Author's Notes: Appreciate all the feedback about T-Dolls. Please try and get it to me in PMs, because it's a lot easier to track there, and I may bounce ideas off you. I can't profess to be an expert on every T-Doll out there, and will be aiming to pick more obscure ones (i.e. not the AR Team, or 404, or the super well known/canonized ones). Those that have already PM'd me know that I will ask if you have requests/suggestions for scene ideas or T-Doll personality traits.

Reviewers -

Zuskato Zyus - I am definitely aiming for the 'less popular' characters, as there are a million M4 or UMP fics out there. The cast of GFL is pretty fantastic across the board. More gun-waifus need love!
Kargan3033 - Oh, it's Kalina every time.
Freddylan1 - The man is literally being beset at every turn. Though this is hardly going to be a serious fic, I wonder if there is something else at play here…
BabyPuffin - I will pretend I am firearms-knowledgeable and clever enough to have made that meta joke intentionally.
Mo Eazy - All good. This story is not meant to be taken super seriously, and I know that will lead to some confusion and head-scratching. As for Kalina walking in on him, it might happen a few more times, but I don't want to exhaust the joke too much. CR-21 is going to be the next one, then I really need to get an MG and Pistol into his lineup. Grizzly is fun, and to be honest there is some solid… research… out there… in her name. Jericho is a favorite of mine too. She is the first 5-star pistol I got.
Calibre4130 - She probably will be, as will Helianthus. Gotta be careful with them and not stepping on the toes of other works involving the human staff of G&K.
I Frederic I - Or maybe he is so lucky that it circles back around and makes him appear unlucky? Who knows? He's kind of just getting dragged along by life right now.
Chief93 - I really like that Type 9X idea. Definitely going to fit it in.
Terry - G41 might work. Probably will stay away from RO635 because she is too 'main,' if that makes sense.
Pan0ply - It'll mostly be smut. The getting-caught-act will die off in a chapter or two, for the most part, and there will kind of be a story, but it will largely just be excuses of Commander getting into intimate encounters. Except for one special T-Doll. She'll get a bit of a whole story arc that's more than just being Commander's bang-buddy.
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Touhou Guy - Glad you like it!


Girls Frontline Chapter Four: In Good Hands

Perspective - Saiga-12
Griffon Base Oberon
06:15 hours

This was the best time of day, in Saiga-12's mind. An hour before sunrise when the early risers all crowded into the showers at the base's gym to wash the grime and sweat of pre-morning workouts from their bodies. The lithe, lovely bodies of her fellow T-Dolls bared for public inspection, their skin glistening and so very healthy. Every so often a human staffer would sneak into the showers; they were generally not quite as lovely, though some of the effort they took to beautify themselves could not be looked down on. T-Dolls just had it better; they were designed to be lovely, whereas humans had to work for it.

The Elite Shotgun let out a pleased noise as the rumble of a dozen showers echoed in her ears. She always waited for the showers to become full, counting out the bodies entering the room until she was certain it was almost at capacity. After all, there was no point in taking a shower unless she was shoulder-to-shoulder with some bodacious beauties. Why bother taking time cleaning oneself unless there was eye candy everywhere she could look?

Two more T-Dolls padded into the shower room, their delicious rumps bouncing as they stepped up and down the jutting lip that served as a stoppage for overflowing water. A quick mental count confirmed this was the optimal number inside, and Saiga leapt into action. She threw her towel onto the waiting rack then she scooped up her shower caddy and headed inside. Stepping into the spacious shower room, she glanced this way and that and took note of who had shown up today. It was usually the same crowd. T-Dolls were particular about their routines, after all, even the lazy ones.

"Ah… this is the life," she breathed, stretching luxuriously as wafting steam caressed her face and body. A few of the closer T-Dolls glanced over at her, identifying the newest entrant into the showers, and rolled their eyes. One or two blushed and huddled closer under their shower faucets. "Good morning, my lovelies!"

"Ugh…"

A familiar groaning sound emanated from a shower to her left. Saiga recognized the voice, sighed, and headed in that direction.

"Big sister, are you drunk already? It's not even breakfast time!"

Saiga's older sister, AK47, leaned against the wall of her shower stall, a dazed look on the Assault Rifle's face and a greenish hue on her cheeks. Her shower was set to cold, and just being near it made Saiga's skin prickle. "Nyet… this is from last night."

"You're still drunk?"

"Challenged new Commander…" the T-Doll grumbled. "We… hammered."

"I'll say," Saiga groaned, wanting to reach across the freezing stream and smack her older sister upside the head. "You know better than to drink that much! How many times have you-"

"Seven hundred sixty two," AK47 mumbled, reciting the number in agony. The Assault Rifle lurched suddenly, dropping to her knees, and vomited into the drain. Saiga squealed and leapt backwards, carefully avoiding any splash damage. "Oh… I don't feel so good."

The Shotgun glared down at her older sister. "Idiot."

"Heehee… Commander's probably not feeling much better. There's that, at least."

"If he drank at much as whatever… this… was, he probably isn't even alive," Saiga grumbled.

Her sister did not reply. A loud, sawing snore rose up from the Assault Rifle. Unable to hide her disbelief, Saiga gaped down at the unconscious Assault Rifle and shook her head.

"What am I supposed to do with you, big sister?"

"Don't worry about her," a cheery voice said. Makarov peered out from her own stall just one down. The diminutive white-haired Pistol glanced down at AK47 as if she had expected to find her there. "I'll get her back to her room."

"Thank you, little one." The Shotgun offered a dazzling smile.

"I'm not little!" Puffing out her cheeks, Makarov stomped her petite foot and disappeared back into her stall.

Saiga took that as her cue to move on. There were only two stalls open. Curiously, the unoccupied stalls shared a third stall between them. This one held the mature, curvy form of the base's star Rifle, DSR-50.

"Oh, this is a sight for sore eyes!" The Shotgun flashed the Rifle her lewdest grin as she sauntered into one of the open stalls. A quick flick of her wrist launched her caddy onto the waiting hook, and she flicked the shower straight to full blast. "And how is my gorgeous Rifle doing this morning?"

The Rifle did not offer a reply. Saiga let her smile remain for a few seconds, gazing at the thin plastic wall that separated them.

"DSR?"

"It's fine," DSR-50 replied, her voice curt and unusually distant.

Her fellow T-Doll's lack of enthusiasm could have been attributed to exasperation at Saigai's antics, most of the others were like that with her, but DSR and Saiga had always been somewhat close. The Elites all stuck closer together, in a manner of speaking. They did not necessarily hang out and group together, but they had a different level of friendships that they could not have with the others. It might have been a subtle directive of their programming, but they got along well with each other even at the worst of times. It was very unlike DSR to not at least offer that matronly smile and a few teasing replies.

Genuine concern for her fellow T-Doll's wellbeing overrode any saucy intent, and Saiga peeked her head around the barrier. DSR stood motionless under the shower faucet, one hand against the wall, the other at her side. She had her head bowed, eyes closed as she took deep, rhythmic breaths. Her wonderful hair stretched limply down her body, glistening from the after effects of whatever shampoo she had put in it. The Rifle took immense pride in her appearance, and spent almost as much time as Saiga on self-maintenance.

What she did not do, however, was linger. DSR-50 had always been a Tactical Doll of purpose, and loathed wasting time and inefficiency. Standing about in the shower like this was out of character for the mature Rifle.

"What's up, DSR?"

A deep sigh slid from the Rifle's lungs, and DSR-50 only offered a grunt of acknowledgement. Lifting her head to face the incoming stream, the Rifle cupped the water in both hands before dunking her face. There was an edge of resignation to her movement. It was like the life had drained out of her and she was a puppet following the urgings of strings.

"I don't want to talk about it, Saiga."

