A Piece of Eden - Part 1
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
Sweet child in time
You’ll see the line
The line that’s drawn between
Good and bad (Deep Purple – Child in Time)
“Please, promise me you’ll stay safe,” the older woman hugged her daughter tightly as tears filled her eyes.
“Don’t worry mom, I promise,” the brown-haired girl returned the hug and found comfort in its warmth.
“We’ll wait for your phone calls, honey,” Her father said as the two women broke the embrace, “I know you might not be able to call every day, but please try and find the time to make sure your mom and dad don’t die from worrying for you.”
“I promise dad,” the young girl rolled her hazel eyes and sighed, “you know I’m only going to boot camp, right?”
“We know, dear, we both did service you know…” Her mother said as she wiped the tears from her eyes.
“The problem is, we think you don’t know where you’re going…” Her father gave a sarcastic smile.
“I know full well where I’m going,” The young girl fired back, “I am going to the recruitment center…”
“And then?” Her father wondered.
“I… I don’t know, depends on where they’ll post me,” She admitted.
“Got that right, girl, uncertainty is a part of the deal,” he explained, “so please stay as safe as you can and let us know you’re okay every now and then, kiddo.”
“Please board the bus,” A call came from behind the girl, it was a soldier, dressed in an olive-colored uniform.
“Mom, dad, it’s time,” The girl said, she picked up her huge bag and blew them a kiss.
The two parents returned a kiss and hugged, the mother bursting into tears as her daughter made her way to the bus. It was an old piece of scrap, probably older than she is, the red color faded and peeling at certain spots. Her mother’s sobs faded as she neared the soldier, he was about her age, holding a folder in his hand.
“ID number, please,” He asked, his voice giving the girl a sense of urgency.
“351642546,” She blurted the number she memorized, “My name is Mo-“
“Here you are,” the soldier tapped his finger on the list in his folder, cutting the girl’s introduction short, “get on the bus please.”
The girl shook her head, not sure how to react to the soldier’s rude welcome. Knowing this was not the time or place to retaliate, she climbed onto the bus and took the first vacant seat she saw. Through the dusty window, she could see her mother and father, still hugged. She waved goodbye as the bus’s engine rattled to life and her long journey began. She couldn’t help but shed a few tears over the life that just ended, she knew that the minute she got on the bus things will change, and she had no control over what was coming.
The ride lasted an hour and a half, she used the time to listen to music on the headphones. The sea was on her right and lush green wilderness was on her left as the ride went on and she lost herself to the music. It was a bright day and the sun seemed to smile. The girl couldn’t help but form a little smile on her ruby lips in return.
The bus stopped at the gate to the base. A large wooden sign read “National Recruitment Center.” The girl packed her stuff inside the bag, it was huge because her mother packed it with what seemed like 5 years’ worth of supply. Lifting the huge thing on her back she made her way off the bus.
“Welcome to the NRC, please form a line and walk through this door,” a soldier instructed the group of girls that came off the bus. They were about 20 of them, all the same age, 18. They stumbled around a little before the line started moving towards the door the soldier pointed to. The one-floor building looked small, it was colored brown, but not a lively brown like the girl’s clean hair, the color of the building was a dusty, faded brown. Inside, the fluorescent light flickered every now and then. The line was greeted by another soldier, the girl heard him ask everyone in the line for their ID before letting them through.
“ID number?” He asked when her turn came.
“351642546,” She answered and started following the line.
“Hold it,” he said assertively, “I need you to come this way please,” he pointed to another hallway.
“Did I do something wrong?” She wondered, not sure what to make of the situation.
“Not at all, just follow me, please,” He said as he started to march. Soon they stood before another white room, the sign said, “Base Commander.”
“He wants to see you, go right in,” The soldier gestured towards the door and left down another hallway.
She knocked, “Come in,” A voice answered from the other side. She opened the door and entered an office, it was painted white and covered with framed certificates. In the center of the room was a table with chairs on both sided, and in one chair sat a mature man. His hair was white, and he wore a uniform decorated with a dozen pins.
“Please take a seat,” He gestured to the empty chair.
She placed the bag next to the chair and sat down, “Thank you.”
“Well, you are Moran Eden, right?” He asked directly. She nodded in confirmation. “Do you want some coffee?”
