Humanity's Sluttiest Soldier: An Attack on Titan Story
By Catullus Sedecim, MafiaKirby@Gmail.com
"Humanity's Strongest Soldier" is subjected to a surprise inspection of his 'Equipment'

A squad captain's work was never done. How long had it been without sleep,
now? Three days? Four? Not without a nap, or a few hours to close his eyes,
but actual SLEEP. He knew he was supposed to get it, it was hard to operate
their equipment without it, but... But, well, there was just so much to DO!
Inspect equipment, review training, make sure you have all your supplies...
And this wasn't the sort of job where you could just put things off for a few
days and expect things to work out.

Or accept anything less than perfection...

Some people said that was his problem, that he was a perfectionist, but as the
Captain of the Special Operations Squad, how could he have anything less than
perfection? If he wasn't perfect, people died, or things got eaten. Broken.
People got eaten. Things getting eaten is fine. If they're food, at least, not
food was... Fuck, he was having trouble thinking. Commander Hange had ordered
him to take a break, but she wasn't the SOS squad commander, she didn't
understand all the stuff he had to do. Like...

What was it?

Oh, right. Equipment inspection. Make sure everything's there, make sure it's
all clean and functional. Make sure everything works so nobody eats a Titan.
That is, gets eaten BY a Titan. You couldn't eat Titans. I mean, you could,
probably, but it would probably be bad for you, and it would take a while. And
it's not like having broken equipment would cause that to happen.

He took a second to breathe, rearrange his thoughts. Right. Equipment
inspection. Then review reports. For now, just breathe. Relax. Keep it short,
just three seconds, but get under control to function.

One... Two... Three...

Ahhh. That was a good three seconds. He smiled. He had this under control, as
he stepped forward and...

"GWAAAAAAHHHHH~!"

He was suddenly yanked to the side, like when the Vertical Maneuvering
Equipment fires off a little rougher than you'd like it to, and you feel a
total lack of control of your body for a second. For a moment his heart beat
faster, as if he was in danger, but he calmed after a couple of seconds, when
he was pressed up close to someone's body. It was strange to be relieved to
find yourself being held captive in a small, dark room, seeing the door
swiftly get yanked shut... But compared to being thrown dozens of miles an
hour by an out of control rig, this counted as a relief.

"What's h-NNGFFF~!" He started to ask, but he felt a hand press against his
mouth, silencing him... His body was pinned to his assailant's, whoever he -
Or she - was.

His head was pressed back, and he felt himself pressed against something
large, and soft, that mushroomed out against his head. Oh, okay. That was...
That was definitely a her. And based on the distinct scent of her body, the
smell of sweat and the slickness of her hand, he even knew who it was.
Commander Hange Zoe. An ally. Good. At least he wasn't in too much danger.

He began to relax, letting his shoulders fall against her. At least he wasn't
in danger.

He suddenly tensed up again when he felt her other hand, the one not covering
his mouth, reach down between his legs and grab the bulge where his shaft
pressed against his uniform. He gave a high gasp as he felt himself begin to
stiffen for her touch.

He reached up to pull her hand from his mouth, "Ahhh, Hange~" He gasped out,
shivering against her touch, "N-not now... Nggg... S-stop, what are you
doing!" He groaned, "Th-this is... Inappropriate!"

"I'm the Commander~" She laughed, holding his body closer to hers, until he
felt like he could meld into her. He tried to pull away from her, but her arms
were like iron, and he was pinned to her chest. He was strong, but he was
tired, and, well... It was hard to fight back too much when a woman's hand was
on your shaft, "I have to inspect my troops, don't I~?" She chuckled, and he
felt her hot breath on his cheek, and her lips and teeth slowly close around
his ear, not hard enough to bite, just hard enough to make him feel even more
controlled before she whispered in his ear, "And you, Captain Ackerman... Seem
to be carrying a rather dangerous weapon down here~"

"OhhhhhhH~!" He moaned out, as he felt her move her hand back, and slip it
down the front of his pants. Her soft skin touched his, the warmth of her hand
pushed in on his flesh. His cock swelled even more, making her skilled grip on
his hand even tighter.

"Oh god, Hange, I... I have to... Ngggff~!" He moaned out, unable to even
complete a sentence, his attempted objections crushed by the soft grip of her
hand on his cock. Her other hand moved down from his lips reaching up under
his shirt to massage his chest. He began to shake against her,

"Mmm.. Dangerous... And yet... Malfunctioning~" She giggled, and gave another
nip to his earlobe. He may have been skilled in the field, but she still had
ten centimeters of height on him, making him shake in her grasp, "Have you
been maintaining this equipment, Captain?" She giggled, "I'd hate to think
humanity's strongest soldier was carrying around defective equipment~" She
laughed, and gave him a slightly tighter squeeze.