"Aw, don't be like that. Something's got you in a mood. It isn't like you to mope around." The Shotgun ducked back into her own stall and poured out shampoo onto her hands. She took a few moments to lather her hair, meticulously wetting her whole head and ensuring it was thoroughly coated in shampoo. "You know you can tell me anything. Who do I have to put a beating on to make you smile again?"

"That'd be the Commander, I'd say," a helpful voice called out from a nearby stall. The dark-skinned, bright-eyed CR-21 leaned out of her stall with a lazy smile on her face. The former fitness trainer was out every morning before the crack of dawn, and led a yoga class that was popular with both T-Dolls and human staffers. The Assault Rifle's amber eyes glinted as she shifted her gaze from Saiga to DSR-50. "Word on the lanes is that he dumped her."

"He… dumped… her?" Saiga blinked, not comprehending what she meant.

"Well, you heard about Commander and Ithaca, right?" Another T-Doll's voice echoed from a nearby stall. Mk48's dulcet tone contrasted sharply with the content of her speech. "From what I've heard the Commander's an utter beast. He even came onto Honey Badger at the firing range."

"Evil," a third voice agreed, ringing out from a stall.

"Pervert," called out a fourth.

"Villain."

"Sexy- I mean, uh, savage."

"Animal."

The shower room began to fill with voices of assent as various T-Dolls made their thoughts known about the new Commander. Saiga listened to it all in silence, wondering just what she had missed in the few days she had been over at Base Titania. Sure, they had a new Commander when she got back two nights ago, and the base was buzzing with rumors like it always did whenever there was a significant personnel change, but seriously? He couldn't have been at the base for more than a couple days. And he had hooked up with three T-Dolls already?

More importantly, he had hooked up with DSR-50! Saiga had been trying to do that for YEARS! THAT WASN'T ALLOWED! HE TOOK HER PRECIOUS DSR-50 AND HE VIOLATED HER WITH HIS FILTHY DICK! UNFORGIVABLE! THAT GODDAMNED BASTARD AND HIS SHITTY FUCKING DICK!

"You poor thing," Saiga murmured, abandoning her stall. Uncaring that her hair was still foaming with shampoo and she was only half cleaned, she snuck up behind the silent Rifle and wrapped her up in an embrace from behind. No one saw the murderous grin on Saiga's face, the grin she hid by pressing her face between the taller Rifle's shoulder blades. "Did the dirty man hurt you?"

"..." DSR stiffened in her arms, but she did not pull away.

"C'mon, Dee. You know I'm here for you."

Playful banter aside, Saiga burned with anger at the thought of another person having their way with DSR-50. DSR-50 was a magnificent lady, and deserved far better than to be used and discarded like a… like a tool! The only tool was that asshole Commander who had defiled her and then left her behind as he moved on to someone else. Ithaca, really? That try-hard Shotgun!

She waited like that, clinging to the Rifle's back, breathing in the sweet scent of DSR-50's wet body. Her hair smelled wonderfully, and Saiga had to resist the urge to nibble at her skin as she willed the Rifle to open up a little.

"...it's fine," DSR-50 said after a full minute of silence. She lifted her hands, settling them on Saiga's arms, but she did not pry herself free. Her voice did sound a little more cheerful, though. "Thank you for your concern, Saiga."

Her reticence to say more bothered the Shotgun, but Saiga understood that this was hardly a private space. There were plenty of others around. Her intent had not been to get the Rifle to open up anyways, but to lighten up a little. A real talk could come later. For now, Saiga made it her goal to get the Rifle to smile, and perhaps give that haughty giggle that made T-Dolls go weak at the knees.

Operation Make-DSR-50-Smile was officially a go.

Saiga's hands began to wander across DSR-50's stomach, sliding up to cup the undersides of her massive boobs. Greedy fingers dug into the soft flesh of the Rifle's breasts, but not in a sensual way. Well, you couldn't really grope breasts in a non-sensual way, but the intent was what mattered, Saiga had decided a long time ago. She alternated with her fingers, squeezing in rapid little waves, eliciting a blush from the sullen Rifle.

"Am I gonna have to molest you until you smile, DSR?"

"Saiga…"

A soft lick of her tongue across the Rifle's spine caused DSR-50 to shiver. The taller T-Doll abruptly lunged forward, tearing free of the Shotgun's grasp, and crossed her arms over her breasts defensively.

"That's enough, Saiga!"

Anger flared in the Rifle's eyes. DSR-50 glared down at the Shotgun, no trace of amusement or understanding on her cold face. There was only anger. Anger… and pain. Saiga gazed at her dumbly, struggling to understand the complicated emotions warring on the Rifle's face.

"B-but-"

"I am not in the mood? Just leave me alone."

The Rifle stepped forward and shoved Saiga out of her stall. It was not a terribly strong push; she was not aiming to hurl Saiga away but instead move her back far enough the Rifle could grab the curtain and draw it across her stall, cutting her off from the outside world.

Stunned by her comrade's uncharacteristically brusque behavior, Saiga remained motionless outside the stall. A tiny part of her wondered if DSR-50 was playing games, and expecting her to suddenly pull back the curtain with that winsome smile and those teasing eyes.

"You should let her have some space," a quiet voice told the Shotgun. CR-21 stood right behind Saiga, having crept up unnoticed in Saiga's stupor. The Assault Rifle gave her cheshire smile as she rolled her shoulders, causing her wonderfully perky boobs to bounce before the Shotgun's eyes. Ordinarily Saiga would have been all over that, but she was too confused by DSR-50's behavior to fully appreciate the display. The long-legged T-Doll had little if any sense of shame, particularly in the showers. "She is still processing. Commander did a real number on her."

"He… what did he do to DSR?"

"Well…" CR-21 lowered her voice and leaned closer. "Let's just say she won't be forgetting him any time soon."

"That good?" Saiga arched an eyebrow in disbelief. They were both whispering. The showers were loud enough to drown out any noise from outside the stalls when speaking softly unless a T-Doll was running her sensor suite at maximum reception. More importantly, had the Commander truly satisfied DSR-50? It was hard to satisfy a T-Doll. Their higher specs made them naturally outlast most humans. Though Saiga did not know every now and then a human came along that a T-Doll grew particularly fond of, and even more rarely there'd be someone who could actually match a T-Doll's inherent stamina.

"There was a video," CR-21 teased. She put a finger to her lips and winked conspiratorially. Saiga had not realized how close the Assault Rifle was standing. Their cheeks brushed against each other, and CR-21's ear twitched against Saiga's head. Another time Saiga would have found this amusing, delicious even. The sultry Assault Rifle was incredibly easy on the eyes, and had just the kind of easy going personality that made approaching her enticing. But, right now it just felt intimate, but not in an erotic way. No, it felt like CR-21 was about to whisper some ungodly secret to her. "Miss Kalina expunged all copies, even going so far as to patch our daily updates to purge the video lest anyone held onto it for… you know, entertainment."

Saiga frowned. There was a video? Of DSR-50? And she hadn't known about it! God, if someone told her she had missed the entire apocalypse she might even believe it at this point.

"If our memory banks were purged, then how do you know about it?"

"She didn't purge our memory banks, just the video itself. And that video… mhm… that Commander is something. I wouldn't mind having a private yoga lesson with him some day."

"Grrr…" Saiga realized her fists were shaking. Forcing her fingers apart, she put on her fakest grin and met the Assault Rifle's gaze. "Well, lucky for me I am assigned as his adjutant today. Maybe I'll find out what all I've missed directly from the source."

-v-

"Is everyone here?"

Kalina glanced around the office, conducting a quick headcount.

"Okay… let's see… Helianthus, are you here?"

Silence greeted her question. Kalina glared over her clipboard at the silent, brooding figure.

"I am literally the only person in the room other than yourself," the direct secretary of Griffin and Kryuger's CEO sighed in exasperation.

"Then this shouldn't take more than a second," Kalina shot back.