“Thank you, can I just have a glass of water?” Moran asked.
“You sure?” He asked, surprised by the choice. He clicked a button and called the order, then he went on with the conversation. “My name is Lieutenant-Colonel Tal. I am the commanding officer in this base.”
Moran didn’t quite know how to react, so she tried her best shot at introducing herself, “My name is Moran Eden, I’m 18-“
“I know who you are, I was told about you,” he said calmly. Just as he spoke a female soldier came in, she politely said hello and placed a cup of coffee before Tal and a plastic cup before Moran. She then rushed out of the room quietly.
“You are something spe cial Moran, we never had someone like you,” Tal said as he sipped the coffee, “If I understand correctly, you are the only futa in the country…”
“In the world, the only one of my kind…” Moran added with a smile.
“Well, I see…” Tal leaned back in his seat, “we take everyone here in the army, as you know recruitment is compulsory. You will be processed later on, but for now, I want to set some ground rules with you, Moran. I really don’t want to see the first futa in the army going on trial on her first day here…”
“I’m not looking for trouble,” Moran lowered her eyes and took a gallop of water.
“No one is, but you’ll learn the army takes its rules very seriously. Rule number one, keep your hands to yourself, Moran.”
Moran was shocked by how straight-coming the man before her was, “I’d never do anything like that, I’m not a rapist…”
“We know, says here you’re a virgin,” The man said, a smile on his face. Moran had no idea how the man knew this, but one thing was abundantly clear to her, this man is holding all the cards.
“You did your homework…” Moran said, her face red.
“I did, and you will learn to do yours in due time,” he said, a smug smile on his face, “Most people spend a night or two in this base before going to their home bases. You, however, have been assigned to a unit beforehand.”
Moran looked directly at the man’s lips, she knew to next few words Tal will say are going to determine what her next two years are going to look like. “You are the newest addition to unit 909, have you ever heard anything about it?”
“I’m sorry, but I haven’t…” Moran admitted.
“Well, I’ll let the unit introduce itself, I just wanted you to know It’s a unit comprised solely of women…” Tal paused for a moment, “Now, the army also believes in equal opportunities. Because of that, you are granted certain privileges. Your file says you have a problem “holding it in,” if you know what I mean,” Tal finished his coffee, “you will have an extra free hour in private every three days.”
“You mean I can take care of myself once every three days?” Moran asked, unsure if she heard right. The man nodded in confirmation, “but I have to go daily…”
“You need to understand something, young lady, you are in the army now, you better grow up fast and deal with things as they come,” Tal leaned towards her, “Else you want to end up with prison time…” Moran wanted to answer the man but knew the price would be too high. She nodded in understanding and let the lecture continue.
“Now, as for uniforms. We tailored a special uniform just for you,” He handed her a brown bag that probably weighed half as much as she did, “You’ll find everything you need inside. Lastly, there is a bus waiting to take you to boot camp outside,” And with that, he got on his feet and offered his hand out.
Moran grabbed it and gave a sturdy shake, putting all her strength into it, it didn’t seem to affect him. She heaved the bag over her right shoulder, grabbed the backpack her mother made her in her left hand and walked out. The soldier who led her to the room waited for her outside. He guided her to another bus, this time a smaller one.
Moran climbed onboard and greeted the driver. She thought the bus was empty, but as she moved inside, she noticed another girl, slouching in the back row. She looked short, the uniform disguised her other features. Was it not for her red hair tied in a ponytail and her face gentle and splattered with freckles, Moran probably couldn’t have guessed she was female. The girl noticed Moran and lifted her posture slightly to get a better look at her.
“Shalom,” Moran greeted her.
“Shalom, my name is Ayala, nice to meet you,” The girl answered back.
“Moran, nice to meet you too, are you assigned to unit 909 too?” Moran wondered.
“Yes,” Ayala confirmed with a big smile on her face, “I hope you don’t mind me asking, but are you the girl everyone’s talking about?”
“I don’t know, honestly,” Moran said as she took a seat near the girl so they could talk on the way. “I don’t really know anything, I just got here, the base commander talked with me and I got on the bus, that’s it.”
