by John Ringo
"Arms tired," Katya said, working her shoulders. She had sweat dripping down her face and wiped at it with a towel.
"You just thought you were in shape," Mike said, grinning. "Come on."
He led her down the corridor to a room at the far end from the intel room that had been set up as a dojo, where there were punching bags and floor pads.
"I'm going to show you a few fight moves," Mike said. "If you use them on the girls . . ."
"I'm in trouble," Kat said, nodding.
"When I start working the girls, I'll bring them in for this as well," Mike noted. "But you'll be doing this most of the time. In time, you'll be helping to train."
"Yes, Kildar," Kat said. "Thank you."
"Most people, when they fight with hands, use a closed fist," Mike said, handing her a pair of fighting gloves. "Like this," he said, punching a bag with his fist. "And they punch to the target. Try to hit the surface. You understand?"
"Yes," Katya said, frowning.
"Better to use the open palm," Mike said, opening up his hand and pointing to the base of the his palm. "Curve the fingers, hit at the base of your palm. That has the bones of your arm lined up with the target and it transmits more power. It also won't break your fingers, which hitting with a closed fist will do. And hit through the target," he continued, striking the bag hard. "The important thing is the speed of the strike. You must do it over and over again, learn to strike very fast, like a snake, and hard. Work on that for now," he said, stepping away from the bag. "Hard and fast."
She stepped up to the bag and punched it, hard, with an open-hand right hand.
"Harder," Mike said. "And faster. Think of someone you hate, me if you want. And punch through the bag," he continued, pointing to the middle of the bag. "Try to get your hand through to here."
She hit again, harder, then again, her face working.
"Gets some of the mad out, don't it?" Mike said. "Now the other hand, alternate the two. Hard, fast and through with both. Go."
She started hitting with both hands and then shifted around on her feet uncomfortably.
"You noticed you weren't standing right, good," Mike said, tapping at her ankles with his foot. "Right foot there, left foot forward. Cat stance is what it's called, coincidentally. Hit twice, one each hand, then pause."
When she'd finished the strikes he had her move one foot then the other, circling the bag.
"Keep your body centered," Mike said, running his finger down an imaginary line. "Bring your butt forward a bit; you're leaning away from the target. If you know where your center is, you can bring more power to the strikes. Don't kick, just strike, then move. We'll work on kicks later; most kicks are for show-offs anyway."
"You kick in Ondah contest," Kat said, panting. She hit twice, then moved, circling the bag.
"I was showing off," Mike said. "And Oleg was a big SOB. Kicks have more power than hand strikes. But there are more counters, too. Keep going."
He worked her on strikes and moving for about an hour until she was dripping with sweat.
"Go take a shower," Mike said, when the girl was pretty much worn out. "Then meet me at the office in regular uniform."
Mike was back at his desk, showered, when Kat turned up. She'd spent enough time to get makeup on but she wasn't much slower than he had been.
"Have you worked with a computer?" Mike asked, pulling his laptop out of its case.
"No, Kildar," Katya said, her eyes widening.
"This one doesn't have anything secure on it," Mike said, opening the computer up. "I was working on my typing, though. I'd never learned to touch type. So it's got a teaching program on it." He brought up the program and led her to the room he'd set up as a conference room. "This program will run you though how to touch type. It's about the most boring thing in the world, but it's important to learn. And it's in English, so you'll have twice as much to think about. It should keep you occupied," he added with a smile.
Mike ran through his bare minimum paperwork and then headed out to the household range. As part of the whole improvements program, Meller had bermed the walls of the range and Praz had upgraded the range and included a small tactical range.
Mike ran through a program circuit with M-4 and pistol, which was his scheduled shoot for the day, taking up most of the rest of the afternoon. By the time he was done the sun was starting to set. He dropped the weapons in the armory—Latif had been trained in cleaning so he could leave it to him—and washed up for dinner.
He stopped by the conference room and found Katya still plugging away at the computer.
"Dinner time," Mike said, walking over to look over the girl's shoulder.
"This not hard," Katya replied. She'd run through the first four levels of the training program, which had taken Mike most of a week of solid work. Given that it wasn't in her native tongue, it was doubly impressive. And the program wouldn't let you move on to the next level until you'd passed the requisite test.
"You're doing very well," Mike said, shaking his head. "I think you were being severely underutilized. If you keep to this rate, I'll be using you a secretary in a week," he added with a grin. "I won't keep you as a secretary—you'll get bored to tears after a while—but you'll learn some useful skills."
"Would like learn more about computer," Katya said. "Am have trouble with pad," she said, pointing to the touchpad on the laptop.
"The only way to learn is to do it," Mike pointed out. "There are games on there, simple ones. If you play those you'll learn to use it faster. I'll show them to you sometime, not now. It's time for dinner."
"And time for Klavdiya to learn, yes?" Katya said maliciously.