Helianthus let her head droop, catching it in one hand. This morning had been headache enough without Kalina demanding an 'emergency Commander update meeting.' Slowly, reluctantly, she raised her other hand.

"Here."

"Aw, there we go. Looks like everyone needed for this meeting has arrived." Kalina's expression reversed into a childish grin. Tossing her clipboard, which had a single sheet of blank paper attached to it, aside, she hopped up to sit on the front of her desk. Her long legs dangled idly, drumming against the desk as she settled into a comfortable position. "So, you're probably wondering why I called you here today…"

"To talk about the new Commander," Helianthus grunted.

"Wow, you're super smart." Kalina's eyes twitched, narrowing in irritation. The sarcasm bled off of her smiling lips in a thick, torrential wave. "Was it the name of the meeting that gave it away?"

"Kalina, I have two more bases to visit by the end of day." The secretary breathed in deeply, calmed her rising anger, and offered a tight-lipped smile. "What do we need to discuss? Has the new Commander been settling in?"

"Oh, he's been making himself right at home," Kalina grumbled. Her shoulders drooped slightly, and the cheery facade faded to a truer, more natural expression of exasperation. "He's actually fitting in just swell, work-wise."

"... and outside of work?" She caught the unspoken but in the logistics officer's sentence.

"He's a goddamn horndog," Kalina complained. "It hasn't even been 72 hours since I was originally scheduled to officially introduce him to the base and he's already banged three of the Tactical Dolls! The man is a libido-crazed freak! He literally is sticking his dick in every T-Doll that crosses his path!"

Helianthus blinked slowly, stunned by her comrade's announcement. She might have thought Kalina was joking were it not for the deadly-serious gleam in Kalina's eyes. That caused her to take the logistics officer at her word, because while Kalina had a reputation for goofing off, she was no liar. Not for something like this.

While G&K did not officially disallow relationships between humans and Tactical Dolls and there was nothing explicitly prohibiting relationships between Commanders and subordinates, the topic was always a tricky one. The intense nature of their work led to many Commanders becoming intimate with the Tactical Dolls, though often on a platonic level. There were exceptions, though she herself had never encountered a Commander who openly admitted to having a sexual relationship with one of his Tactical Dolls. But they did exist.

It was one of those things you just politely ignored so long as it did not bring trouble to the base. However, if what Kalina claimed was true, then there could certainly be issues with base morale and discipline down the line. G&K had never hired a playboy before, though there were always some lower ranking staff that thought they were. If this Commander was as wild and lustful as Kalina claimed then they had missed something rather… noteworthy… in his bio.

Not that a person's sexual habits needed to be disclosed in any manner. That sort of thing had nothing to do with how well they could be an operating base Commander.

"Start from the beginning," she ordered. While Kalina gathered her thoughts, Helianthus pulled out a small notebook from her breast pocket and prepared herself to take notes.

"So it started when I was bringing Ithaca over to meet him. He was staying at that fancy hotel in town, you know, the one you go to all the time for those mixers that nev-"

"Just stick to the relevant facts," Helianthus growled. She felt her cheeks heating up at the humiliating reminder.

"Right," Kalina rolled her eyes. "As I was saying, I take Ithaca to his room to do a proper meet-and-greet, and I find him half-naked in his room, with three Tactical Dolls holding him at gunpoint, and discovered that he's already thoroughly meeted-and-greeted DSR-50 like a one-man bukkake machine."

"He- what?"

"I mean, there was splooge everywhere!" Kalina threw her arms out wide. "On the sheets, on the carpet, in the bathroom. You'd think he had a firehose packed with semen and he just started spraying it around everywhere. The cleaning bills we had to-"

"I noted the abnormal cleaning bill for a hotel room listed in your monthly expenditures," Helianthus commented, cutting off Kalina before her own face grew too hot. She realized she was not prepared for how explicit the logistics officer could be. Clearly, Kalina was worked up about this. "You… ah… what I am hearing is that he had sex with DSR-50."

"Bingo. According to the video recording they banged for like six hours, and he had only just taken a break when the others showed up."

"Six! Wait, no, that's not important." She gently slapped her own cheeks to clear her head. A man that could go that long in bed? Did the idea of that make her excited, or nauseous, or both? "Was it consensual?"

"I mean, kind of." Kalina shrugged, pulling a face. "DSR-50 said afterwards that it was a rather silly misunderstanding. She approached him like an escort, because she thought he was part of that T-Doll smuggling ring we've been on the lookout for, and he thought she was a… uh…" a blush crept onto Kalina's face, "a gift."

"... a gift?"

"You know those times when two people are both talking sideways, but somehow that sideways chatter aligns perfectly and makes sense to both of them, but it is entirely not what either of them intended, but they both don't realize that they're totally missing what the other is pretending not to say?"

"I don't even know what you just said."

"Well, it's like that. They both knew what they were doing, but they didn't know what the other was doing, and so I guess it was consensual?"

"Okay…" Helianthus stared at her notepad, trying to figure out how to write down anything useful from Kalina's story. All she had down so far was the number '6,' and about a dozen exclamation points after that. She groaned when she realized what she had taken notes on and hastily tore that page out and stuffed the crumpled paper into a pocket. "Humiliating, but hardly an issue."

"Well, then there's what happened with Ithaca! That same night she gave him a tour of the base, and then when she took him back to his room, she tried to seduce him in order to secure a spot on the away teams."

"She tried to what?"

Commander's behavior aside, the thought of a Tactical Doll attempting that posed a serious issue. G&K teams were carefully vetted and managed by the base Commanders. If word got out that T-Dolls were using less-than-honorable methods to earn favorable treatment, the company's reputation would take a serious blow. Not to mention that away teams and base morale could fracture under the revelation of such misdeeds.

"The Commander turned her down," Kalina assured Helianthus with a dismissive wave of her hand. "As I said, he's pretty swell at his job. According to Ithaca he talked her out of the idea, told her that the away teams would be decided fair and square. She said he was a proper gentleman about it."

"Ithaca… I remembered seeing something passed up about that. The former Commander… what was his name?"

The logistics officer shrugged. "Meh, he was kind of forgettable. I already don't remember."

"He really was a wallflower," Helianthus agreed. "But he did have that one thing he always said… what was it?"

"Flat is justice?" Kalina chuckled to herself.

"Yes. Good god, I remember that now. There were quite a few complaints sent up about his favoritism of the less-endowed Tactical Dolls." Helianthus sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "I can see why Ithaca was so upset, and perhaps why she was so desperate to get a spot. But everything turned out well, it sounds like. Nothing happened between them?"

"No, they fucked." Kalina shrugged. "Ithaca claims she instigated it. She was so grateful for his offering her a fair deal that she got carried away and kissed him, then one thing led to another… and she said something about 'slamfucking' being a new kink of hers, not that I really know what th-"

"I- I thought you said he turned her down," Helianthus sputtered, hastening to interrupt Kalina before she carried on.

"Yeah," Kalina gave her a deadpan stare. "He did. She came onto him anyways."

"So it was also consensual."

"Sure, but that's not the point." A huff made Kalina's shoulders twitch. "The very next morning, Honey Badger jumped into his booth at the indoor practice lanes. She was pissed off at him for having sex with Ithaca, and maybe a little nervous about getting transferred again, so she sucked his dick that goaded him into having sex with her in the freaking booth at the goddamn practice range!"

"Honey Badger… forced herself onto him?" The blood drained from Helianthus' face. That was a big problem, but not for the reason that Kalina thought it was. The Commander could file a sexual harassment suit against the company if he wanted to. If word got out that Tactical Dolls were sexually harassing human staff… there would be blood in the next board meeting.

"Yeah, and the bastard took her up on it. He banged her so hard she short-circuited and had to go through a complete system reboot!" The logistics officer scowled, though it was plainly clear that she and Helianthus were upset for radically different reasons. "He's a rampaging maniac!"