Ayala’s face turned white, as if something in her mind clicked. “You are her,” She offered her hand in excitement and Moran shook it, “The only futanari in the world, amazing,” She mumbled to herself.
“I get that every now and then,” Moran admitted, “But I’m just a regular girl, nothing special about me…” she tried to lower Ayala’s expectations.
“What are you talking about? You’re all over the news, girl,” Ayala exclaimed, “The only futanari in the world…” she suddenly lowered her voice, “and they say you also own the biggest `love-stick` ever,” both girls turned red as Ayala said it.
“I don’t think my `love-stick` is anyone’s business…” Moran protected her privacy, but she could see Ayala was scanning her carefully to find where she placed her appendage. Sitting down in her seat, Moran remained quiet for the whole ride, hoping this was enough to fend off the rude girl.
The ride was long and boring, Moran sunk into her headphones and closed her eyes. She pretended to sleep so she could sink into her thoughts. After two hours the bus slowed down and came to a stop.
“This is it, girls,” The driver said, “South Valley boot camp…”
Moran packed her things and heaved her bags. She thanked the driver and stepped outside. From the minute Moran stepped on solid ground she realized one simple thing, she was in the middle of nowhere. Were it not for the handful of tents that littered the sand, she would have guessed the driver dropped her off in the middle of the desert.
“Welcome to South Valley!” Came a sharp voice, it was a female soldier. She had several colorful pins on her left breast and what looked like the most dazzling green strand wrapped around her left shoulder. “My name is Mor and I will be your Non-Commissioned Officer, or NCO,” She walked over to the girls with slow deliberate steps, her short black hair giving her a boyish demeanor, her voice clear and unapologetically loud, “from this day forward, you will address me as ma’am! Do you understand?”
Moran looked at Ayala, both were clearly confused. “We understand…” Moran answered.
“Soldier,” Mor almost screamed at Moran, “Show some respect towards your superiors! The correct response is: Yes, ma’am! Now give it a go, do you understand?”
“Yes, ma’am!” Both girls retorted.
“Good, now you,” She pointed to Moran, “you need to get dressed, can’t have you acting like a civi anymore.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Moran answered, trying her best to adjust, “is there someplace private I can change?”
“Yes,” She pointed to one of the tents, “the dressing room is in there. You have 10 minutes…”
“10 minutes?” Moran wondered, “I don’t know if I can change so quickly.”
“The standard time is 7, rookie, better get moving.”
Moran thanked her and went off to change, she knew times were a big thing in the army and didn’t want to start off on the wrong foot. The tent itself was lackluster at best, it had no door, inside were 3 booths, each had a curtain for a door.
“Well, it is what it is,” Moran accepted the situation and walked in. She picked the booth farthest from the entrance. She closed the curtain as best she could and started to undress. She started with her top, a black t-shirt. She peeled it off to expose her white bra, containing a pair of big orbs. Next, she casually removed her shoes before unzipping her blue jeans.
Moran allowed gravity to grab her garment and pull it to the floor, revealing her white panties. Along her crotch ran the natural wonder Ayala asked about, a cock slithered down her right leg, escaping the confines of the panties. Like Moran’s body, her cock was pale, soft and inviting. Below was her pink slit, Moran had no ballsack.
“What do we have here?” She wondered and looked inside the bag. First came out what seemed to her like a partial black bathing suit. “Sure, we’ll start with that…” She located the leg holes and stepped into the thing. Her body was covered from her thighs all the way up to her rib cage. The thing had extra fabric upfront, it took Moran a minute to understand it was meant for her cock. Reaching into the bag again she found a shirt, it was a perfect fit for her slim body, even her large bust fitted comfortably. Next, came her olive pants, another perfect fit.
Moran turned to the bag and found a belt and a dark green beret. She fastened the belt and placed the beret on her right shoulder.
“Are you done, soldier?” Came Mor’s voice.
“Just need to put on my shoes,” Moran said and got to her feet. The black boots were another perfect fit but they felt stiff, hard to move in. Moran struggled to her feet and pushed the curtain aside. “How do I look, ma’am?” She declared.
“Your beret is on the wrong side soldier!” Mor pointed out. Moran immediately noticed her mistake and corrected it. “I gave you 10 minutes soldier, what does my watch say?” She raised her voice.
