, his hips bucking slightly as she continued to stroke him.
"Keep going, Bunny. Show me what you've got." His voice was low and commanding, his eyes locked onto hers as he watched her hand move up and down his shaft. She could feel it growing harder and thicker in her grip, the skin smooth and hot beneath her touch. She looked up at him, her eyes wide with a mix of surprise and determination.
His cock was now fully erect, standing tall and proud before her. She could see the veins pulsing beneath the skin, the head glistening with a bead of precum. She swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest as she looked back down at his cock.
"Now," he said, his voice steady and firm.
"You need to learn how to handle the pistol properly." Lyra nodded, her heart pounding in her chest as she looked up at him. "Yes, sir," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. Aldere's eyes narrowed slightly as he watched her, his gaze intense and unyielding. "You need to understand that the pistol is an extension of your body," he said, his voice low and commanding. "It's not just a weapon; it's a tool that you must learn to wield with precision and control."
He reached out and grabbed her wrist, his fingers wrapping around it with a firm grip. "You need to learn how to hold it properly," he said, his voice thick with desire as he guided her hand to his cock. "Just like this," he murmured, his hips shifting slightly as he positioned her hand around his shaft.
Lyra gasped at the sudden contact, her eyes widening as she looked up at him.
Aldere's grip on her wrist was firm, his fingers digging into her skin as he guided her hand up and down his shaft. She could feel the heat of his cock, the smooth skin sliding against her palm as she stroked him.
"Fuck, yes," Aldere groaned, his hips bucking slightly as she picked up the pace. "Just like that, Bunny. Show me how much you want to learn." Aldere's voice was a low growl, his grip on her wrist unyielding. Lyra felt a surge of humiliation at his words, her cheeks flushing with heat. She had thought she could handle this, had thought she could do anything to learn how to control her AE 50 Dragon. But now, with his cock in her hand and his eyes burning into hers, she felt anything but empowered. She felt small, insignificant, like a pawn in his game. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come.
She had made a promise, and she was determined to keep it. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft, feeling it pulse with life beneath her touch. She began to stroke him, her hand moving up and down his length. Aldere groaned, his hips shifting slightly as she picked up the pace.
After a few moments of jerking him off, she could see his body convulsing as he was about to cum. His breath hitched in his throat, and his grip on her wrist tightened. "Fuck, Bunny," he growled, his voice thick with desire.
"You're doing great." "Just like that," he murmured, his hips shifting slightly as she continued to stroke him.
As she was about to ask what he meant by that, Aldere's hands suddenly grabbed her head, his fingers tangling in her short ashen hair. He positioned her face right in front of his cock, his grip firm and unyielding. Lyra gasped, surprise and fear coursing through her veins as she looked up at him, her eyes wide with shock.
"Wait," she protested, her voice barely above a whisper. But it was too late.
Aldere's body tensed, and with a low groan, he released himself into her face and chest. The hot, sticky liquid splashed across her cheeks, dripped down her neck, and landed in the valley between her breasts. Lyra gasped, her eyes widening in shock and disgust as she felt the warmth of his cum on her skin. She quickly pulled away from him, her hands wiping frantically at her face and chest.
Aldere watched her with a smirk, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he tried to catch his breath. "There you go," he said, his voice low and satisfied. "That's how you handle your pistol." He reached out and grabbed a tissue from the nightstand, handing it to her with a chuckle.
"Here, clean yourself up," he said, his voice still thick with satisfaction.
Lyra took the tissue, her hands shaking slightly as she dabbed at her face and chest. She could still feel the warmth of his cum on her skin, the sticky residue clinging to her cheeks and breasts. She felt a wave of humiliation wash over her, her face flushing with heat.
Aldere watched her with a smirk, his eyes lingering on her breasts as she tried to clean herself up. "You know," he said, his voice low and husky, "you don't have to be so modest about it."
Lyra looked up at him, her eyes narrowing as she met his gaze.
In her mind, she knew she was a barracks bunny, another role she had reluctantly taken on to raise the team's morale. She couldn't do anything about it, not if she wanted to keep her position in the recon unit. But that didn't mean she had to like it.
Aldere's smirk widened as he watched her struggle with the tissue, his eyes lingering on her breasts.
Lyra's cheeks flushed with heat as she looked up at him, her eyes flashing with anger. "I'm not modest," she snapped. "I just don't like being used like this."
Aldere chuckled, leaning back against the wall with a satisfied smile. "Well, Bunny, that's the thing about being a barracks bunny.
You've got to take what comes your way," Aldere said, his voice low and steady as he watched her struggle with the tissue. "Now, stand up," he ordered, his voice firm and commanding.
Lyra hesitated for a moment before complying, her heart pounding in her chest as she stood up in front of him. She could feel the heat of his gaze on her body, and she swallowed hard as she looked down at him.