"It sounds like each of these events were brought to him, though." Helianthus grimaced. She silently offered a prayer to any god that was listening that the Commander would not file a complaint about the behavior of any of these wayward Tactical Dolls. "According to what you said, he was never the instigator."

"It doesn't matter whether or not he instigated anything," Kalina thundered. "You put a pair of tits in front of him and he's helpless! The man couldn't keep his dick in his pants if his life depended on it. Right now, I've got Saiga-12 as his adjutant. Now, I'm not making judgements here, but she seems to like T-Dolls a lot better than she likes humans, and she's even pissed at him for having slept with DSR-50. But I will bet you an entire month's salary that if we were to walk out of this office and go pay him a visit he'll be balls deep in her when we open the door!"

"I- tha- that's- ," Helianthus stammered. "No! I cannot see why any of this is his fault. Certainly, I can speak with him about the importance of maintaining a sense of aloofness and distance from his subordinates, but nothing you listed is valid grounds for complaint. Except perhaps public indecency from the incident with Honey Badg-"

"I'll give him public indecency," Kalina pouted. "Anyway, Helianthus. The point of it is that something needs to be done about that rabid animal that is our Commander. At this rate he's going to bang his way through the entire roster before the year is out! Good thing is, I know just what we need to subdue his carnal urges, and all it takes is a single signature from you."

The logistics officer ended her sales pitch with a brilliant, innocent grin. It was the perfect smile for someone looking to sell something incredibly shady. Having known Kalina for some time, Helianthus was not swayed in the slightest.

"What is it," she asked, bracing herself for whatever crazy idea Kalina had come up with.

"Genital cuffs," the logistics officer announced, looking inordinately proud of herself.

"Rejected!"

-v-

Commander gazed up at her as she stepped into his office. She had read his bio during breakfast, taking careful note of his background and commendations, memorizing anything that she could use as a weakness. He had an impressive curriculum vitae. Almost too impressive, like it had been invented by a professional and tailored to catch the eye of G&K. Spotless, beautiful, competent. That made her suspicious.

Her initial impression of the Commander fell right in line with her first look at him. The man had a sharp, clinical appearance. His uniform immaculate, his posture straight and unflinching, and his desk was organized neatly with minimal clutter or accessory. The very picture of a perfect desk-rider.

It was only as her eyes lingered on his face that she noticed his imperfections. The subtle bags under his eyes, the strain in his neck and shoulders as he fought to keep himself upright. There was no trace of the intense drinking he had supposedly done with AK47 the previous night, but that most likely contributed to his general appearance. He was exhausted, though his pride refused to show it. She could see the emptied keurig cups in the small trash bin beside the mini bar. Caffeine alone kept him running. That fell in line with her expectations.

Every Commander she had met had the same stretched-thin look. Running the base really did require a lot, and took a lot. Setting aside her disgust of the man, she could not deny the fact that Commanders tended to be highly competent. It was just… those same Commanders all defaulted to having glaring personality issues.

Issues like feasting on her precious DSR-50 and leaving her in his wake, the piece of shit!

"Good morning, Commander. My name is Saiga. I'll be your adjutant today."

Her cheery introduction bore none of her malice towards the scumbag sitting in the chair. Commander nodded towards her, his eyes narrowing slightly as he no doubt struggled to recall her information. After a suitable pause, recognition sparked in his eyes and he offered a tired greeting.

"Good morning, Saiga-12."

"Saiga is fine, Commander." The Shotgun held her fake smile as she curtised. Then, striding fearlessly into his room, she assumed her position at the side of the desk and watched him expectantly. "How may I assist this morning?"

She had already decided on an appropriate punishment for this bastard. First she would seduce him, likely a horrifically easy task, then she would expose him for the scum that he was and have him locked up and drummed out of the base. Perhaps she could even get him reported to the Tactical Doll Advocacy Group and get him put on that list.

As expected, he did not immediately cast his lecherous gaze on her. No, he was smarter than that. To seduce a Tactical Doll as refined and sophisticated as DSR-50, he had to be some special kind of charmer. She had little doubt he would put the moves on her soon enough. All she had to do was wait and match his pace with her own.

The Commander gestured to a stack of papers on the edge of the desk.

"This should be the last of yesterday's Training Data. Could you compile the reports into the… Basic, Intermediate and Expert?"

"Basic, Intermediate and Advanced." She masked her sneer at his mispeaking by scooping up the papers and turning back to the adjutant's desk. Taking a moment to present herself for his vile eyes, she made a show of shuffling the papers before sliding into her chair and beginning her actual work.

There was a TON of Training Data to parse through. Since the Commander had everyone retaking the training courses they had a significant influx. On the one hand, it was awfully boring to work through and there was little new or exciting about it. On the other hand, any Training Data was good Training Data, and she knew they would find a good use for it once it was properly sorted, delivered to Persica, and uploaded into future patches.

Oh, G36 shaved a full second off her best time. Neat.

An hour passed in relative silence. She snuck a look over every so often, doing her best to balance her workload with keeping an eye on that bastard in the commander's chair. He either was an expert at hiding his gazes or he truly was not looking at her. Each time she glanced over his way the man had his nose buried in a report. He did seem to bounce around a bit, cycling between reading T-Doll bios, scanning the upkeep reports, and attending to the dozens of various tasks that his job required.

He took his job seriously, at least. That was good.

A full hour after she sat down, Saiga heard the Commander grunt in irritation. She quickly looked up, her pen hovering over the signature line on FNC's Training Data. To her disappointment, the sound had nothing to do with her other goal, and merely that the Commander had run out of coffee. He glared down at his empty mug, the inevitable debate raging in his eyes on whether or not to get another cup.

"Shall I make another cup, Commander?" She eased out of her chair, taking her time to stretch in a way that should catch his gaze. His eyes shifted over to her, dipped slightly across her body, then flicked away with the faintest hint of embarrassment.

"That would be appreciated. Flavor doesn't matter."

"As you wish."

Saiga eased out of her chair and strode over to the coffeemaker. It stood on the polished granite minibar, but the keurig cups and other materials lay in the drawers underneath. The Shotgun intentionally bent at the waist while she searched the drawers, presenting her backside to the Commander as if for inspection.

"Hm… I don't see any more cups," she reported.

"I see." His voice conveyed resignation. Saiga closed the drawers and opened the minifridge beside them, seeing what else was available.

"This place needs a restock," she complained. "All you have is water."

There was a cracking sound from the desk.

When Saiga turned around, she found the Commander staring intently at his desk, though his eyes had a hunted look about them. The pen in his hand stuck out at an odd angle, having snapped under a sudden pressure.

"...just… water?"

"Just water," she confirmed, holding up a water bottle.

"That's fine," Commander muttered. He set the broken pen down with a curious stiffness, then closed his eyes and whispered something under his breath.

"Just a coincidence," he appeared to be murmuring. "It's just a coincidence. It's just a coincidence…"

Something was clearly wrong with this weirdo. Ignoring what a scummy person he was, clearly the man had some kind of deep-seated trauma that he suffered from. Maybe that was what drove him to be such a scumbag. Humans were fragile, after all. Though, that would hardly excuse him for what he had done to DSR-50. The man would pay regardless. Anyone who harmed one of her precious beautiful comrades would suffer an unimaginable fate.

Saiga shrugged off her questions about the Commander's strange reaction and approached his desk with the bottle. For a moment she toyed with uncapping it. A cup of coffee would have suited her needs better. She could not exactly 'accidentally' spill a sealed water bottle all over his lap, and even if she did cold water was much less effective than scalding hot coffee. Plan Get-His-Pants-Off-So-I-Can-Blackmail-Him would have to find an alternative.

"Here you go, Commander."

