Chapter 3 - Killer T Cell(s), Naive T Cells, Memory Cell

Killer T Cell quickly loses his hangups, the more often he fucks her. He doesn’t feel the need to make excuses every time, though he does still taunt her and call her names, and ask her why she can’t seem to get enough of him, without ever giving her a chance to answer. When she does have the chance to speak, she praises him for his size and for how rough he is, and he likes that, but doesn’t seem to know what to make of it when she says that she loves him.

That’s just part of the job for her, falling in love with every cell that touches her, but everyone is different. Some want her to assure them of her love, want to promise that they love her too, and she’s sure that each of them do, in that moment. Others, such as Killer, don’t go for the affectionate side of things, even though it is nothing out of the ordinary for her kind. Blind adoration is just a part of the programming.

So while he doesn’t always want to hear that she loves him, he does want to hear what she likes about him, and he asks her this while she rides his lap, seated on a bench that happened to be nearby when he caught sight of her. He’d said he was too busy patrolling, but stopped for her anyway.

“A-ah, I like...I like how big you are,” she cries, and he groans in appreciation.

“I am, aren’t I?” he replies, but a well-aimed thrust sees her too overcome to reply at first. “I’m the biggest you’ve been with, isn’t that right, slut cell?”

That is something she’s sure she shouldn’t try to keep track of, but even as she tells him what he wants to hear, she has a feeling that he’s exactly right, that he is the biggest she’s been with. “You are,” she moans, “you definitely are, I love it, I love you and your huge cock!”

“Well, at least you know how to compliment me while you get all sappy,” he grumbles, but he does not seem displeased. They remain like this for a little while, both allowing themselves to get caught up in their shared pleasure, so much so that they do not notice anyone approaching until a shout snaps them out of it.

“Hey, what are you doing?”

“No fair! How come you get to take a break and we don’t?”

“I am not taking a break!” he protests. “I was only…” But there isn’t any other explanation for this, and they all know it. He was taking a break, and now he is surrounded by other Killer T Cells, and a handful of Naive T Cells, all curiously watching the two of them.

“If you get to take a break, so do we,” one says, already stepping up behind her to try and find a way to get in on the action.

“Hey, hey, watch it! Go find your own slut cell!”

“Why should I? You shouldn’t be so possessive!” the other cell retorts, pushing her forward a bit. As much as Killer may want to protest, it’s true that he’s simply being possessive when he has no right to be. As long as it’s possible for someone else to fit in, then FUC can always be shared.

The newcomer buries himself in her ass while Killer mutters something to himself about everyone slacking off and setting a bad example for the newbies, and the others are quick to point out his hypocrisy in the matter. FUC isn’t sure how to feel, hearing him get so frustrated to have to share her, but she is soon distracted from those thoughts as she busies herself with her work, bounced between the two T Cells, as the others crowd closer around them.

One gets on the bench on his knees, trying to see if he angle things to get his cock into her mouth, a rather difficult feat that ends with him pissing Killer off even more with how he pushes against him and jostles him. Still, she does what she can, turning her head to take him as deep as possible at this difficult angle. Her hands are soon at work, jacking off cells on either side of her, scrambling and scrapping for a turn.

One by one, she works to get them all off, but Killer remains stubborn, not wanting to give in and not wanting to give up his turn even as the others are finished off, letting someone else take their place. The Naive T Cells simply watch their superiors as they gangbang her, too nervous and unsure to make a move on their own, but endlessly fascinated by the display of debauchery before them.

Killer has to give in eventually, coming inside of her with a frustrated groan, mad to have to pass her off to anyone else, but there are plenty of cells for her to satisfy, and he would not want to be caught getting in the way of her doing her job. Instead, he stands aside, watching the way the Naive T Cells watch her, the bulges in their pants making their enjoyment of the show very obvious, and Killer begins to get an idea.

If he’s going to have to keep sharing her with the whole group, then he might as well see if he might help these poor boys become men. He can tell by the way they look at her that this is their first time seeing one of her kind up close. At least when he was younger, he had his fun, whereas these wimpy brats have never even touched a girl before. Maybe they’re missing out on valuable training time right now, but at the very least, he can see if this might help them man up a little.

It doesn’t take long for him to take control of his squad again, barking orders at the Naive T Cells who react with the same amount of terror that they always do, even though he is essentially telling them to enjoy themselves with the sexy cell. Selfishly, he sits back on the bench and has her tend to him as well, claiming that he is going to watch and critique them, but really, it is just so that he can have another round with her.

Meanwhile, he sends the other Killer T Cells back on patrol, telling them that he has no need for them for this training, and that they need to get back to work. Even though they all must realize he is just doing this to keep having fun without them, none can protest genuine orders from their commander.

Killer sits back on the bench, and FUC leans over his lap, beaming up on him with an eager expression, glad to be able to face him again. She is always happy to be used, but she is allowing herself to grow dangerously fond of him. There is a line of Naive T Cells behind her, ready to fuck her one by one on Killer’s orders, while she wraps her ample breasts around his cock.