His eyes were locked onto hers, unyielding and intense. She knew what he wanted, and she steeled herself for what was to come.
"Strip," he commanded, his voice low and steady. "Strip down to your underwear."
Lyra hesitated for a moment before complying, her heart pounding in her chest as she began to remove her combat gear. She unbuckled her utility belt, her fingers trembling slightly as she pulled it off and set it aside. She then unzipped her pants, pushing them down over her hips and stepping out of them. Her Kevlar vest was next, followed by her sports bra. She stood before him in just her micro tie bikini bottoms, gloves and combat boots.
Aldere's gaze traveled over her body, lingering on the curves he had seen countless times before in the communal showers of the Wolfpack. He reached over to her discarded utility belt and retrieved her AE 50 Dragon pistol from its holster.
He checked the magazine, racked the slide, and handed it to her, grip first. "Now, face the mirror," he ordered, gesturing towards the full-length mirror on the wall opposite his bed.
Lyra hesitated for a moment before complying, her heart still pounding in her chest as she turned to face the mirror. She could see her reflection clearly, her cheeks flushed and her hair disheveled from their encounter. She stood tall, her shoulders back and her chin held high, despite the humiliation she felt.
Aldere stood behind her, his reflection appearing in the mirror as he positioned himself close to her. He placed his hands on her shoulders, his fingers digging into her muscles as he held her in place. She could feel his breath on her neck, hot and heavy as he leaned in close.
"Turn on the laser on the pistol," he commanded, his voice low and steady. Lyra's heart skipped a beat as she looked down at the AE 50 Dragon in her hand. She had never used the laser before, had never even been trained on it. But she knew how to follow orders.
She pressed the button on the side of the pistol, and a small red dot appeared on the mirror, flickering slightly as it tried to lock onto a target.
Her heart pounded in her chest as she watched the dot move across the reflection of her face, finally settling on her forehead.
Aldere's voice was low and steady behind her. "Keep it there, Bunny. Don't let it waver." His hands were still on her shoulders, his grip firm and unyielding.
"Don't move a muscle, Bunny," he commanded, his voice low and steady. "Keep that laser dot right where it is, on your forehead." Lyra's heart pounded in her chest as she held her breath, her arm steady as she kept the red dot centered on her reflection's forehead. Aldere's eyes flicked between her reflection and the laser dot, a smirk playing on his lips. "Good," he murmured, his thumbs beginning to massage her shoulders.
"You're doing well." She could feel his hands roaming her body, as she held the pistol steady, keeping the laser dot centered on her forehead. The sensation of his touch sent shivers down her spine, a mix of humiliation and arousal coursing through her veins.
Aldere's hands moved lower, tracing the curve of her waist before dipping into the small of her back. She could feel his breath on her neck, hot and heavy as he leaned in closer. "You know," he whispered, his voice low and husky, "you're not just holding a pistol here. You're holding your future in your hands." His hands moved up to her breasts, cupping them. She gasped, her grip on the pistol tightening as he began to massage them.
"Remember," he continued, his voice steady and firm, "control is key.
"You must focus on the target, no matter how hard the distraction is." His hands moved from her breasts to her hips, pulling her back against him.
He squeezed her breasts, the pressure increasing as his other hand began to roam, tracing the curve of her waist, dipping into the small of her back, then moving lower, over her abs and down to her thighs. Lyra gasped at the sudden touch, her body tensing as his hands explored her. She could feel the heat of his breath on her neck, his grip on her hips strengthening as he held her in place.
Lyra's breath hitched in her throat as she felt his hands on her, the sensation overwhelming and uncomfortable. She tried to focus on the laser dot on her forehead, her heart pounding in her chest as she struggled to keep her arm steady.
"Control, Bunny," Aldere murmured in her ear, his voice low and steady.
"You need to focus on the target." His hands continued to roam over her body, tracing the curve of her hips before dipping lower, cupping her ass cheeks. Lyra gasped, her grip on the pistol tightening as she felt his fingers slip beneath the thin fabric of her bikini bottoms.
"Fuck," she hissed, her body tensing as he began to massage her ass cheeks, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. "What are you doing?"
Aldere chuckled, his breath hot on her neck. "Just teaching you how to handle your pistol," he said, his voice thick with desire.
After a few moments, his hands let her go, but she remained in the shooting stance. "Keep that position," he ordered, his voice firm and commanding.
"Don't let that laser waver from your forehead until I tell you to stop." Aldere's hands left her body, and she could feel the absence of his touch like a physical weight. She stood tall, her shoulders back and her chin held high, determined to follow his orders to the letter.
She remained in the shooting stance, her heart pounding in her chest as she kept the laser dot centered on her forehead. "Good," he murmured, his voice low and steady.