Commander accepted the water bottle, but rather than drinking it, he placed the chilled plastic bottle against his forehead and spent a few seconds in silence. The tightness faded from his face, leaving him with a surprisingly innocent expression as basked in the cold.

He actually was kind of handsome, Saiga thought bitterly. For a dastardly pervert.

"Something the matter?"

Her innocently-voiced question caused the Commander to crack one eyelid open and stare up at her. A complicated look formed on his face, then he gave the slightest shake of his head.

"Some of the Tactical Dolls invited me out for drinks last night. Got a touch of a lingering headache. That's all."

"It must be hard keeping up with us," she tittered, hiding the sneer on her mouth with a hand.

"Tactical Dolls are amazing," he conceded. "I've seen a lot in my time, but you ladies are something else."

"That we are." She could not help but feel a little pride that the man acknowledged their skills. After all, he did pretty damn good in that training exercise. The man had his own skills. Not polished to the level of a Tactical Doll, but he had abilities above the average human staffer.

"Kalina's report says that you are a cornerstone of the base." Commander leaned back in his chair and set the bottle on the desk. He spent a moment gazing at her, then swallowed a mouthful of water.

"She is too kind," Saiga insisted. She stepped back from his desk and retreated to her seat.

"Your file is chock-full of positive performance reviews, and your comrades sing your praises. AK47 says you're like a sister to her."

I AM her sister, Saiga complained silently.

Commander fell silent, his attention drifting off. After several seconds of quiet, Saiga glanced back over at him, but he was gazing vacantly at the door to the office. Another couple seconds passed before he shook his head and resumed his work. They spent another hour or so like this, each working in their own little world, hardly speaking save for occasional curt remarks.

It was possible that the man's guard was up. For him to be as voracious and sinful as he was must mean that the man had a history of sordid dealings and dark relationships. Seducing him might be harder than she thought. Well, she had confidence she could trick him into something by the end of the day.

"How well do you know DSR-50?"

The question came out of nowhere, a softball pitch that landed neatly in her lap as if it had been bundled up in a neat bow. Saiga blinked several times, confused by the perfection of the request that came from the man's mouth. So he wanted more information about DSR, eh? An evil smile formed inside her thoughts, but Saiga let none of it show as she eyed the Commander.

His expression was troubled, but guileless. For the past few minutes he had been struggling: picking up papers then putting them right back down, fiddling with a new pen, breathing in and out with excessive noise as if his lungs were only half-functioning. The undeniable signs of a troubled mind filled the room with random, useless noises. Finally he mustered up the courage to ask, and Saiga could not have asked for a better chink in his armor.

"What do you want to know about her," she asked, maintaining an innocent air. Twisting her upper body towards the man, she perched her hands on the edge of her seat. The position squished her breasts together but the man did not take notice this time. Rather, he still had that distant expression on his face, as if he was not truly looking at Saiga.

He exhaled slowly, collecting his thoughts. Likely the question had surprised her as much as it had surprised himself. The seconds ticked by with agonizing slowness while the simple human brain struggled to align its synapses. Impatience flooded Saiga's nerves; she forced that down and concentrated on forming replies to the various answers she projected he would give.

"I don't honestly know," he admitted.

That was not what she had expected. Favorite foods, music choices, the color of her panties… that was the kind of thing that a playboy bastard like him should be asking. Instead he went with that weakass ambivalent non-answer. Was he playing hard to get, or seeing what information he could glean from her without revealing his intentions? It was a ploy, then. Well, Saiga wasn't foolish enough to fall for that.

"We haven't talked since… since I ran into her in the city." Commander picked up a file and began flipping aimlessly through it. "I've read her file front to back, but it doesn't have anything personal in it. Not that I expected it to. Truth of it is I really don't know much at all about you ladies. You aren't human, but you're damn near almost are. You eat food, drink alcohol, have hobbies."

"Imagine that, we aren't mindless robots," she murmured silently, her lips not moving in the slightest.

"I am sure you are aware of my… escapades," he said, appearing distinctly embarrassed. "And I can imagine that you Tactical Dolls don't have a terribly high opinion of me right now. I will be the first to admit that this is not how I wanted my first days on base to go, nor did I envision anything of the kind occurring. That being said, I don't really know anything about DSR-50 aside from what is in her file, and I want to fix that."

"To what end?"

Saiga cocked her head to the side as she asked, once again feigning ignorance. Humans were vulnerable to that pose, she had learned. Even this commander hesitated under the weight of her doe-eyed expression. A lull seeped into the conversation before the commander grunted and took another swig of water.

"A fresh start, maybe."

The bottle twirled about in his hand, spinning in a lazy circle. Saiga watched it for a moment, wondering how the man would respond if she suddenly shot it out of his hand.

"You want to try again with DSR?"

"It might not be an exaggeration to say that our first encounter left much to be desired," he stated. "She has been avoiding me, probably with good reason. If I find a common ground, maybe I can use that to approach her."

So he did want to try again with her. Saiga resisted the urge to put her fist through his skull. The bastard really wanted to humiliate her precious Rifle again! Was once not enough? Not only had he violated her, but he filmed it! Did he intend to do that again as well? Or perhaps next time he would bring a gang of miscreants along, and they would take their turns ravishing her succulent body until she was soiled beyond recovery.

"Saiga?"

The Shotgun smiled down at the human commander, having risen from her chair unconsciously. Both her hands were tightened into fists, and the urge to not pummel this piece of shit into a bloody pulp filled her limbs with the static of her neural restrictions frantically screaming at her motors to not swing those deadly fists.

"Perhaps it is best you leave her alone," she offered, filtering her tone through grinding teeth.

"That is just avoidance," he countered, though he did not appear entirely against the idea. "But as long as she serves at Base Oberon, this tension is going to linger. The base cannot afford to have one of their best operators off her game. From the reports I have gotten, she is not up to her best, and I do not want to endanger her or her comrades by sending her out in this state. However, she is a Tactical Doll. That is why you were created and I do not want to punish her for my indiscretions by consigning her to base duty."

As much as the Shotgun wanted to hiss and curse at the man, she could not deny that his point had merit. If DSR-50 was this badly affected by what had happened between them, she would only be a danger to whatever team she was placed on. It was entirely this bastard's fault, but DSR-50 was the one who was truly suffering for it. Forcing him to apologize would at least put her on the first steps to recovery.

In the process, maybe she could turn this situation to her advantage. Lure Commander into doing something she could pounce on, and drag him into the hell he deserved for laying hands on the sexy Rifle.

Still, the next words out of Saiga's mouth pained her more than chewing on glass.

"Have you tried inviting her out to a meal?"

"Off base?" Commander frowned. "I haven't set foot off base since coming in. Haven't had the time to even consider it."

"So she isn't worth your time," Saiga growled, unable to hide her fury. She mitigated it somewhat by inflecting a judgemental tone. Yeah, that was okay. Any self-respecting Tactical Doll would feel the same about another if treated so carelessly.

"No that- that did sound bad, didn't it?" Commander laughed softly and showed an apologetic grimace. "I meant that keeping afloat of these duties is taking every waking moment so far. There is a lot of backlog to clear out. By the end of the week I should have the time to plan out a meal with DSR and-"

"DSR-50," Saiga corrected, scowling at his impudence. A man such as him did not deserve to call her by the short version of her name!

"Yes, DSR-50." His little nod of acknowledgement incensed her even further for how easily he backed down from that nickname. Almost as if it meant nothing to him. "Point is, yes, I would like to try taking her out to a meal, see if that can smooth things over. Thank you for your suggestion, Saiga. Do you have any recommendations for dining facilities?"

"Springfield operates a cafe on the edge of town during the weekends," Saiga reported.

Springfield's cafe would be a safe place. It was often filled with Tactical Dolls, and Saiga could load it up to be extra cautious should this hypothetical plan even come into fruition. Not that she would let him last this long at the base.

