Always Pay Your rcs (rcenaries 2)
Commission
Thes: F/F, Toys, Dom/Sub
Summary: After the end of rcenaries 2, the female playable character enjoys a bit of a vacation with her harem of lovely won~
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Always pay your rc. It's the golden rule, or at least it should be. Whether you're a drug lord, criminal kingpin, petty tyrant, or newly installed military dictator… you always, ALWAYS paid your rcenaries. Sure, your actual n might be more loyal or devoted to you for this or that reason. But the rcenaries? Those were the professionals. You hired them for a job, and at the end of the day, you better fucking pay them.
Ramon Solano, forr drug lord and now also forr dictator of Venezuela, had learned that the hard way. He'd betrayed the rcenaries who got him where he was, thinking that once he was in power, he didn't need them anymore.
Well, the joke was on him, because look at what happened. The very sa rcenaries had joined up with his enemies and deposed him in just a few short weeks. Live by the sword, die by the sword.
Jennifer Mui moans and tilts her head back even as these thoughts run through her mind. Victory was so very sweet, especially when it ca with legitimacy and rewards. Taking down Solano ant that the new governnt of Venezuela had recognized her and her PMC's ownership of their current base of operations, known only as The Villa.
Forrly Solano's estate, it had been turned into their HQ early on in their conflict with the treacherous dictator, and Jennifer would be lying if she said she was unhappy with how they'd built it up. Going forward, they would keep it as their base of operations in the region, a fallback point even as the Private Military Company she led, Executive Operations or ExOps for short, took contracts in other South Arican countries.
Their reputation had never been stronger after all, and the offers for work had already started flowing in like nothing else. But Jennifer hadn't said yes to any of them yet. Instead, the forr MI6 Agent turned rcenary Commander was taking a load off and enjoying the fruits of her labor. Currently, she was celebrating a job well done… with her harem~
Down between Jennifer's legs, kneeling on her hands and knees, is Fiona Taylor. Previously a lieutenant in the Royal Austrialian Navy followed by an operative in the Australian Secret Intelligence Service, Fiona had ultimately given up on the governnt stooge life to join up with ExOps at a young age.
Why? Because they were wasting her talents of course, just like they always did. Fiona preferred to work with computers rather than just fix them, and she got a lot more action as Jennifer's Technical Support Operative than she had in the Navy or Intelligence Service.
Heh, in more ways than one, at that. Mouth on Jennifer's cunt, Fiona is currently going to town on her pussy with all her heart. Her tongue is sliding deep into Jennifer's folds as she eats out her Mistress with a gusto that simply can't be matched by anyone else the rcenary Commander knows.
Out of everyone, Fiona is beyond a shadow of a doubt the most dedicated of the bunch. In a lot of ways, she's Jennifer's right hand woman. Right now though, she's a particularly useful carpet muncher, going to town on Jennifer's sex and staring up into her eyes all the while looking for approval.
Smiling down at her, the ExOps Leader runs a hand through Fiona's hair, sliding her fingers along the Australian woman's scalp in a way that has her humming in enjoynt and her eyes damn near rolling back in her skull.
Of course… they're far from alone. Jennifer had ntioned a harem, after all. The room is filled with the sounds of feminine pleasure of all sorts. Looking off to the side, Jennifer's lips quirk up into a smirk as she beholds quite the… delicious view.
There, strapped into a fucking machine hamring away at both her pussy and ass at the sa ti, is Eva Navarro, the ExOps' best chanic. She also just so happens to be Venezuelan, making their latest fight against Ramon Solano sowhat personal for her.
Jennifer trusted Eva with her life, of course. Kind of had to when the woman was in charge of all of her vehicles. As a rcenary, there were tis when you lived or died by how good your ride was. If your jeep gave out on you in the middle of a chase, or your truck's armored plating wasn't up to snuff, it ant the difference between you becoming little more than bullet riddled at or staying a person with thoughts and feelings and desires.
The funny thing was, the machine Eva was currently strapped to, her naked body trembling and covered in sweat… was sothing SHE had created. When the chanic had unveiled it to her, Jennifer had been delighted… especially when she saw how Eva was blushing and squirming. It was obvious what the Venezuelan beauty wanted. Normally, she preferred to have others test her creations. But not this ti. This ti around, Eva was the one strapped in… and she was loving every mont of it.
As the pistoning dildos jackhamr in and out of her lubed ass and sopping pussy, Jennifer looks from Eva down to the remote in her hand. Then, she points it at the other woman and presses a button. A mont later and Eva's squealing cries reach a brand new octave as she shudders under the increased speed of the toys plundering her holes. The machine speeds up thanks to the remote Jennifer is holding, and the sounds of Eva's cunt and ass being pulverized and fucked silly increase in volu.