“12 minutes,” Moran said quietly.
“This is your last warning. If you fail to meet your times again, I will have to punish you…”
“I’m sorry, ma’am,” Moran apologized.
“Now follow me,” Mor instructed and started walking hastily. She marched across the sands, not looking back to make sure Moran was following her. She passed a few tents before stopping in her tracks. Before her stood a group of 7 women.
“Officer approaching, 2, 3, attention!” One of the girls declared and they all stood at attention in a single row.
“I want you to meet Moran,” Mor said and pointed to the newest addition, “She will be joining you in your training. You’ve all been briefed about the situation and I expect you to welcome her and behave appropriately.”
“Yes, ma’am!” The squad answered in unison. Mor gestured for Moran to join the group. Moran walked over to the left side of the row and stood at attention herself.
Moran thanked god that the day was coming to an end. They received old m16s, saw the tent they will sleep in and learned about ranks in the army. She felt overwhelmed with this new lifestyle, everything was happening so fast, and now it was time for dinner. The squad stood in a single file before the door to the dining room.
“I am going to ask each one of you a question about what we learned today,” Mor stood between them, and the dining room, “get it right and you’ll go inside and eat…” She didn’t say what would happen if they failed the question. The line slowly progressed and everyone answered perfectly. Before she knew it, Moran was up.
“What is the standard ammunition for an M16a1?” She asked softly.
Moran wasn’t ready for the question, after such an overwhelming day she wasn’t ready for a question like what is your name? She froze, two numbers floated around in her head as she lingered, 9mm and 5.54. “I… Mmm… 5.54, ma’am,” Moran called it.
“Wrong soldier!” Mor shouted her lungs out, “This is the most basic of things Moran, 5.56! Five fifty-six! How can you mess it up, soldier!” Her face was red with anger.
“I’m sorry Mor, I-” Moran started to apologize when she realized what she said.
“You will address me by my proper title soldier! Now drop and give me 30!” Mor ordered.
“I don’t understand,” Moran pleaded helplessly, not sure what her commander said.
“Drop to the floor and give me 30 push-ups,” She explained, “You have 20 seconds!”
Moran didn’t argue, she dropped on her knees and started. Though she wouldn’t like to admit it, Moran wasn’t in shape, at all. She started sweating after five and before she reached ten Mor called it, “Time’s up soldier,” Moran got on her feet and tried to catch her breath.
“You failed your mission soldier!” Mor screamed again, “I think you want to learn the hard way…”
“You… You didn’t give me enough time,” Moran protested. Up until that point, Moran was sure her commander was red as can be, but the words that left her mouth taught her she was only starting.
“We have a wiseass with us today…” Mor moved beside Moran, clearing the way to the dining room, “You can go eat, I hope you like the food, because you won’t like the two-hour leave detention you just earned, Moran.”
“Please explain, ma’am” Moran tried to understand what Mor tried to say.
“It means that come Friday, when everybody goes home you stay an extra two hours,” Mor started to walk away, “If you rack 4 hours you stay for the weekend… Better go inside, dinner ends in 20 minutes,” and with that, Mor disappeared around a corner, leaving behind a confused Moran.
It took Moran a few moments to realize just what happened, to grasp that her weekend home was now at risk. As she entered the dining hall, she decided it was time to get her head in the game, to focus on being better at this new game. Moran looked at the buffet, it wasn’t good, everything was made in mass and looked like the person who made it didn’t care one bit how it looked like. Moran took a spoonful of omelet, a couple slices of Yellow Cheese, and a glass of yogurt. She wanted to take some salad, but the tomatoes and the cucumbers looked like they ripened a decade ago.
Looking around, she located her unit by finding Ayala, her burning red hair a decent beckon for the lost. She approached while holding the tray carefully, “Evening girls, can I join you please?”
“Sure, come sit next to me,” A girl with long black hair offered. Moran felt relived sitting down after the hell she went through. “So how many hours did you get?” The girl asked.
“How do you…” Moran blurted, surprised they knew what happened.
“We assumed as much,” the girl explained, “if you answered the question correctly, we could have gone out and enjoyed a smoke by this time.”