True to her expectations, Commander did not seem keen on the idea of going to a place filled with base personnel.

"I am not sure that atmosphere would be suited to a meeting," he muttered. "What we have to talk about is rather intimate. I would not want her to worry about comrades overhearing the conversation."

You mean you don't want us keeping an eye on her to protect her from you, you piece of shit, Saiga thought. She could only push back so much, since this was her own idea she had offered.

"Then I will find an appropriate list of venues," she offered, putting on that sickeningly fake smile.

"Thank you again, Saiga." Commander grinned up at her, oblivious to her internal thoughts.

"You are welcome, Commander."

Saiga leaned forward suddenly, presenting her cheek to the startled human. Her aggressive move left her leaning so far forward he instinctively flinched backwards.

"Saiga?"

"You may kiss me on my cheek as a show of gratitude," she informed him.

Letting him touch her would be an insult to her pride, but she would have to take the lead to get the Commander to bury himself. Her body shivered with disgust at the thought of his dirty lips smooching her beautiful skin. It was a price she would willingly pay a hundred times if that meant rescuing DSR-50 from this villain's desires.

"That is not necessary," he assured her. Commander swallowed uncomfortably.

"Oh, but I insist!"

When he did not jump on the opportunity, Saiga puffed out her cheeks and glared at him.

"Wow, you really know how to let a girl down. This is all I get for playing your wingman, huh? Just an attaboy."

She huffed and turned around, preparing to flounce back to her desk. Commander immediately called out to her, halting her before she could escape.

"Wait, Saiga. I'm sorry, I was just a little flustered. Give me your cheek."

Easy as taking candy from a baby, the Shotgun crowed internally. She turned back to the Commander and leaned back down for him, her soft cheek offered up for his slimy lips to kiss. Though she maintained her innocent expression, she bit her tongue to control the disapproval and disdain that welled up inside her neural pathways.

Commander's face leaned in close, and she felt the soft press of his kiss. It was not as sloppy or wet as she had expected. He did not exactly peck at her like a bird; the kiss reminded her more of the platonic kisses that friends exchanged. It was entirely unromantic and chaste, though he did have a little twinkle in his eye as he pulled back.

"That better, Saiga?"

"Mhm."

The Shotgun leapt back a step, pulled out her camera, and took a quick selfie of the side of her face. She intentionally highlighted her cheek, and then snickered at the confused Commander.

"Got you, you bastard!"

Commander made a confused noise, one brow arching as she giggled to herself and showed him the photo.

"Now I've got proof of your licentious behavior. I'm going to take this right to Miss Helianthus herself and get you fired faster than a .303 out of Bren's barrel. Bet you didn't even know she was here, did you? Well, I guess I shouldn't be surprised that a piece of shit like you gave me what I needed so easily."

Rather than sweating and falling apart at her staggering revelation, Commander continued to stare at her. His confusion had overwhelmed his senses, and Saiga felt only a hint of disappointment at his lack of response. He was only human, after all, and a scummy one at that. Clearly it had been her mistake in overestimating his capabilities.

"I'm sorry," his head twitched in the faintest shaking motion. "What?"

"You just sexually assaulted me, you pervert! I have the photo evidence right here!"

She thrust out the phone to show him, grinning triumphantly as she did.

"That's just a photo of your face," he commented, still too confounded to process what deep shit he was in.

"A face that you kissed with your slimy lips," she countered. "Once I show this to Miss Helianthus, you're done."

She gave him another few seconds to figure it out. Commander remained silent, and continued to stare at her in dumbfounded shock. When he finally spoke, he did not collapse and beg like the animal she expected him to.

"I'm- wait, I…" His attempt to speak trailed off several times. The shock of it all had rendered him speechless.

"Surprised? Did you truly think that I could be friends with a scum-of-the-earth like you?"

"You do realize I don't wear lipstick, right?"

Saiga blinked several times.

"What?"

His composure returned, and Commander calmly laced his fingers together on the desk. "Ignoring the fact that you demanded I give you that kiss on the lips, which negates your claim of sexual harassment entirely, that photo of your face shows nothing. I think I see what you were aiming for, but without something on my lips to physically mark your face, there is nothing to identify anything happened in that photo. Look at it yourself."

The Shotgun turned her phone around and stared at the photo. Commander was right. The only thing it showed was her natural, normal skin tone. Not a trace of his lips anywhere.

"Well… that's… I…" Saiga cursed her stupidity. She had not even thought about that. As he claimed, the photo showed absolutely nothing incriminating. It looked more like a childish selfie than incriminating evidence.

"You also probably should not flaunt in front of your opponent, especially if your opponent has command code access to Tactical Doll processors. For example," he held up his hand. "Override Code Alpha Lima Tango Foxtrot Four. Hand me your phone, Saiga."

Her arm stretched out on its own accord, treacherously obeying Commander's order. Saiga grimaced, but the override code locked out her ability to do anything but express her irritation.

"Tha- that's cheating!"

"Now imagine if I was a bad guy and had access to that code." He took her phone, fulfilling the order, then offered it back to her. "Consider that a free lesson. Brag about it after you leave the room. As for reporting me to Helianthus, a simple kiss on the cheek is hardly a fireable offense. Again, especially after you instigated and insisted."

"B- but…" The Shotgun wrung her hands helplessly. This was not how she imagined it going at all! Commander should be on his knees weeping for mercy, begging like a pathetic monkey with snot dribbling from his nose and his head pressed into the carpet!

Wait a second! He said that a simple kiss would not do it. Of course! That was the answer. She just had to catch him doing something more serious. Maybe if she had photo evidence of him doing something even more indecent. She just had to push him harder!

"I won't lose just like that," Saiga declared. She stormed back up to the bemused Commander, grabbed his face in both hands, and dragged him into a full-on liplock.

A human's lips were generally rougher than a Tactical Doll's. Saiga winced as she mashed her lips against his. She would have to thoroughly clean and rinse her mouth once she was done with this bastard. At least he was a terrible kisser; he did not even open his lips to kiss back.

His hands gripped her shoulders and tried to push her away. The man had a fair bit of strength, but their relative positions made it easy to overpower him. Pressing stubbornly through his arms, Saiga grabbed the armrests of his chair and pushed him back from the desk just far enough she could plop down on his lap. Her legs twined around his, effectively pinning him in place.

"Pwah, if it's more incriminating evidence I need," Saiga growled, squinting her eyes intimidatingly at Commander, "then I will do what I must. You are a blight on this base, and I will get rid of you so you don't threaten any more of my lovely sisters!"

"Sai-"

She silenced him with another overpowering kiss. He must really not know how to please a woman, the Shotgun thought derisively. How could a man who doesn't even know how to kiss properly seriously think he can go around sleeping with multiple women? It was unfathomable!

Agile fingers worked their way down his shirt, freeing his buttons and tearing his shirt open. Commander had a handsome body, that was for sure. His skin was fairly pale, but he had a healthy firmness to his body and noticeable muscle tone. She allowed a few seconds to run her hands over his chest; his skin was warm to the touch, not something she hated.

"Do you think you can please a woman lying here like a wet noodle," she scolded.

"Whatever it is-" Commander tried to speak, but she clapped a hand over his mouth.

"Shush! I am in charge, Commander."

He could not give the override code if he could not speak. The question was how to keep him from speaking while she enacted her plan.

"How about we stuff your mouth, since you apparently like stuffing women's mouths?"

Her cheeks heated up at the lewd comment, but she resolutely advanced with her plan. Stripping her tie from around her neck, she bundled it up and shoved it past his lips. After a brief hesitation, he opened his mouth and accepted her tie, no doubt because he feared she might break his teeth if he did not acquiesce.

Removing the tie had caused her shirt to open up a little in the front. Saiga caught Commander's eyes tracing down her neck for a moment, and she smirked in triumph. A hardening bulge made itself known against her thigh. That was as sure a sign of victory as she could ask for. A comforting heat spilled through her chest. This would be too easy now.