"Unlike for some," Mike pointed out, "I'm planning on having it be a good time."
* * *
Mike had had some changes made to the rooms upstairs. He'd had the master bath opened out into one of the adjoining rooms, adding a large shower and Jacuzzi tub, used the rest of the room to make a small office and sitting area, increased the size of the closet, had a gun safe installed in it and converted one of the rooms adjoining his suite into a small dining room with attached kitchen. Effectively, he never had to leave the suite.
When he got to the sitting room, Klavdiya was sitting on the couch awaiting him nervously. She was wearing a light-blue, low-cut dress he hadn't seen before, presumably the fruits of her purchasing. It suited her well.
"Mother Savina was supposed to bring up a light dinner," Mike said, smiling at her. "Let's eat."
"Okay," Klavdiya said, standing up.
The small table had been set with two places and candles for lighting. Mike lit the candles and turned down the lights, then lifted the covers off the plates to see what they were having for dinner. Chicken in a creamy sauce with a side of rice and mixed vegetables. Light enough.
"Wine?" he asked, lifting out a chilled bottle of a local white.
"A little," Klavdiya replied.
"And only a little for me, too," Mike said, pouring for her. "Shakespeare said that wine giveth the desire and taketh away the ability. Truer words were never writ."
"Who is Shakespeare?" Klavdiya asked, picking at her food.
"An English playwright and poet," Mike replied. "You'll read him eventually, I hope. Very good plays. He had the human nature down. Are you reading much, yet?"
"Only a little," Klavdiya said. "I am not so good, yet."
"It takes practice," Mike admitted. "You'll get better. You can learn a lot about the world from reading. Of course, living in it helps as well."
As they chatted the girl began to relax, which was the whole point. Dessert was a chocolate confection with coffee to wash it down. At which point, Klavdiya started tensing up again.
"Come on," Mike said, standing up and holding out his hand. "No worries."
Klavdiya got up uncertainly and followed him to the sitting room.
"Not there?" she asked, pointing to the bedroom.
"In a bit," Mike said, sitting down on the couch and pulli
ng her lightly down to sit beside him. He'd set out a bottle of mead beforehand and pulled the cork, pouring two small glasses. "This is just a bit stronger than the wine. It will relax you so I can have my way with you," he said, smiling humorously.
"I am yours, Kildar," the girl said, taking the small glass.
"In one gulp," Mike said, tossing his off. The mead was strong and warming.
"That is good," Klavdiya said, pulling her legs up onto the couch to tuck under her.
"Made from honey," Mike said, putting his arm on her shoulders. "I don't think you make it around here, much, which is strange. Is there anything you want to talk about?"
"No," Klavdiya said, looking up at him from lowered eyes that were still a bit frightened.
"Then let's try doing," Mike said, leaning over to kiss her.
She stiffened at first but then slid into his arms with a moan. He flicked his tongue against her lips and hers parted for him to enter. He ran his tongue around her mouth, but when his hand slid onto her thigh she stiffened up again.
He kept his hand away from taboo zones, sliding it up her side and eliciting another moan, then down to her thigh again. This time when it slid up it was inside the dress sliding up her nylon covered thigh. Klavdiya wriggled around so that he could get his hand further up and he slid it up, pushing the dress up at the same time, until his hand was on her ass. He rested it there for a time, just stroking, then ran the other hand under the dress and had it up and over her head before she realized.
She sat back at that, biting her lip, as he tossed the dress onto the coffee table.
"Kildar," she said, uncertainly.
"Shhhh," Mike replied. She was wearing light blue bikini panties and a matching front-opening bra, and nylons supported by a garter belt. The panties had been put on outside the garter; he presumed she'd had help in dressing from Anastasia. "Now's not the time for words."
He started over, holding her gently and kissing, then slid his tongue down her throat as she lay back and writhed under his hands. He slid his hand up and down her sides as he kissed and licked on her neck, getting a mouthful of perfume in the process that he ignored. He also had to spit out some hair, but that was a small price to pay. She had a lovely body, young and taut and firm. He slid his tongue down onto her chest, then reached up and opened up the bra. This time she didn't stiffen, just moaned and arched as he took one of her nipples in his mouth while gently tickling the other.
He slid his left hand away from the nipple and up behind her head, then slowly lowered her onto the couch, sliding his right hand down her side and along her leg as he continued to nuzzle at her luscious breasts. They were very firm, just fully swelled out and not even starting to sag. He could feel himself getting aroused and firmly told himself to calm down. The wonderful part about it was that he could take her any way that he wished. He owned her; she had no recourse but to do his will. It was a heady feeling of absolute power that he had to carefully control.
He slid his right hand under her ass as he nuzzled at her and slid the panties down, gently. She did stiffen at that, clamping her knees together. That excited him enough he couldn't help yanking them down between her clamped knees, then sliding his hand up between her legs, roughly, sliding a leg over to spread them and then slipping a finger into her warmness.
