Zeta’s Report

Green Foundation High Command,

The third member of Delta is Rahim Desai; he was 21 and goes by the nickname Shiva. You know Shiva, the god of destruction and regeneration in Hindu. Yeah, everyone gets the cool names while I'm stuck with Test-Tube.

The two of us were paired to do a simple mission and he'd been silent for the most part but after completing the mission he came out and said, "Test-Tube, I want to have sex with you," which caught me completely off guard. His reasoning was that he was the only member of Delta who hadn't done it with me, and he didn't want to feel left out.

I was annoyed but not with him, it was nearing the end of our training that I was seeing Jester's true colors, even though he delighted at making jests at my expense, he was parading me around like I was some sort of prize and naturally that didn't sit well with Dike so in her anger she accidentally blurted out that we had relations.

I feel like I'm in a tug of war, sigh.

"Fine but at your place, I'm staying with my daddy Doctor Stern Jäger, so I really don't want him to know," I responded.

His smirked was his response and instantly I knew that my dad already knew. Sigh, it's not like I defended myself from the rumor and I even confirmed the rumor to be true in my second report.

Was I becoming a whore for using sex as medicine for my PTSD after being raped and nearly killed? Was I becoming a disgrace in the eyes of Doctor Stern Jäger, a top scientist and the man who happened to be my dad?

I will not answer those questions in this report because I feel I need more time to access them plus I feel that I'm getting off track.

So, we went his place where it had a lot of decors from India his native homeland. Perhaps I should consider decorating my room in the decor of my homeland.

We entered his bedroom, I didn't bother showering, I just wanted to get this done and go home. I didn't shower before I left Dike's place so why bother? I was still annoyed but as I previously stated it wasn't with him. Or maybe I was a little, after all he just wanted it so he could have bragging rights too.

I've consented to being pimped out, sigh. I could have changed my mind but what would have been the point? I've already fucked two of my teammates so what's one more really? Besides, if I changed my mind he could think I was racist or be desperate enough to lie about fucking me, sometimes a lie difficult to get rid of and I didn't need lies spread about me.

We stripped out of our clothes, and he gazed at my tits and says they're beautiful.

"Thank you," I replied.

He approached me and he kissed me hungrily. His hands had caressed me from my back to my ass. He broke the kiss and requested a tit fuck from me. He asked if I knew what it was and I nodded. One of the men who raped me demanded that I do it.

To my amazement, he laid on the bed waiting. I thought it something I had to do only but I was being raped so things are different when it's consensual.

It was simple enough; I just placed my tits between his cock and start wanking it with my tits. The only difference is the man wasn't on top of me.

I straddled him and I took his cock and placed it between my tits and began rubbing it, I even gave the tip a lick which made him moan. I remember pumping him slowly while he laid there in awe watching my tits. It's not like he hadn't seen a pair before bragging rights. I picked up speed but not too much because I didn't want him to think I was rushing. I could see precum emerging from his prick and thought back to that man, at first, he made me do it but then he took over, pumping his cock between my them hard, his cockhead hurt my chin like the many testicles that had slammed hard against my chin. He kept pumping and pumping my tits until his cock exploded all over like the other shots I had but this one was perhaps worst because some of it got into my eyes which stung, and I got what was called a pearl necklace.

Only this time the chances of his cock exploding in my eye was 1% and sure enough I was right when it exploded, most of it was oozing out of his cock and some landed on my chin. I scooped it up off my chin and licked it off my fingers. I was going to lick him clean, but he told me not to. Instead, he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me off of him and I was on my stomach next to him. He asked me if he could fuck me in the ass and "Uh-Huh," was my reply.

I turned around and spit on his cock before sucked him off, tasting the mixture of semen and spit. He moaned as he pushed the back of head into his testicles. Once he released my head, I pulled out and turned around. The images of men including the clown who anally raped me flooded in. I suppressed the sobs and thought about how in the end I enjoyed it, I enjoyed that clown in my ass. I started to think, "Was this really the right type of medicine I needed?" To consent to anal sex?

I could still say no but I've already come this far and despite being forced, I enjoyed consensual sex with Jester so perhaps this would be the same.

I suddenly felt his weight upon me, my asscheeks parted and then his cock fully lubed up with spit and semen had entered my ass. He took his time pushing it in and I felt it stretching my walls apart. It didn't hurt like I thought it would, I guess it was because my ass had been loosen from forced taking of those multiple cocks. He thrusted slowly, smacked my ass cheeks, pulled my hair and groped my tits. He grunted and growled and I moaned and groaned. Yes is was how it was supposed to be, consensual sex.

I was cumming as he thrusted harder and faster into me and then I came and he exploded his seed into my into ass. He collapsed on top of me panting into his load and completely emptied.

He eventually got up and pulled out of me with a pop. He wiped his cock clean on my asscheeks and he went into the bathroom to clean himself up.

I eventually got up after his seed had seeped out, and immediately got redressed not caring that the sweat and semen clung to my body.

"You can use the shower," he said.

"No," I replied. "I have to get home, I don't want to worry my dad."

"You didn't enjoyed it?"

I beamed at him and said, "I loved it. Truly I did, but know I am not looking for a relationship at this time. But I am open to sex medication for my PTSD." He beamed. I was considering him over Jester; he wasn't crude or at least that was a side I haven't seen of him and hoped it never materialized.

As soon as we were both dressed, he took me home. I'm still pondering if this is the right course of action I should take in helping with my PTSD.

By disclosing all this rather private information directly from the source, there will be no embellishments on my part. This concludes my report on the Delta Squad of the Green Foundation's elite unit Stoßtruppen.

Zeta signing off...