Their bodies rubbed against each other as she began to steadily rock her hips against his waist. The short cut of her skirt left it crumpled about her waist, and her bare skin shivered against the smooth fabric of Commander's dress pants. They were smooth, and felt a little thin. Well, it was summer-time. It would not make sense for him to parade about in thicker clothing.

An unfortunate byproduct of this fashion statement was that each time Saiga rubbed against him, the growing hardness in his pants made itself known. Heat from his body flowed into her and vice versa, though his was warmer. Tactical Dolls naturally had a cooler body temperature, as they were artificial constructs. Certain parts of them ran hotter than others, unlike a human's regulated body temperature.

But good lord, how big was he? Saiga glanced down between them, unable to hide her shock as the disturbance grew to the point it was a clearly visible bulge against his thigh. A couple lewd comparisons came to mind, like that giant black rubber dildo she had found under a certain SMG's bed…

"You put that thing in a woman?" The Shotgun's voice climbed an octave. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

Commander eyed her silently. That was right, he did have her tie stuffed in his mouth. After a moment of uncomfortable eye contact, Commander shrugged.

It was such an innocent gesture that Saiga felt some of her anger towards the man crumble. Just a wee bit.

"I will not let you stick this monster in another Tactical Doll," she growled.

A few seconds of fumbling led to the satisfying click of his belt buckle loosening, and the Shotgun dug her hands into his pants. This was not a terribly good angle, but she could at least find the base of Commander's monster, and she experimentally wrapped her fingers around it. They did not quite touch, and her breath caught in her throat. It was almost as wide as a soda can. What the hell was this Commander? Some kind of genetically modified freakshow?

When her fingers squeezed gently around his dick, Commander let out a sharp breath. It did not really make a coherent sound, but emerged in a muffled grunt that might or might not have been pleasure. It might have been pain. Who knew with a depraved person like Commander?

"This vile, repulsive thing," the Shotgun mumbled, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks as Commander's gaze rested on her. She turned her head, avoiding his eyes, and gently stroked along the top of his dick with her thumb. A curious thought flickered across her mind as she gazed down at it.

Commander truly was a beast. With a dick this big, once it got hard she doubted he had an ounce of blood left in his body to compose any rational thoughts. And like a beast, he panicked when this monster of a dick got hard, and he succumbed to the inevitable torrent of raging desire that came with such arousal. It was still his fault, but perhaps he did not have the ability to say no.

Maybe he was not entirely bad after all.

Maybe all she had to do was take care of it, and he would leave the others alone.

Dimly, she recalled what she had learned about Commander so far. He performed excellently, both as a commander and as an operator. Though he would never be tasked with going into the field on his own, he had demonstrated remarkable aptitudes at the peak of human proficiency. His libido aside, he made for an excellent commander. It would be hard to replace him.

There was an alternative to getting rid of him, she decided. All she had to do was take care of his urges, and the other Tactical Dolls would be fine, right? As big as it was, Saiga had confidence she could handle him. She had experimented before, double-sided strapons were a huge favorite of hers, and she had confidence in her durability. Shotguns were built to be durable, far more durable than other Tactical Dolls. Taking hits was their specialty, though she had to admit she had never taken something of this… heavy caliber.

"We're going to make a deal," she warned him, forcing herself to look back up at Commander. For a moment she stared into his eyes, her teeth grinding from the effort of holding his gaze. Then she continued with her offer. "As one of the Elites on base, it is my duty to look after my fellow T-Dolls. From now on, when this bad boy requires attention, you go to me. You don't go to Ithaca. You don't go to Honey Badger. You certainly don't go near DSR-50… not one of them. I, Saiga-12, will take responsibility for you. Otherwise, I will get you terminated from this base, do you hear me?"

Commander's brows furrowed, and he tried to mutter something that was lost because of the tie.

"Good enough," Saiga muttered. She flicked him on the nose and gave an approving coo at his behavior. She had released his arms, but he appeared content to grip his armrests and let her do her thing. That was fine. The less he touched her, the better. The only thing she needed to touch was his dick.

His thick and rough dick.

A little shudder of… was it excitement… rippled up her spine as Saiga scooted back until her thighs rested on his knees. She grabbed his shoulder with one hand, and gripped his pants with the other.

"Lift your hips," she commanded.

He did as ordered, lifting them both just enough that she could tug his pants down to his thighs The simple grey boxer-briefs he wore were designed to not stand out, but they could not prevent him from standing out. It extended out from the leg of his briefs, and had a nice rounded head on it, like a mushroom one could find growing unchecked in a tree's roots.

At least it looked clean, she thought to herself. She wouldn't have to unpeel it or deal with that nasty grossness that some dicks had. The very thought of cleaning an unsanitary dick made her want to vomit.

"Now let's deal with this. Hold still, Commander."

Rather than repeating the process with his underwear, Saiga decided this was a good opportunity to humiliate Commander. She grabbed the elastic band of his boxer-briefs and tore it in half, ripping it into pieces and baring his-

"Oh… wow!"

Freed of its confines, Commander's mighty meatstick sprang up like an eager child presenting itself before the homeroom teacher. Saiga gaped at it, finally comprehending just how big it was. The head of it poked at her sternum, and that was when it was leaning at a significant angle. If he tried to put that thing all the way inside her it would… it would kill a human woman!

Death by fucking.

The phrase flashed across her mind. She had heard the jokes about people fucking to death, and had her own laughs at the expense of humans and their silly fantasies. But this thing… it actually probably could kill someone.

Was that another reason why he was so wild with Tactical Dolls? Because Tactical Dolls could survive this when humans could not? That almost made her feel sorry for Commander. Her programmed learning courses on humans spoke of the human desire to breed, but if this one wasn't able to because of his oversized equipment, then maybe she could almost pity him.

What he had done to DSR-50 could never be forgiven, though.

This was all for DSR-50's sake, Saiga reminded herself.

"Let's get this nice and lubricated, eh?"

The Shotgun slipped off of his lap and knelt between his legs. Her tongue licked across her lips as she gripped his dick in both hands and lined it up with her mouth. Leaning in experimentally, she tried placing her lips over his head and found that she could, but only by stretching her jaws to the fullest.

A short blowjob, then. If it went on too long she could seriously injure herself. Who knew, maybe she could end it there with a simple blow-and-tug.

The man's hand went up to pull her tie from his mouth. Saiga squeezed his dick tightly, stopping him in his tracks.

"Did I give you permission to take that out?"

"Do you want your tie in my mouth if someone walks in?" He pulled it out anyways, and carefully hung it over the knob of one of his desk drawers.

"Hmm… you have a point. Though this should not take long."

His question pricked at her competitive spirit. It did not matter whether this was a gun battle or a sex battle. The pride of an Elite Tactical Doll was not to be looked down on. Doubtless he would regret goading her once she had him begging for mercy.

Refusing to acknowledge the valid point that someone might enter his office, Saiga placed her hand one on top of the other and began a slow, steady stroke. There was not a lot of room to move, but that fact that both her hands fit amazed her. She could just barely take in his head before her knuckles brushed against her nose. That would make this both challenging and fun, she decided.

The wet smack of her lips on his spongy glans rang through the quiet room. Commander grunted, his hips twitching slightly against her hands, and he lifted his head to stare at the ceiling. Already struggling. Perfect.

"Someone is eager," she purred. Saiga lifted herself up, standing on her knees, and began to pepper his glans and the skin just under it with slick, saliva-filled kisses. Cleanliness was less of an issue; the distinct scent of body wash lingered here. Commander showered in the mornings, according to Ithaca. That was good. Had this been a dirty dick she might not have been able to continue. But the sloppy kisses were important. A good bottle of lubricant could have skipped this entirely, but there was something nice about doing things the old fashioned way.

