Pregmod - SF Mod - 'Jaded' Firebase Tours

Jaded:

The amenities are staffed by menial slaves, captured by the soldiers on their excursions. They are in various styles and states of [un]dress, all according to the soldiers' whims, with the only uniformity being the slim collars meant to help set them apart from the troops. They all look tired, most of them worn down from having to meet the constant needs of the decadent soldiers they serve. A few aren't moving at all, fast asleep in the plaza, and no one can be bothered to wake them. The soldiers themselves socialize at the bars and often play tabletop or computer games there or they party in large groups around tables. Music plays loudly, with snacks and drugs and drinks of a truly international variety found on many tables, and cum-splattered slaves found on some others. Tables and floor spaces just cleaned by busy slaves soon find themselves dirtied once more by the constant bustle and activity, while said busy slaves usually find themselves groped a bit while coming or going.  A few soldiers stagger around in drunken hazes or drugged-out stupors, and others, especially the newcomers, wander around aimlessly, at a loss for which activity of interest to join in first. A few slaves stagger back to their quarters aided by a buddy or two, dazed from the druggings and/or fuckings they've just received.

In the middle of the common area is a pile of supply crates with a pavilion on top - The Colonel's personal throne and open quarters, the result of her preferring to live a decadent lifestyle amongst her soldiers rather than be alone in her empty quarters on the upper levels. It's draped with the stained 'flag' of <Special Force>, one of her inventions. Wired up all around the pavilion is an alcohol dispenser, a custom-made vending machine full of hard drugs, a dresser with her clothes, a myriad of electronic devices, a huge electronic safe for her cash, a spinning jewelry rack, and lots of external hard drives, all looted from various luxury homes in the outside world.

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As you approach, The Colonel is sitting on an arm of her couch, giving general directives to a few of her lieutenants, who are sitting in chairs on ground level,  while reviewing the particulars of her units on a tablet. She hears you and raises a hand in greeting. "Hey boss," she says, noticing you looking at her gathering.  "Nice crew, aren't they? They help me keep avoid the trivial shit, so I only have to deal with the important stuff. Gives me more time to fuck around. They tell some good jokes too." She laughs. She throws a thumb at the plaza around her. "You're down here for a reason, or you just want to hang out?"

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As you approach, The Colonel raises a hand in greeting and nods. She is on her couch, wearing only her combat suit tank top and fingerless gloves. She is holding and mashing a gaming controller that is plugged into her huge laptop, which is in turn plugged into her huge curved screen TV. There is a long-haired slave girl kneeling on the floor between her legs. The Colonel doesn't look anywhere close to orgasming, and with her headphones on, she apparently hasn't noticed you either. She's gotten really into
whatever game she's playing.

After observing this, you notice The Colonel leaning back on the couch and spreading her legs wide, worldessly bidding the slave to lick her a bit harder. You look down briefly, falling into your habits of inspection, but the slave's head is very much in the way. When The Colonel puts down her game controller you return your gaze to her face to find her taking her headphones off too. "Sorry boss, didn't know you were there. I was just seeing some of my people through a little skirmish near the border. I love this setup by engineers did for me. Its just like a game." You look at the bigscreen more closely; it actually is a modern officer's command-and-control software, complete with tactical maps, unit positions, and unit data, but it has been modified to respond accurately to a console controller's inputs. She just directed several badly outnumbered, cornered platoons through a hostile buildup of old world troops with only a few casualties. You were right to hire this woman, even if she has turned her job into a a very productive way to be lazy. She waves her hand at the plaza around her, "I think I did good. They would have lost way more guys on their own, y'know? Anyway, what's up?"

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As you approach, The Colonel is in no condition initially to greet you. She's stark naked and belly down on the counch in a deep sleep, a cellphone in hand. That gives you a very good view of her muscled, ever-so-slightly plusher body and ass while she lounges with her right foot off the side of her couch. She's gained a bit of weight since you first met her. Her ass is certainly better for it. Of course, by no means will you assume that she's become some soft weakling now. She is face down in a drugged-out stupor in the middle of a wide variety of powders and pills. Perhaps sensing your gaze, her head suddenly shoots up and she looks at you with unfocused, bloodshot eyes. "Sorry, boss," she slurs, wiping her face and weakly holding up a hand. "Hold on a second, I need something to help me out here. Long fucking night." She struggles to sit on the couch and bending over the table, loudly snorts up some of the white powder on it. "Ahhh, fuck," she says, breathing heavily.

She shakes her head powerfully now looking at you, her eyes once again alert and piercing. "That's better," she says, leaning back on the couch and giving you another good view of her assets. It would seem her tits have gotten a bit bigger too, since her tenure. "So, boss," she begins, "what brings you down here to our little funhouse? I trust you're happy with how we've been handling things out there?" You nod. "Great", she laughs. "I have to say; it's nice to have a place like this to chill while having being able to have fun out there too. We've been able to do what we want, take what we want, bring it back here and finally make a home for ourselves; a real home. Good fucking times." She laughs again. "So - I'm assuming you want something?"