"Hold that position." He turned and walked towards the door, his steps measured and deliberate. Lyra watched him go, her heart pounding in her chest as she struggled to keep the laser dot centered on her forehead. She could feel the cool air of the room on her skin, the thin fabric of her bikini bottoms doing little to conceal her body from the chill. The door clicked shut behind him, leaving her alone in the room, her heart still pounding in her chest. She took a deep breath, her eyes flicking to the mirror where her reflection stared back at her, the red dot still centered on her forehead.
Her arms were starting to ache, the weight of the AE 50 Dragon becoming more noticeable with each passing moment. She gritted her teeth, determined to hold the position until Aldere returned.
"Come on, Lyra," she muttered to herself, "you can do this. You've faced worse than this in training." She took a deep breath, her eyes locked onto the red dot on her forehead. "Just focus on the target.
Don't let your body betray you." Aldere's voice echoed in her mind as she stood there, her arms starting to shake from the strain of holding the pistol steady. She could feel the sweat beading on her forehead, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she fought to maintain control.
"He won't be out long," she muttered to herself, trying to find comfort in the thought. "Just hold on a little longer." Her arms were starting to tremble, the weight of the AE 50 Dragon becoming almost unbearable. She took a deep breath, her eyes locked onto the red dot on her forehead, determined to keep it there no matter what.
"Come on, Lyra," she whispered to herself, her voice barely audible. "You can do this. She gritted her teeth, her body shaking with the effort of holding the pistol steady. The room seemed to spin around her, the cool air on her skin doing little to ease the heat that was building up inside her.
Lyra's arms were shaking now, the weight of the AE 50 Dragon becoming almost unbearable. She had been standing in the same position for what felt like an eternity, the red dot on her forehead flickering slightly as she struggled to keep it centered.
Two hours had passed since Aldere had left the room, and she was starting to feel the strain of holding the pistol steady. Her arms were shaking now, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she fought to maintain control. She had been so sure that she could handle this, so sure that she could follow his orders to the letter. But now, as she stood there, her body trembling with exhaustion, she began to doubt herself.
She had been so focused on keeping the laser dot centered on her forehead that she hadn't even noticed the time passing. She hadn't noticed the sweat beading on her skin, or the way her muscles were starting to ache from the strain of holding the pistol steady.
The room was cool, thanks to the air conditioning unit humming softly in the corner, but her body was drenched in sweat nonetheless. The red dot on her forehead flickered slightly as she struggled to keep it centered, her arms shaking with the effort.
Four hours had passed since Aldere had left the room, and Lyra was now beyond exhausted. Her arms were shaking quite violently, her grip on the AE 50 Dragon slipping as her fingers grew numb. Tears streamed down her cheeks, her body wracked with sobs as she fought to maintain control. She had never felt so helpless, so vulnerable, and yet so determined to see this through.
Suddenly, the door to the room swung open, and Aldere stepped inside, his eyes immediately locking onto Lyra's trembling form. He took in her shaking arms, the tears streaming down her cheeks, and the red dot still centered on her forehead.
"What have you learned from this, Bunny?" he asked, his voice low and steady.
Lyra's breath was ragged, her voice barely above a whisper as she replied, "I-I've learned... to maintain control...
no matter what." Lyra's voice was barely audible, her body wracked with sobs as she struggled to maintain her composure.
Aldere's eyes narrowed as he watched her, his expression unreadable. "What else?" Aldere asked, his voice low and steady as he watched Lyra struggle to maintain her composure. She had been standing in the same position for hours, her arms shaking with exhaustion as she tried to keep the laser dot centered on her forehead. The room was cool, but sweat beaded on her skin, and tears streamed down her cheeks.
"I-I learned to maintain my focus on the target," Lyra replied, her voice barely above a whisper as she tried to catch her breath. "No matter what distractions come my way." "And what about when you're under fire?" "What happens when you're in the heat of battle, and your body is screaming for you to move?"
Lyra hesitated for a moment before answering, her voice steady and determined.
"I'll hold my position, sir. No matter what." Aldere's eyes flashed with something akin to approval, and he took a step closer to her, his voice dropping to a low growl. "Good girl," he murmured, his hands reaching out to grip her hips. "Now, let's see how well you can handle yourself when things get... heated." His hands moved from her hips to her stomach, his fingers splaying out as he pressed his palm against her belly button. Before Lyra could respond, Aldere's fist connected with her stomach, landing a solid punch that stole her breath away. She gasped, her body convulsing as pain exploded in her abdomen. Her grip on the AE 50 Dragon wavered, the red dot flickering wildly before she managed to steady it again, her arms shaking with the effort. Tears sprang to her eyes, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she fought to regain control.