After a minute or two of her expert kisses, Saiga pulled back and examined her work. Commander's dick glistened with her saliva, dripping onto her hands as she lathered her spit across his length. She took her right hand and cupped his head, changing her attack as she rubbed her palm sensually in little circles. Squelching sounds echoed in her ears as her other hand switched to full strokes, sliding from the base of his dick all the way to the flared head of his glans.

"How is this, Commander?"

Her eyes glittered as she stared up at Commander's strained face. It was clear he was struggling to contain his groans, and had his fingers wrapped tight around the armrests. His breathing had grown harsher. Each breath came out in a strained explosion of effort.

"Hmph, it is rude to not answer a lady," Saiga grumbled. Secretly, she glowed with pride that her simple efforts had reduced Commander to this level so quickly. He truly was a beast.

With that in mind, Saiga toyed with him for a few minutes more. It did not take long before Commander's groans became audible, and the Shotgun grinned in fiendish delight when his hips bucked softly against her hands.

Suddenly, without warning him, Saiga took him in her mouth. Her initial estimate proved correct. Taking in his dick required opening her jaw to the fullest. For a moment she feared it might dislocate her jaw, and the claustrophobic presence of his dick filling her mouth made her snort in discomfort.

"Gaw…"

Commander moaned loudly, legs going stiff. Before he could try and recover, Saiga began to bob her head, carefully easing herself a little ways down his length. Once she reached the edge of her comfort zone, she tightened her lips around his dick and began to drag herself back to the top. Then she repeated the process, moving with teasing slowness as she bobbed her head.

Judging by Commander's grunting, it would not be long before he finished. Once should be enough, right? A blowjob a day keeps the Commander awa-

The door banged in a sudden bam-bam-bam.

-v-

"Hey Commander, how…"

Kalina strode brazenly into Commander's office, Helianthus in tow. Her eyes swept over the room, searching for signs of misconduct. The confidence that carried her into his office faltered when she spotted no sign of Saga, however.

Commander stared at them, his expression unusually sharp and intense as he leaned over his desk. The man looked ragged. One of the Assault Rifles she saw this morning reported that he had been out drinking late at night with a few of the hard-drinking T-Dolls. Clearly it had got the better of him.

"K-kalina, Helianthus," Commander greeted, his voice strained.

The man looked ready to pass out on the spot.

"I apologize for the intrusion, Commander." Helianthus shot the logistics officer a sidelong glare. "Someone insisted on stopping by to settle a silly bet."

"Bet?" Kalina paled, her eyes widening as if she had suddenly remembered something unpleasant. "Wha- I thought you turned that down!"

"I said 'no,' as in I bet against you," Helianthus corrected, though she also grimaced and let her gaze fall to the floor.

"Oh… crap." The logistics officer sighed, and her shoulders drooped. "Darn it, Commander, you just keep being a pain in my ass."

"What did I do?" Commander flinched suddenly, no doubt startled by her scathing words. His chair squeaked as he shifted it back and forth a couple times. Kalina assumed he was trying to find a sweet spot in the carpet for the chair to rest in. Though, he should really sit up straight. Proper posture was important, and that hunched-over look made him just look exhausted and uncomfortable.

"Aw geez, I guess we might as well put it out there." Kalina advanced into the room and plopped down on one of the seats before his desk. After a moment of hesitation, Helianthus joined her. Commander looked at them both in disapproval, not thrilled with their visit. "What were you doing that's got you in such a sour mood anyways, Commander? Taking a nap? Where's Saiga at?"

"She is… occupied, at the moment," Commander muttered. His shoulders rose in a sudden gasp, one that he covered by grabbing his nearly empty water bottle and draining the last of it. "S-sorry, feeling a little under the weather."

"I can imagine you are, with how you've been plowing through T-Dolls like it's your job," Kalina grumbled.

"Kalina!" Helianthus shot her a glare. The G&K secretary pursed her lips, pinched the bridge of her nose, and offered an apology to Commander. "Kalina was informing me of the incidents you have had with T-Dolls since coming to Base Oberon. I assure you that the behavior of those girls is not representative of Griffin and Kryuger as a whole, and apologize for any distress that it may have caused."

"I doubt any man on the planet would consider sex with a T-Doll distressing," Kalina muttered darkly. She slouched in her chair, fixing the nervous-looking Commander with a glare.

"It's- it's fine, Helianthus." Commander tried to smile, but he really did not have the energy for it. One of his hands dropped under the desk, and he went rigid as his eyes closed and he exhaled sharply. The man remained silent for several seconds, his body shivering.

Both women stared at him, one wondering if he needed to be checked into the infirmary, the other wondering just how hammered he had gotten the night before.

"Commander?"

"Mhm." He offered a mute grunt of acknowledgement, then collapsed back in his chair. He was sitting so close that his stomach pressed against the edge of the desk. It could not be terribly comfortable, but for some reason he had become much more relaxed. Relaxed, but exhausted.

"Anyways, regarding the speculation of this hypothetical bet…" Kalina shot a pleading look at Helianthus, who smirked back at her. "Pleeeeaaase?"

"Kalina bet a month's salary that you would be… fornicating… with Saiga-12 when we opened your door."

Helianthus' words barely squeaked out of her mouth by the end of it. She blushed, hardly able to believe what she herself had said, and fanned her neck with one hand. All three fell silent, gazing amongst each other with very different expressions. The secretary blushed red as a tomato at the admission. Kalina just pouted that she had lost her bet. Commander… Commander's eyes were wide like a cornered animal.

"Technically, I said you would be ball's deep," Kalina murmured.

"Kalina is convinced that you are a sex maniac," Helianthus informed the man. "N-not that it is any of our business. I merely wanted to see if the string of incidents that has ocurred is merely that. Never in a million years would I think you were intentionally doing so many lewd things with our T-Dolls."

"I- I see." Commander's face flushed rather unexpectedly, and he suddenly jerked backwards as if pushed.

Helianthus and Kalina gaped in astonishment as Saiga's head rose up from under Commander's desk. The Elite Shotgun glared at the human commander, turned towards the women, and vomited out a mouthful of goopy white fluid.

"Blech…" Saiga grabbed Commander's water bottle and held it over her mouth. When nothing came out she groaned and shoved the man's chair back further and clambered back to her feet. Her clothes were in a relatively clean array, though her ubiquitous tie was noticeably missing. "I need to go rinse my mouth with a whole bottle of listerine now, asshole."

The Shotgun smiled at the two stunned women. "If you wanted proof that he's a slimeball, here it is. I just sucked him off while you were talking to him. Can't get any scummier than that, right?"

Kalina's mouth opened, closed, opened, closed, opened a third time.

"Wh-" she sighed wearily. "I don't even- I feel like I should be shocked, but at this point it's kind of just expected, I guess."

"She came onto me," Commander protested, clearly too flustered to provide a proper excuse.

"Damn right I did," Saiga admitted, puffing out her chest. "Girl's gotta get some blackmail on him one way or another. Now I just- aw… crap, I did it again, didn't I?"

Kalina recovered from her shock and sent a mischievous look Helianthus' way.

"So… about that bet…"

-v-

By evening word had spread around the base that Commander's appetite's were truly without boundaries. Rumors claimed he had taken a T-Doll in front of an audience, and expressed his desire to 'conquer every Tactical Doll on base.'

Kalina updated her public schedule that she would be going out to the casinos over the weekend following a sudden windfall of cash.

A very disgruntled Helianthus left the base with a scowl etched on her face.

And, oddly enough, Saiga-12 was placed under administrative punishment for one week by Helianthus herself and was taken off base as the secretary's personal assistant. No one asked what she had done to deserve such a punishment, but judging by the terrified look on the Elite Shotgun's face, she had incurred the wrath of the legendary G&K figure.