From Thug To Pornstar: I Reincarnated As Jonny Sins, So What!
Chapter 105 - 106: Nevy’s SEX Toy

Chapter 105: Chapter 106: Nevy’s SEX Toy

Introduction:

Navy Seaman Roxy finds herself in a capricious situation inside a cargo crate that she was supposed to clean. One thing leads to another and her body becomes a sex toy for two horny military dogs.

Good afternoon, I’m Seaman Lance. More specifically Seaman Roxanna Lance. Or just Roxy for most. Let’s be honest, only officers use the rank here. The Navy wants everyone to act official all the time, but when it has been months since you got to shoot guns, official military speech just does not roll out from your tongue. Heh, to whom I am lying here... It is not like I care about that official shit anyway. Being somewhat of a rebel has gotten me in trouble in the past and I don’t seem to learn that lesson. That is why I have been "randomly" ***********ed to clean the fucking cargo crates again. We have privates in this base as well, but it is funny how I get this duty at least once per week. Oh well. At least the pay is decent (yeah right...).

As I said, they call me Roxy. I’m 23 years old and have been with the Navy for about two years. I am a quite good-looking woman with my long brown hair which I wear in a tight bun due to the regulations, B-cup tits that perk up nicely with my navy uniform, and ass that has been trained in the gym for years. Including my obvious assets, I am in quite good shape since the navy regulations make sure that all of us exercise often.

That means that I have quite an athletic build, 53kg against my 175cm frame. If it wasn’t for my well-known attitude problems, I would probably be a Petty Officer by now.

The military simply promotes all women so the Navy can maintain the proper image of itself. And if they did not, I am quite sure I could sleep my way to the top if I wanted to. But I do have some standards of my own. I only fuck when I want to be fucked. Simple, isn’t it? Although... This story plays a little loosely in that regard.

Once again I find myself in the clean-up crew locker room. My job is simple. Clean the cargo crate that has been carrying who knows what shit around the seven seas. It is a dirty job and someone gets to do it. And since I called my CO asshole the last time I saw him, I get to do it for the next 3 days. Usually, it is three people job, but my CO really trusts my skill to do it alone. I am so fucking honored. Anyway, I strip myself bare like always and step into my white cleaning clothes. I do not even wear underwear when I clean. I always feel so dirty after the day that it makes me want to burn all the clothes I have been wearing. Yes, it does me feel a bit naked inside of a loose cleaning outfit, and the sensation is enforced by the crappy long zipper at my back that tend to slip down in certain positions. But I still do not want to buy new panties and bras after every cleaning day. And it is not all bad, it does feel good against my skin. Rough fabric grinding against my nipples has made me moisten more than once. Luckily for me, those clothes are washed after a single use.

The weather was simply outstanding this morning. It was raining heavily so my spirits were not super high from the beginning. Then again, it should be quite cool inside the crate. Today’s cargo crate was different than usual. It was quite full of stuff. There were a bunch of boxes on the floor, either empty or filled with e.g. life jackets. There was also ancient navy equipment like smaller engines or spare parts. Without a partner, it would take the whole day to finish this job. ’Fuck me...’, I swore to myself when I entered into a dark cargo crate. I brought my cleaning gear inside to protect them from rain; rubber gloves, face mask, industrial-level chemicals, different wipes, etc. But I would not be needing them for hours. I will spend the morning thinking and moving this old shit before I can start my actual work.

I do not want to bore you with details, but the job was even harder than I had anticipated. I could not pull everything out to open because rain would ruin them. I had no idea if the equipment was still going to be used somewhere. But I can be damn sure that I would receive an extra week of cleaning duty if there was even a drop of water on them when my CO comes in to inspect them. Anyway, I had to be clever about it. I used a box cart to move stuff here and there so I have a clear corridor to the end of the crate. If I start cleaning from the end of the crate, things should become easier soon after. However, I had no way of taking into account certain complications that happened during the morning.

The general area at the navy base where I was cleaning the crate was next to the military police unit. It is important for the story since the MP takes care of the K9s of the base. If you have ever seen dogs that are bred for military usage, you know that they are not cute little doggies. They are trained to be intimidating and only listen to their trainers and their specific commands. And when the dogs are not on active duty, they are just like other young soldiers; wild, unruly, and trying to get in any trouble they can. And they found trouble alright. It was not the first time that the dogs had been able to escape the outdoor enclosure, but the military police had not really learned their lesson. The ground under the fence had become wet during the rain storm and it was a simple matter of digging a little for the pair of dogs who wanted to find some cover from the rain. And maybe some excitement during the off-day.

After a few hours, I finally reached the end of the cargo crate. I had to create quite a maze from the boxes and equipment, but it did the trick. There was one engine that I could not move, not even with my box cart. I had to arrange the boxes to both sides of the engine so there was no going around it. But since I was able to climb over it with ease, I left it on my pathway. If I couldn’t move it, it was not likely that my CO would check under it anyway. Looking through the freshly made corridor, I thought sarcastically by myself, "Good job Roxy, you can now start doing your job.". I moved through the labyrinth to get my cleaning equipment from the entrance. I heard loud barking outside, but the noise from the dogs was deafened by the raindrops hammering the cargo crate. In all honesty, even if the dogs were louder, I would have not cared. It is not like they can get through a metal fence. Or so I thought.

On the first trip, I carried the protective equipment through the narrow corridor, and on the second trip, I brought the needed chemicals and cleaning supplies. During my latter trip, things started to go very very wrong. Suddenly loud and sharp bark echoed inside the metal crate where I was. The bark surprised the living shit out of me and my ears were ringing like crazy. I was just about to climb over the engine I had mentioned when I heard the howl. I lost my balance and I stumbled head-first against the engine that I was trying to avoid. Everything I was carrying either fell on the floor of the crate or got crushed under my stumbling body. If the loud noise had not stunned me already, the impact definitely did.

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