She started to draw back at that but he pinned her in place with his weight and forced his finger into her, rubbing gently. She moaned and writhed to get away but he pressed her down, continuing to nuzzle at her breasts and neck, slipping his tongue down onto the juncture of her neck and shoulder and pressing in hard. He could feel a wave of goose bumps cover her arms and stomach and she began to moisten as he gently manipulated her.
He still didn't take her, continuing to stroke her with tongue and finger, slowly spreading her legs as she loosened up under his expert touch. Finally, she arched and gasped, letting out a squeak of surprise as much as pleasure as she orgasmed.
He quickly pulled his pants off at that, spreading her wide and taking her as she was still shuddering. She was tight as hell and he had to work to get in but she let out a shriek of combined pleasure and pain as her hymen broke, rocking into him as he took her. He didn't worry about her pleasure, now, simply stroking hard. But he held back as well as he could, giving her a good, hard, long fucking for her first time until she was shrieking with pleasure and bucking under him. Then he came into her, hard, pinning her down and biting into her shoulder muscles to keep from shouting himself.
"Oh, Kildar," Klavdiya said, crying, as she wrapped her arms and legs around him. "That was . . ."
"There aren't words, love," Mike said, gently, stroking at her face.
"Oooh," she moaned as he slid out of her.
He'd planned for that as well, and picked up a cloth from the table, sliding it between her legs gently.
"Are you hurt?" he asked.
"It hurt a little," she said. "But not so much. I must go clean up, Anastasia told me how."
"Meet me in the bedroom if you will," Mike said.
When she was gone he cleaned up the small amount of mess and wiped himself down, then went to the bedroom. He pulled the covers partially down, got undressed and was waiting for her when she came in. She was looking nervous again.
"Come on," Mike said, holding up the covers. "We're not even close to done, yet."
"Yes, Kildar," the girl said, uncertainly. She was still wearing her stockings and high-heels. She started to take them off but Mike gestured for her to stop.
"Leave them on," Mike said, grinning. "They're cute."
"Yes, Kildar," she said, uncertainly, but hopped into bed anyway.
"Now to show you the other ways you can please me," Mike said.
"I am told one," she said, smiling shyly. "Can I try?"
"Go ahead," Mike said, his brow furrowing.
The girl bent over and slid her head under the covers, one shoe-clad foot sticking out as she started giving him head, the foot waving back and forth thoughtfully as she worked.
She'd clearly been instructed in giving blowjobs by Anastasia, and Mike wondered if he should audit some of the "special" courses the harem manager was giving. She took him slowly at first, licking his dick like an ice-cream cone and getting it extended before she took him in her mouth. Once it was in she began working her head up and down, going faster and faster and sucking hard. At one point she went all the way down, taking him in the back of her throat and swallowing but that caused her to choke so she backed off and continued with her stroking.
Finally, Mike couldn't take it anymore; he reached down and pulled her back up on the bed and onto him. He lifted her legs to straddle his body and then inserted with her on top of him. She was quite moist; apparently giving head had excited her but it was still a struggle; the girl was still tight as hell. She bounced on him, working her hips and biting her lip as her fingers dug into his pectorals painfully.
"Oh, yes!" she said. "Oh, Kildar! OH GOD!"
As she came Mike rolled her over and slammed her, pinning her hands over her head to keep her from scratching any worse and pile-driving her as she screamed in ecstasy. He dug his elbows into the top of her shoulders to pin her in place against his thrusts and pounded for all he was worth until he came again.
"Kildar," she said as he rolled her onto his shoulder to cuddle. "I have never been with another man, but I cannot imagine it being better."
"Different men are . . . different," Mike said, sliding in to make contact with as much skin as possible. "Some are better than others. I pay attention and I care, it helps. Are you still okay?"
"I am sore," Klavdiya said. "But when you are in me, I don't care. But . . . I'm tired," she added, yawning.
"They call orgasm 'nature's tranquilizer,' " Mike said, smiling. "The problem with most men is they go to sleep right after they get theirs and they don't give the woman hers first."
"You don't go to sleep?" the girl said, sleepily, with another yawn.
"I'm a SEAL,"
Mike said, grinning. "We're supermen, hadn't you heard?"
Mike listened to her breathing for a bit and then yawned.
"But I could sleep," he admitted, drifting off.
He woke up in the middle of the night and as he felt the warm bundle against him, he was instantly fully awake. He thought about it for a second and then just pulled her over and spread her legs and took her.
It was hard getting in; she was dry and tight. As she woke up she struggled a bit but he clamped his hand over her mouth and forced it into her tight slot with a grunt of effort. He pinned her hands again, keeping his hand over her mouth, and simply took her, hard. He could see her eyes by the light from the window, wide and frightened, and it excited him tremendously.