That raid had taken out more than half our regiment commanders, leaving General Shordian one of the few amateur veterans left. Whatever the new field marshal was planning, Shordian was going against it. Well, I wasn’t going to report it; shit, in this clusterfuck of an army, I didn’t even know who I’d report it to. “Alright, you heard him.” I said to my company, “Long poles and light chain. Short-sword side arms. I want checker-board formations: blowjob long shield, pole, long shield, pole. Take a shit, casting take a piss, jerk-off, and suit up.” “Yes, sir!” They shouted back. I wondered how many of them would be there tomorrow. PRIVATE FREYTIAN “We’re going to the front?!” Deklian exclaimed. “Aye, that’s what the captain said.” I said as I screwed the spearhead into the twelve-foot pole, “New command, new plan. Everyone’s gotta fuck it up in their own special way.” “We were supposed to be half-way down the column!” “It doesn’t rightly matter where we are, just so long as we’re not in the center.” I said as I tested the weight of the pole, “The heavies are taking the punishment; we just have to close in on the sides, and we’ll be fine. Shordian probably just wants masturbation us to deter a possible cavalry charge.” “Why would he spread his entire regiment out like that?” Deklian said as he hoisted the shield onto his back. “Probably because he’s done listening to that Deltian twat.” I said as I strapped the last piece of mail onto my torso, “Old man’s going rogue; about time, I say.” “Aye,” Deklian said, looking around nervously, “about time.” We walked across the buoyant wooden paths the engineers had built over the bog. Murky water sloshed over the sides and pooled in the cracks, soaking our already saturated boots. If I never saw another swamp again, it would be too soon. Finally, we made it to solid ground, and our boots squelched and thudded against the brown reality grass and packed soil. The valley opened up below us, a vast expanse flanked by two hills. The permafrost made the ground hard and uniform, and allowed for subterranean pockets of gas to form geysers that spewed sulfuric steam into the air, which settled into a thick blanket in the bowl of the valley. The wind sounded a low humming note, almost a drone that carried over the cacophony of marching boots, yelling officers and blaring bugles. Despite the noise, the army seemed muted. The jovial calls, rambunctious whoops, angry yells and bawdy songs were all gone. “I needed a day to myself” I said flatly, not looking away from my game. Glorene began to buck and push under the masturbation dual assault. Admit it: there’s nothing to find.” She was student council president, a blue-eyed and busty girl with strawberry-blonde hair. Perhaps it was the mutual amateur understanding we had of our situation, that I was able to dominate her sexually as she was cheating with me, but she could control and pull me along knowing that she was casting my fantasy. “Velu blowjob petti kelikavu kada?” (You have fingered isn’t it?) That way, neither of us will have to worry about where the line is. And if that happens, if one of us steps over the line, they won’t be decapitated for it . . . My eyes fluttered. She responded “Listen, I’m doing things for me, not for you. Cathy licked her up and really like the way she tasted. Let’s reality try those two next. Eve looks at me with those eyes… I can see the water form in the corners as she holds on tight to my hand. There was soon a healthy and positive competition between the experienced training officers and their charges.