"AHHH~!" His cock bucked in her grasp, pre-cum squirting from the tip and
pressing to her finger. She laughed as she teased her finger around the tip,
"P-please, H-hange, ahhh... I... I have p-places to be!"

"Oh, that's alright..." Her hot breath rolled over his neck, but he shivered
nevertheless, his body simultaneously tensing up, and yet sending his mind
signals to relax, a confused mix of arousal and tension and struggle, as she
so easily controlled him with just her hand on a few inches of his body, not
even really gripping him with the other now, just massaging his pectoral
muscles. "Something tells me this inspection isn't going to take very long
anyway~"

She was practically breathing in his ear as she whispered, "Is it, Captain~?"

He gasped as she did, and felt his whole body shudder. Including his cock...
Oh, fuck, his cock, it felt so good. How long HAD it been since he had been
able to really, well... Release? He knew he had to. But not now! Oh, fuck, not
now, not in his pants. Weather-resistant they may have been, but he still kept
them pressed, neat... He hated a mess... And she was trying to get him to make
one, right here in the closet! His breath came faster as he realized his
orgasm was nearing, his muscles tensed, and he tried to grasp at her hands,
pull them away from his body, but there was nothing. He felt his hips pumping
against her grasp, sweat beginning to beat on his forehead, and a desperate
moan forming in the back of his throat.

"Aahhhh... H-hange! Stop! St-stop, I'm... I'm g-gonna m-mess up my uniform,
stoooop~" He groaned, and she just laughed at his objection, gripping him
tighter as her hand danced up and down his shaft.

"Mmm... And in such nice, clean pants, too~" She laughed, "That would be a
problem, wouldn't it..." She laughed as his hips humped into her hand
unwillingly, pre dripping from the tip of his cock, "Well I advise you control
yourself, soldier..." She teased, and her thumb rubbing over the head of his
shaft made him shake, "Because this inspection is far from over~"

And at that, her hand sped up, clenching and releasing, clenching and
releasing, several times over as it danced the whole length of his thick cock,
flicking under the mushroom head, hitting every sensitive spot she could find.

"NgaahhhhHHH~!" He gasped, his shaft practically pumping out pre-cum now,
feeling like he was already orgasming, but the overwhelming pleasure let him
know he still had aways to go before she pulled the cum out of him. He had to
get out of her grip! Clenching the muscles at the base of his cock with all
his might to try to hold his cum in, he reached down, unable to stop the grip
on his cock but pulling her hand from his chest, his shaft practically
vibrating as he held tight with all he had, gave one last struggle to pull
away, and...

"NGAHHHH~!" cried out as he felt her hand, shoved from his chest, grip his
hair and pull him backwards. He fell off balance, body collapsing backwards
against her chest, hair pulled, shaking, looking down at his bulge as she
jerked him off into his pants, watching her wicked handjob build up toward the
inevitable.

"Naughty boy, resisting a superior officer like that..." She laughed, "I think
you need a bit more... DISCIPLINE!" And at that, her grip got tighter, both on
hand and cock, and he could only watch in shock as her hand rocketed along his
shaft, making the bulge bounce out and in, feeling his orgasm growing and
growing until-

"AHHHHHH~!"

Until he moaned out, and came, hard, helplessly watching the thick white
liquid spurt out of his shaft and onto the ground, staining his crotch and
pants leg with evidence of his defeat, and making a horrible mess, the
commander just laughing as she jerked him off. Spurt after spurt darkened his
pants, spilled out, and he felt it roll down his leg, too... Thick, creamy
streams of cum, pumped out of him, down his body. He saw the drops roll down
the outside of his pants as well, undeniable visible proof of how badly she
had taken him.

"Nnggff...." He groaned, body sagging against her, as she slowly pulled her
hand from his trunks, large globs of cum dripping from it.

"Mmmm~" She purred, reaching up with her hand coated with his seed. She slowly
stroked his cheek, and he shuddered. The action was so affectionate, he would
have welcomed it at any other time, but right now her hand was dripping with
his cum, and rather than comforting, she was painting his cheek with the mark
of her power. Days without sleep, he already felt a little bit off, and the
sensation of his cum dripping from his cheek did very little to make him feel
any less dirty.

Suddenly, she grabbed his shoulder, and turned him around. In the barely lit
gloom of the supply closet, heavy shadows covered her face, letting him see a
look of fury, but too covered for him to detect the subtle clues that might
have told him she was simply playing with him. He opened his mouth to speak,
but her hand grasped at his ascot, yanking him closer to her.