“But you came this late, you probably pissed Mor off,” a blond soldier took over, “well… how many hours at leave?”
“Two,” Moran admitted, her face staring at the plate as she tried to eat a little of the unpleasant food.
“Oh, so you got off easy…” The black-haired girl said with a smile, “I got 4 hours and stayed the weekend first week here, forgot Liability behind…”
“Liability?” Moran wondered.
“We all call our m16s Liability, it’s no use here, really,” she explained.
“Anyways, welcome Moran,” said the blond, “My name is Ofer and this,” she gestured to the other girl, “is Sharon,”
“Nice to meet you girls,” Moran said politely.
“If you need anything, just let us know, Mor always says we have to stick together as a unit…” Sharon agreed.
The girls waited patiently until Moran finished eating, she didn’t finish the plate though, only eating enough to feel unhungry. Once they finished, they went outside and waited in a row once more.
“The person at the left side of the row announces the commander, once they call attention we stand at attention, got it?” Ofer asked Moran, who nodded. They mostly shot the breeze until
Mor turned a corner and one of the girls called, “Officer approaching, 2, 3, attention!” Moran stood at attention.
“Hope you ate well girls,” Mor greeted them. They practiced marching for a bit before Mor marched them to the sleeping tent, where they met another soldier with decorations similar to the ones Mor had. “Please meet Sergeant Major Rosenberg. She is your mother here…” The woman stood at ease and waited for the introduction to end and she had to wait quite some time.
Moran slowly understood the sergeant was her address for broken equipment, the woman spoke, “as your commander said, I will help you with logistics. Now, Moran Eden will stay here. The rest of you, please follow your commander,” And before Moran knew it, the unit was marching away at double time and she stood alone before the sergeant.
“We have been instructed to provide you with special adjustments,” The sergeant explained, “Your unit will still work for another hour before having free time. Once every three days, you will receive an extra hour to take care of your needs. Please follow me,” the woman started to walk slowly around the base, Moran at heel. They soon reached a concert building, the only one in the complex except the dining hall.
“This is the staff showers, you can use it freely,” She handed Moran a key, “Make sure only you use it, soldier, if I hear you let others use it, I will have you trilled, Got it?”
“Yes, ma’am!” Moran answered,
“You can do whatever you want with your free time, you will not be punished for minor offenses during this time.”
“What are minor offenses, Sergeant Major?” Moran wondered.
“Your commander will explain tomorrow…” The woman turned her off, clearly not interested in the question, “Look at the time, it is now nineteen hundred, you have until twenty-one hundred hours to be in bed Moran. Know that being out of bed after that will lead to hours of detention on leave.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Moran said, fearing the horrible possibility of staying the weekend. The sergeant stormed away without adding another word.
Knowing she had time, Moran walked back to her tent, rummaged through her begs and took out her sleeping outfit, a towel and a fuck-load of shampoos and soaps her mother packed for her. Picking only a coupe to take with her she made her way to the showers. The door clicked open and Moran felt amazing, for the first time in forever she had autonomy over herself. Even though it was less than a day since she arrived in South Valley, she felt like this went on forever.
She tried to focus on the present. The room was rather large, it had 6 stalls for showers and two toilet stalls. The walls and floor were covered with white ceramic tiles. After what she saw today, this was nothing short of heaven. Her shoes felt like they weighed a ton, she removed them, exposing her delicate feet. Her olive uniform was dirtied by sweat and dirt. She peeled it off, exposing her young body, still covered by dirt. The bodysuit containing her was pressing against her skin like an old snakeskin, she molted out of it. Her ample breasts contained in a bra, her ample rod still partially contained in her white panties.
Moran reached back and undid the clips restraining her breasts. The pair of orbs only dropped by a centimeter. Next, she pulled her panties too, using one hand to hold her cock out of the way. She folded her uniform and placed everything in a well-organized pile.
Moran stood naked in the showers after making sure the door was locked. The vixen was a natural wonder and she knew it, still, she did her best not to use the gifts nature gave her to gain an advantage over others, Moran wanted to play fair. She inspected her body to see how it managed the day. On her forearms, she located 4 scratches, out of which 2 had a little dried blood on. She had no idea where and how she got them, but they didn’t hurt until she noticed them. Moran undid her hair and felt the strain on her scalp fading away.