“Your tits are nice and big, perfect for this,” he says with a happy sigh. “I had almost worried my dick might be too much for that, but it seems like I had nothing to worry about, huh, slut cell?”

“Nothing at all,” she agrees, taking it as praise as she squeezes her breasts tight around him, working them up and down to stroke him off.

“Yeah, just like that,” he groans, before taking on a more stern tone. “Alright, who’s up first? Let’s see how long each of you maggots can last with your very first pussy!” Speaking to her again, he mumbles, “We’ll see who the real pussy is, eh?”

The first boy steps up, practically shaking with his nerves, not seeming to know what to do. Killer tries to instruct him, but his frustration does not make him a very good teacher, and it takes a moment before he is able to figure things out for himself. It should be straightforward enough, she thinks, but she doesn’t put any pressure on him, moaning in delight when he finally presses the tip of his cock against her.

“O-oh, sorry! Did I...I’m sorry!” he whimpers.

“No, no, it’s good, please keep going,” she murmurs. “I’m just getting excited to feel you inside of me.”

With that bit of encouragement, he shoves into her, nearly sobbing straight away with how good it feels, and how overwhelmed he is. He barely lasts a minute inside of her, and the boys that follow do not do much better, each one only further disappointing Killer. Or, rather, he would be disappointed if this were a genuine training exercise, but he is more amused by how easy they are to please, certain that he is the preferable lover in every regard.

He has gone from wanting nothing to do with the slut cells, to taking pride in just how happy this particular one always seems with him, and he prefers not to spend too much time thinking about that fact.

But by the end of it all, his plan to get them to man up has worked for a few, and he is stunned to realize that mediocre sex and blowing his load way too early is enough to cause some Naive T Cells to active. Of course, once they have, they have a fresh appetite, and FUC is soon pulled away from him and surrounded as they celebrate their activation.

The remaining Naives can only watch with envy, and Killer tries, unsuccessfully, to get the others to leave her alone so that they can get back on patrol.

~X~

“I should be working,” the cell beneath her says, not the first time that he’s said this, but he still doesn’t want her to stop. He just has that perpetual expression of stress and will mutter things like that to himself, but he definitely still wants her on top of him, doing what she can to melt that stress away. “There’s probably, definitely something really important I should be doing right now, I just don’t remember what it is…”

His nails start to dig into her as he lets his mind wander, his pace becoming more erratic, and FUC wonders if there is anything she can do other than keep up her own work, grinding down on him and moaning with soft gasps. From what she knows of him, Memory Cell is always like this, rarely calm and rarely rational, but he had grabbed her hand all the same, asking if she wouldn’t mind trying to help him out for a little while.

With her hands resting on his chest, she begins to bounce on top of him, glad to take the lead if that is what he wants her to do, and she begins to grip at his vest while she rides him, admiring, in the back of her mind, just how well-dressed he is. Without a uniform of her own, she often finds herself fascinated with the uniforms that others wear, especially when they remain partially clothed while they fuck her.

“Thank you for taking the time to use me,” she finally says. “It feels so good, you’re so good!”

Memory groans, and it is hard to tell if it is from pleasure or from pain as he continues to worry about what he could be doing right now. All FUC can do is keep riding him like he’s asked her to, hoping that she is able to do her job properly even if he is a bit of a difficult case. He may be stressed out now, but when she is done with him, even if it is only for a little bit, she hopes that he can relax.

“Ah, damn, you think so?” he asks, but it is so delayed that she nearly forgets what she had said to begin with. “I think you’re...ah! You’re amazing!”

Finally, he begins to let himself enjoy it for the moment, no longer worrying about what work he could be doing, and what, if anything, he could even be forgetting right now. Jerking his hips up, he begins rapidly pounding her cunt, gasping and moaning with each movement, quickly becoming frantic as he does. His nails dig even deeper now, and she cries out, excited to let him take over.

Clinging to his vest, she bounces in response to each of thrusts, riding his cock and gasping out her appreciation for him. She is made for relieving stress, made for easing the work of the other cells, and soothing any of their worries with her bodies, and she has heard for some time that he could benefit a lot from that. Now, she is glad to see that she is able to give him what he needs, glad that he chose her to help him, and glad that he is giving into lust now, rather than letting his arbitrary worries hold him back.

Now all she has to do is see this through to the end, and his hands move up from her hips, until he has them wrapped around her shoulders, pulling her down. FUC gladly kisses him, and he whimpers into her mouth as he shudders with his orgasm, filling her and leaving her overcome with her own pleasure, not only satisfied with a job well done, but filled with a fresh burst of energy, just what she needed.

It doesn’t take Memory Cell long to get flustered again once he has come down from it, throwing himself back into his work and his stress with abandon, but she has done her part for now, and can go happily on her way, waiting for someone else to need her.

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