"I-" He began to answer, but with one strong yank, the ascot fell from his
neck, and she looked down at it with what, in the deep shadows, seemed to be a
look of pure disdain. Before he could object, she immediately began squeezing
it and wiping her hand along it, treating his signature neckwear like a dirty
rag.

"Hey, that's mine!" He objected, reaching out, only for her to grab that hand
and in an instant twist it behind his back. The heightened sensation of sleep
deprivation ensured that he felt the tendons in his shoulder tense from her
hammerlock hold.

"No," She answered, reaching up and rubbing the cumstained scarf on his mouth
and nose like a chloroform handkerchief, making him take in the smell. "That's
military property. I believe you will find that that... And everything else
you're wearing... Is mine. And seeing as you just disobeyed me AND muddied up
your uniform, I believe some punishment is in order." He could hear the joy in
her voice as she twisted, throwing him towards the far door of the supply
closet.

He crashed into it, and then through it, falling face-first onto the ground.
He was just glad to feel a light rubber padding, a sign that the closet he'd
been thrown through was the one between the main hall and the exercise room.
He tried to rise to his feet, but he felt her bare foot on the back of his
head.

"Now get down and give me 20."

"Nnggg.... Twenty... What... Sir..." He answered, blushing, situation unique
but the tone of her voice the one that she used when she wanted to remind
people that she was the commander.

"You'll see~" That answer was back to her tones from before, letting him know
that whatever it was, it wouldn't be a normal disciplinary procedure. Before
he could say anything else, though, her hand gripped his hair and yanked, and
in one pull she yanked him to his feet. "But first," She said, turning to look
him in the eye, "Humanity's greatest soldier just immobilized by a desk
jockey. I think you're going to need some remedial hand-to-hand combat
lessons." She put one hand on his shoulder, and placed one of his on hers,
pulling him into a classic collar-and-elbow tie-up wrestling position.

Finally able to get a good look at her, he could see sweat was already beading
on her forehead. Her hand on his shoulder was pressed not to the standard
uniform jacket, like hers on his, but to a tight tank-top, that was already
stained with sweat. It looked like she'd already been working out, and this
little encounter was probably her way of getting that energy out. He was all
too familiar with how excited her workout routine could make her.

"You should know this is hardly regulation, soldier," she said, "You should
change out of your standard uniform before sparring."

"I don't suppose," he responded, "You're going to let me change."

"Oh, don't worry~" Her voice sounded a little TOO pleased with herself, "I'll
take care of that for you. Now go!"

Not entirely sure what she meant by that, he started to push... And
immediately got his answer. She moved like greased lightning, her hand going
down from his shoulder and chest to grab at the uniform jacket on one side,
and pull to the side and back. His arm was yanked out sideways, but only for a
moment. She stepped back and continued to pull, twisting herself around him,
and in a smooth motion, yanking the tan jacket from his shoulders, leaving him
only in his undershirt.

She stood a step or two away from him, tauntingly holding the jacket from her
fingers like a schoolyard bully. He glared, and stepped forward, trying to get
his arms around her body. She tossed the jacket away and darted to his side
again, getting behind him, wrapping her arms around his chest (playfully
tweaking a nipple) and shoving him forward, sending him crashing to the mats,
arms outstretched. A normal match this would have lead to a choke or some
other submission, but Hange didn't just want to make him submit. She grabbed
the base of his undershirt and pulled forward, stepping over his body, the
cloth yanking his arms up, and pulling the undershirt off again.

Panting, he looked up at her, rendered topless in about ten seconds by his
commander. She stood a few steps away from her. Rather than rise to his feet
like she probably expected, he tried to rush her, leaping off his knees and
trying to bowl into her.

She expected the move, though, and rather than catching her midsection with
his charge, he caught air, but soon felt her arms around his sides, and her
weight bare him to the ground face-first again. He felt her hips and full body
weight push down at the back of his neck, as her hands reached around his body
to grab his pants. Undoing them with ease, she yanked back with enough force
he found himself in a clothing-based boston crab for a moment before she let
his body flop to the floor.

She rose from his body, leaving him lying prone on his front, gasping for air.
In less than a minute - Less than thirty seconds - She'd stripped him down to
his underwear. He tried to raise his head, get his bearings, and pull himself
up to his hands and knees - The quick-change a rather frustrating but
effective way of getting ready to grapple - Only to feel her slam into his
side. He was quickly rolled to his back, staring up at the ceiling... At least
for a second or two. After that, he found himself staring up at Hange's ass...
Her tight exercise shorts pressing down on his mouth and nose, her wetness and
smell letting him know she was enjoying this as much as he refused to admit he
was. Once again he felt the familiar sensation of her hand on his cock, and to
his frustration, it felt as good if not better than it had before, even under
the cloth.