For a brief mont, they make eye contact with one another as this happens, Eva's hair sweaty and dangling in front of her face as she looks at Jennifer with wide eyes. Jennifer just grins and winks, before turning her attention to the next woman in her harem.
Eileen Delvin was an Irish Helicopter Pilot and also Jennifer's personal pilot as well. She could always be found with the stub of a cigarette between her lips and a pair of aviators on. She went by the callsign 'Deliveryman' despite her gender, whining that 'Deliverywoman' was just too long and unwieldly.
She was also a cheeky brat who toed the line of insubordination more tis than Jennifer could count. That's why the little bitch, who was in dire need of correction more often than not, was currently BEING corrected at the mont. Kneeling on the floor next to the bed, Eileen is bound with her hands behind her back and her tits all wrapped up and purpled from the tightness of the rope.
The pilot also has a vibrating egg taped to her clit, one that is on low power so it keeps her just on the edge of orgasm but doesn't let her tip over. Whimpering and moaning, she looks at Jennifer almost plaintively from where she's on the ground, clearly hoping that her Mistress will take rcy on her.
It's a good look for the cheeky Irish Red Head, but Jennifer isn't willing to just give it to her. She has to earn it. And as it turns out, the forr MI6 Agent knows exactly how to have that happen. Gripping down on Fiona's hair, Jennifer lifts herself up off of the bed.
She holds her lovely right hand close to her all the sa of course, even as she gets up into a kneeling position. Then, maintaining direct eye contact with Eileen, Jennifer smirks down at the Heli Pilot even as she pats her own ass suggestively.
Eileen's eyes widen and the red head blushes almost as red as her hair for a mont before slowly shimmying her way up onto the bed. It's not easy for her to get into position with her arms tied behind her back and the low powered vibrator egg pressed against her clit, but soon enough she's there all the sa… and pressing her face towards Jennifer's ass crack.
Though before she goes all the way in, she can't seem to help but cheekily kiss a small scar on Jennifer's left ass cheek where the other woman had been shot once upon a ti.
The British PMC Commander has a clean ass, to be fair. Even as she sets down Eva's remote for a mont to reach back and grab a fistful of Eileen's hair, the Irish Pilot is already driving her tongue as deep into Jennifer's backside as she can.
Letting out a proper moan of enjoynt, Jennifer lets her eyes drift shut for a brief mont and just… lives in the second for what it is. Fiona's tongue in her cunt, Eva's wanton moans and lewd cries off to the side, and Eileen's tongue in her ass.
Of course… there is one more as well. Mikhaila Milanich, their token Russian Jet and Bomber Pilot, is currently on her hands and knees behind Fiona as well. As a reward for Fiona's loyalty and devotion, Jennifer had taken Mikhaila and turned the sowhat rowdy Russian into a proper pet for the Technical Support Operative.
Even now, Mikhaila drives her tongue in and out of Fiona's cunt, which in turn pushes Fiona to drive HER tongue deeper into Jennifer's. It's an orgy plain and simple, with Jennifer as both the centerpiece and the conductor. An orgy of pleasure, of victory, of triumph.
Frankly, Jennifer is almost glad that Solano betrayed ExOps in the end. Because if he hadn't, she's not sure they all would have gotten nearly as close as all of this. Only through the trials and bloodshed that the idiot of a drug lord and wannabe dictator had put in their way had Jennifer managed to forge her won in the crucible.
All of them were better than they were before. Sharper, stronger, faster, more capable. They were, each and every one of them, the best they'd ever been. Executive Operations was at the top of its ga and anyone who hired them going forward would think twice before betraying them like Solano did.
It hadn't even really been about the money, in the end. Jennifer always made sure she got paid, but this ti around… it was about sending a ssage. You didn't fuck with rcenaries. You didn't betray the professionals that you hired to get the job done.
Or else you might just lose everything. Your house. Your army. Your country. One by one, Jennifer and her girls had stripped them away from Solano until he had nothing left. And then they'd taken his life for good asure.
Now here she was, living it up in what was once the bastard's master bedroom. Now it was hers, repurposed into her living quarters… and a fun place to relax, take a load off, and enjoy his harem.
Eyes drifting from Fiona to Eva back to Eileen and finally Mikhaila, Jennifer chuckles throatily even as she moans wantonly and climaxes all over Fiona's face for the umpteenth ti. At the sa ti, Fiona shudders and cums all over Mikhaila's face and Eva climaxes over on the fucking machine.
Eileen doesn't reach a similar release until Jennifer finally takes rcy on her and ups the vibrator taped to her clit to max power. Then, a couple minutes later, the Irish Pilot is squealing into Jennifer's ass at full volu.
So people might not like it, but this was what peak performance looked like. This was victory in its purest form. And Jennifer couldn't wait to see what the future would hold for all of them.
Always pay your rcs.
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