Her arms shook, but she gritted her teeth and held her stance, the laser dot wavering only briefly before she steadied it back onto her forehead. Aldere's eyes narrowed as he watched her, a cruel smirk playing on his lips.
He took a step closer, his voice dropping to a low growl. "You're doing well, Bunny," he said, his hand reaching out to grip her hip. "But let's see how you handle a little more pressure." His grip tightened, and before Lyra could react, his fist connected with her stomach again, sending a wave of pain coursing through her body. She gasped, her body convulsing as she struggled to maintain her stance. Her arms shook violently, but she gritted her teeth and kept the laser dot centered on her forehead.
"Fuck," she hissed through clenched teeth, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Aldere's smirk widened, and he delivered another punch to her stomach, this time with even more force. Lyra doubled over, a cry of pain escaping her lips as she struggled to catch her breath.
Her body shook violently, her arms trembling as she fought to keep the AE 50 Dragon aimed at her forehead. Each punch from Aldere sent waves of agony through her stomach, but she refused to let go of the pistol.
"Come on, Bunny," Aldere taunted, his voice cold and calculating. "You can do better than that." He raised his fist again, ready to deliver another blow.
Lyra's eyes watered as she tried to focus on the red dot flickering on her forehead. She gritted her teeth, her body shaking with exhaustion and pain. She knew she couldn't keep this up forever, but she refused to give up.
"One more time," Aldere growled, his fist poised to strike.
Lyra's body was wracked with pain, her muscles screaming in protest, but she gritted her teeth and held on. After around 20 punches, she still managed to aim the laser back to her forehead, her whole body shaking with exhaustion and agony. Aldere's eyes flashed with a mix of admiration and cruelty. "Good girl," he murmured, lowering his fist. "You've proven yourself today." Aldere reached out and grabbed the pistol from her hands, his eyes flicking to her face. He could see the tears welling up in her eyes, the pain etched into every line of her face. "You're not crying, are you?" he asked, his voice mocking.
Lyra shook her head, trying to blink away the tears. "No, sir," she said, her voice steady despite the pain.
Aldere's smirk widened as he looked down at the pistol in his hand. "You know what they say about a woman who can handle a gun," he said, his voice low and husky. "She's a woman who can handle a man." He looked back up at Lyra, his eyes locked onto hers. "And you've proven today that you can handle a man." Aldere said, his voice low and husky. "You may rest now, Bunny." Aldere's voice was low and steady as he looked down at Lyra, who was still standing tall despite her shaking limbs and the tears streaming down her face.
Lyra's body seemed to collapse under the weight of exhaustion as she listened to his order, her legs buckling beneath her. She tumbled to the floor, her hands instinctively reaching up to cradle her bruised abdomen. The cool tiles of the partition room floor felt like a shock against her skin, but she barely noticed the discomfort.
She had been standing for what felt like an eternity, her arms shaking from the effort of holding the AE 50 Dragon steady. The red dot had flickered slightly, but she had managed to keep it centered on her forehead. Her body was drenched in sweat, and tears streamed down her cheeks, but she refused to let go of the pistol.
As she collapsed to the floor, a sob escaped her lips, and she couldn't hold back the tears any longer. The pain in her stomach was excruciating, and the exhaustion was overwhelming. She curled into a ball on the floor, her hands clutching at her abdomen as she tried to catch her breath.
Aldere stood over her, his eyes flicking between her face and the pistol in his hand. He had seen the tears well up in her eyes, heard the sobs escape her lips, but he had not expected the sheer determination that had kept her standing for so long. He had expected her to crumble under the pressure, to give in to the pain and exhaustion. But she had not. She had held on, and that was something he could respect.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out another tissue, handing it to her. "Wipe your eyes," he ordered, his voice firm but not unkind. "You've earned a break." Lyra took the tissue with a shaky hand, dabbing at her eyes as she tried to regain control of her emotions. She could feel the heat of Aldere's gaze on her, and she knew that he was watching her closely. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself before looking up at him. "Thank you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Aldere nodded, his expression unreadable. "You did well today," he said, his voice low and steady.
"But you're a mess. Shower." He extended his hand, offering her back the AE 50 Dragon. Lyra took it, her fingers brushing against his, and stood up, wincing at the soreness in her abdomen.
She gathered her combat gear, her movements slow and deliberate, and made her way to the door. Aldere watched her go, his expression inscrutable.
The communal showers in the Wolfpack barracks were steaming when Lyra entered, the sound of running water echoing off the tile walls. She stripped off her remaining clothes, wincing at the bruises already forming on her stomach, and stepped under the spray of the nearest showerhead.
The hot water stung her skin at first, but it soon turned to a welcome relief, washing away the sweat and tears of her ordeal. She stood there for a long time, letting the water pour over her, her mind racing with thoughts of Aldere and the lesson he had taught her.