"What's this here?~" She asked, and the motion of her hips let him know she
was looking back at him, even if all he could see was the curve of her ass
above his face, "Mmm... Bad little captain," she purred like a cat on top of
him, "I'm afraid I can't have an officer with a messy uniform... Even his
exercise wear." She chuckled at her comment, "I'm afraid these will have to
go~" And with that, she yanked his underwear off, with the same speed and
skill that she'd pulled off his pants, leaving his cock bobbing in the air.

Her thighs closed tighter on his head, making it that much harder to hear her
next words, "Now, Levi," He barely made out through the thick muscle, "I think
I ought to give you a bit of a lesson in proper weapon maintenance. It's
extremely important that you keep your equipment polished. You need a nice
little rag, some lotion, and a firm grip. Let me demonstrate~"

Her hand returned to his cock, gripping it not with her flesh but with his
stained underwear like she was polishing equipment to make it shine, his cum
substituting for the aforementioned lotion. He shuddered from the sensation,
but had no time to process it before she began a hard but steady pumping
motion over the shaft. He may have been more drained than before, but she was
more firm as well. Her tighter grip and steadier, rougher rhythm didn't just
make up for his recent orgasm, it overcompensated, and despite his
germ-fearing instincts, the knowledge that the warm lubricant was his own seed
did nothing to make the task of holding back any easier. A few pumps in, she
switched to a slight rotation with every movement, and he tried to gasp,
getting a mouthful of the sweat and pussy juice that stained her underwear
from the effort. The taste made him whimper, and the whimpering just made her
wetter and gave him more to taste.

"It's important to make sure you polish EVERY part of the equipment, though,"
Hange said, removing the cloth from his shaft and gripping it tight with the
other hand. He could feel the blood pumping through it with every throb
against her thumb and forefingers. "You can't let something pass by just
because it's a smaller part~"

She gripped him tighter along the shaft, pushed down, and began to rapidly
rotate the cloth along his sensitive mushroom tip. The sensation was too much,
and instinctively he cried out "OH GOD HANGE I'M GONNA CUM!"

The comment may have been muffled by her pussy, but she clearly got the
message. If he'd hoped it would get him a more merciful, treatment, though, he
was sorely mistaken. Abandoning all pretense of 'instruction' or 'punishment,'
he felt her hands move from his shaft to his hips, and pull up, pulling his
cock into a mouth that sucked with the force of a tornado.

Her hips began to pump hard, her juices flowing as heavily as his, and he
couldn't help but splutter as bits of nectar rolled down the wrong airway. He
tried to gasp, coughed, his body bucked, he pressed deeper, and the excitement
just got her more soaked. He was held helpless, her mouth sucking like she
hoped to pull the cum from his balls like venom from a snakebite, and her
tongue twisting around the shaft like an ice-cream cone in summer.

Inevitably, he melted. His back arched (or rather tried to) and his cum shot
into her throat. That combined with the coughing from the sensation of nearly
drowning in cunt-juice made him buck harder and turned his nose into a good
substitute for an automatic dildo. Reveling in the sensation of sucking him
dry and his unintended and unwanted Sybian impression, she came as well, more
juices flooding into his mouth, making him cough and buck more, as much as he
could with how tight her redwood-sized thighs squeezed in on his head.

She moaned, he came harder, her juices flowed, he coughed, he bucked, making
her moan, the pair of them stuck in an almost minute-long orgasmic spiral
before either of them could die down. Naturally, his cock softened first,
leaving him tasting her pussy and feeling it clench his nose for another
minute before she finished and rolled off him.

Pure clean oxygen restored for the first time in what felt like days, his
lungs refilled and he felt refreshed. As coated as he was in the bodily fluids
of the pair of them, he felt cleaner than he had in days, and drew a deep,
cool breath. He didn't even look to the side, but he felt her hand run through
his shaggy hair and her finger twist a strand near his ears. He felt more
relaxed than he had in days.

"Thanks," He sighed, "I... I needed that."

"I know." She answered, "Why do you think you got it."

He didn't answer, just stared up at the ceiling, thankful for a commander
so... Invested... In her subordinates wellbeing.

"What are you going to do now?" She asked.

He tensed his muscles, trying to sit up, but his body wouldn't obey. He leaned
back down and relaxed. "That... Took a lot out of me. I think I'm going to
sleep."

"Good answer~" Hange responded. He felt her pull away from him to stand, and
then felt her arms around him once again as he was lifted into the air... And
then simply slung over her shoulder like a sack of grain.

"Just don't sleep too long," He heard her say through the fog of oncoming
sleep, as he felt her start walking, carrying him to her quarters, "You have
work to do. I said I wanted 20... And you only gave me one~"

That would be a lot of work, but he was sure to be up for it. He had to be.
After all, as he'd observed before... A squad captain's work was never done.