She felt a well-known pain in her underbelly, it didn’t surprise her. Moran could cum, just like any other man, but she was special, while other men had balls, she didn’t. Her doctor believed they were somehow internal. Moran grew up with her body, and she learned how to pilot the amazing machine nature gave her. She knew that the pain was a signal, her nonexistent balls were full. The more she waited, the worse the pain will be, to the point of crippling her. Spending a whole day around women was a rather surefire way to bring Moran pain. She knew she had to take care of it because her next chance will be in three days.
Feeling dirty, Moran decided to first shower and then take care of her needs. She entered a stall and opened the stream, the water started cold but soon evened out to a pleasant temperature. Moran let the water wash the day away, she was amazed how much dirt flowed down the drain, it was enough to fill a sandbox with. Moran soaped her body and scrubbed her hair with shampoo, taking care to clean her breasts and her penis, which rested dormant. She reached down farther and also soaped her flower, making sure it was clean as well.
After washing the filth away, Moran felt more calm and ready for the job ahead. She let the water run along her body as she reached for her extra bit. It was about 8 inches long, still flaccid. She gently rubbed it with her right hand to get the magic going. Lazily, the pole pulsated in her palm. Adding to its size. Moran loved its texture and feel, it was soft and playable, yet hard. She glided her fingers as another wave rushed through its length, making it grow even bigger. Moran kept going, pleasantly teasing the thing as a smile filled her face, her eyes started to shine with pleasure.
Each moment that passed by a pulse rushed through the growing cock and soon, Moran felt she could easily fit another hand in there, as it almost exploded in size. It felt like at least a foot of thick cock in her hand. Yet it still retained her delicate complexion. The next pulse brought it from her belly-button to just below her breasts, the following brought the huge organ, now nestled between her firm breasts, all the way to her chin.
Moran stood in the shower, her fully erect colossal pulsing firmly in her hands. She grabbed a glop of soap and started massaging the thing, making sure to clean all the bits she missed when it was flaccid. Moran felt ambivalent about her balls. Not having them meant she didn’t have to deal with a huge pendulum swinging wildly between her slender legs. But the pain in her stomach reminded her of the price she had to pay.
She washed the soap and moved on to the main event. Her left hand started to slide along the shaft, not even close to encircling half of the massive girth. Her right hand went straight to her left nipple, pinching it lightly, squeezing both boobs together with her forearm, encircling the cock between them. Moran felt her body shaking, her mind, melting. Each minute movement sent electrifying currents throughout her quivering body.
Moran felt the edge, felt it racing towards her at maddening speeds, she stood on the edge of a cliff, knowing the power of jumping over. Her mind managed a moment of clarity through the madness of orgasmic bliss, she somehow succeeded not voicing her pleasure through it all.
Feeling it was high time to deliver the coup de grace. Moran leaned her head forward and passionately kissed the tip of her burning cock. She felt it start in her groin, a pleasant shaking and tensing of muscles that started to creep across her whole body. Her spine locked in place and she lifted her head in a silent cry of delight.
In the thralls of a gargantuan explosion of pleasure, Moran heard a sound that made her heart skip a beat. Someone pushed a key into the lock, and turned it in place, unlocking the door. Moran looked for a shower curtain, some kind of door to hide behind, anything to hide her body. She released her breasts and started feeling around helplessly as she heard the door handle drop and a figure entered.
The situation worked wonders on Moran’s body, the sheer panic made her experience something she only heard about, a spoiled orgasm. Her cock pulsed once and then stopped, resting in her bosom as the figure entered the room and close the door behind her.
Moran stood naked before the stranger. Her erect rod started convulsing, but it felt different. This was not like cumming, it felt more like pissing after you held it in for hours. Moran looked down to see a thick stream of pearly white cum rushing out of her, it did not launch out of her like it usually did, instead, the stream got stronger and stronger, cascading down her cock and painting the shower floor white. It went on and on for an eternity, Moran’s eyes transfixed on the strange sight.
Then, the figure, broking Moran’s fixation, “Moran? Is that you?”
It was her commander, Mor. Her face clearly reflecting surprise seeing the vixen with a huge cock painting herself and the floor goopy white.