"The transport shuttle was pitch black and silent. The remote pilots were navigating to the drop off point. She, #117, should have been focused on the mission, but instead she couldn’t stop thinking about the protector sitting next to her and about what was under his uniform. She’d only ever seen pictures in their medical training class, but when she fantasized, his penis was used only to pleasure her and her alone. Everyday during training, watching him perfect his shot, or when they fought each other in hand-to-hand combat, she would nearly explode from desire. The only other time she felt anything close to that rush was when she killed someone.
As far as she knew, no one in their squadron had ever been involved sexually. It was part of their oath. They all knew the consequences of breaking it. She justified her belief in their abstinence from two facts: the breeders were assigned to have sex and produce children and the protectors were physiologically programmed to not feel sexual desire. Which led to her bigger question of how she could feel this way about him.
They were all wearing their night vision goggles, which would stay switched off until they jumped - standard protocol. She assumed everyone else was mulling over the commander’s debriefing, while she was imagining his rock hard tool in her mouth and inside of her. Before she fully understood what was happening, she felt the blood rushing to her face and her clit. He had grabbed her inner thigh, strongly. She was shocked, confused, and completely aroused. As quickly as it had happened, his hand went away. No one seemed to have noticed.
She felt the shuttle slowing down, hovering over their destination. She tried to regain composure. The commander jumped first, followed by other members of the squadron. She was second to last. As she was about to turn on her goggles, her legs were pulled out from under her, and she fell hard, face first onto the floor. She immediately felt his weight upon her, unzipping her combat uniform, her gun still at her side. She could knock him out if she wanted. End it before it started, but she was paralyzed with desire. She felt the blade against her skin on her lower back and inner thighs as the thick uniform material was cut. He thrust his hard cock into her dripping wet vagina as he pressed his arm against the back of her neck. The sounds coming out of her mouth were nothing she’d heard before; complete ecstasy. She saw bright spots exploding behind her eyes as they reached orgasm together - #117 and #123. With one last thrust, he whispered “I call myself Zed.” Knowing what she had to do, she grabbed her gun, shot him straight through the heart and herself through the head. The shuttle returned to its normal state – pitch black and silent. "