Fic: Sparkling Stars VI: Operation Base Slut (1/1)
Title: Sparkling Stars Vi: Operation Base Slut (1/1)
Author: BradyGirl_12
Pairings/Characters: Molly Turner, Elroy/Virgil
Fandom: McHale's Navy
Genres: AU, Drama, Historical, Slavefic
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: Once a month, the Taratupa Base borrows the PT boat slaves since they have no slaves of their own. This month, it's Virgil's turn.
Date Of Completion: August 24, 2022
Date Of Posting: September 9, 2022
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, Universal does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 3097
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
The entire series can be found here.
In the event of a slave shortage, units possessing slaves shall share them when necessary.
Section 2, Article 6, Paragraph B
"The United States Navy
Slave Manual"
1941 C E.
(Revised from 1904)
All eligible Naval personnel shall have access to a sex slave at least once a month.
Section 2, Article 6, Paragraph A
"The United States Navy
Slave Manual"
1941 C.E.
(Revised from 1904)
Molly checked the hospital room with a professional eye: clean sheets on the bed, two pillows with fresh pillowcases, a box of Saltine crackers on the counter, bottles of ginger ale and Coke in the small refrigerator in one of the bottom cabinets, a box of tissues and a book on the small table next to the opposite wall, and she checked her patient chart. Everything was ready.
She went to the door and opened it and spoke to the Marine guard. "Have you seen our star?"
"Not yet...wait, here he comes."
Virgil hurried down the corridor. "Sorry I'm late."
"Get in here. Your customers will be arriving soon."
Virgil scooted inside the room and Molly closed the door. She took his temperature and blood pressure and wrote down the numbers. He placed his sailor's cap on the counter and began unbuttoning his shirt. Molly checked the chains hanging from hooks in the ceiling. She could hear the rustling of the clothing discarded by Virgil.
She looked over at her patient, who was neatly folding his clothes and stowing them away in a bottom cabinet. He was completely naked and Molly was enjoying the view.
It's going to be hard to remain professional.
Well, this was the third night of the Base Slut program. One more night and Virgil could go back to McHale's Island.
"Let's get you settled," Molly said
"How did the Head Nurse get this duty?" Virgil asked with a smile.
"Just lucky, I guess."
He climbed up onto the bed and Molly helped him get comfortable with the pillows so he could relax instead of supporting himself on all fours. She gently spread his legs and chained his ankles to the bed.
"Ready?"
"Yes, ma'am." Virgil rested his head on a pillow as his arms held it close as he shut his eyes.
"Damnit, I forgot my Coke." She patted his butt. She opened the cabinet and refrigerator and took out a frosty cold bottle. She checked her watch. "Okay, show time."
She went to the door and noticed the men lining up in the hall. "Send in the first man in a couple of minutes," she said to the Marine.
"Right, Commander."
Molly shut the door and took a seat at the table. "Relax, honey."
"Don't worry, Molly, it's not my first rodeo."
Molly knew that was the sad truth, but instead she smiled and said, "I'll be on the ball."
He smiled. "I feel safe with you."
She warmed at his words. The door opened and the first man came in. Short and wiry, he smiled at Molly and said, "Looks like I won the lottery!" He waved a ticket.
"Okay, get to it."
"My pleasure."
"You're a prince, Dumbrowski."
Dumbrowski laughed. He quickly stripped and climbed the short portable steps at the foot of the bed, grasping Virgil's hips
As Dumbrowski got down to business, Molly wondered if this duty was a boon or bust. Watching men having sex might be considered by some to be great duty. Molly thought so, too, though it was still odd.
Must be because we're trying to keep this a medical procedure. Odd but true.
Molly tugged a movie magazine out from under her book. She needed some mindless entertainment while Virgil was being sexed.
I wish they had a different name for this operation instead of Base Slut, as if the PT boat slaves need reminders of their primary function aside from their crew duties.
Dumbrowski grunted and climaxed, patting Virgil's buttock as he pulled out."Yep, my pleasure."
Molly checked off Dumbrowski's name from the list on her clipboard.
"See ya in a month, Molly."
"Lucky me."
Dumbrowski grinned. He dressed and went to the door and the next man came in.
"Hey, Commander."
"Hey, Madison."
The tall, reed-thin sailor was shy despite his cheerful demeanor. Molly gave him some privacy as he stripped by looking at her magazine. She checked Virgil. He seemed relaxed.
Madison got busy. His youthful enthusiasm made for a quick turn.
Ah, youth.
She checked his name off the list.
& & & & & &
Molly watched a buff young sailor plunge deep into Virgil. His face was impassive but she noticed his fingers curled up tighter around his pillow.
"Hey, rein it in, cowboy."
Calvert pulled out and thrust back in with almost savage glee. "Aw, c'mon, Commander. I'm sure Virgil here is experienced in excitable clients."
Molly restrained her temper. "Just ease up, Calvert."
Calvert glanced over at Molly. "Okay, Commander."
Molly was satisfied. If there was any further trouble, there was the Marine guard outside the door. She tapped her pen on the glossy page of her magazine.
Calvert finished and took his time getting dressed. Once he left, Molly said, "How you doin'? Want some water?"
Virgil smiled slightly. "Too much water will make me have to go to the bathroom."
Molly looked at her watch. "We'll take a break in half an hour."
"Okay."
As the next man came in, Molly made some notes. Operation Base Slut was going well. Due to the shortage of slaves, base personnel had no access to them, so they had to borrow the PT boat slaves. Once a month one of the slaves was set up to take care of any man who wished to take a ticket and line up for the privilege.
All for the health of the men, Molly thought sarcastically. Well, at least some shrink got it right, making this a medical procedure instead of treating it like a visit to your friendly neighborhood brothel.
The whole set-up was crazy, but then, the Federal Government owning sex slaves was off-kilter, too. Their maintenance of brothels across the U.S. was a helluva business to be in.
The latest 'customer' was done, and Molly went over to the bed. She gently placed a hand on the small of Virgil's back. "How you feeling?"
"My back's a little sore, right there."
"You'll need to take the rest on your back." She went over and opened the door. "Max, we're taking a break."
"Right, Commander." At the waiting men's groans, Private Max Hegel said, "Calm down, fellas. You'll still get your chance. Give the poor guy a chance to stretch his legs."
Molly closed the door and went back over to the bed, unchaining Virgil's ankles. "Okay, bathroom break."
Virgil looked surprised but rolled out of bed. He disappeared into the bathroom while Molly opened the box of Saltine crackers on the counter. The toilet flushed and Virgil emerged, wearing a towel around his hips.
Molly smiled. "So you decided to dress for dinner?"
He smiled back. "Just doing the gentlemanly thing," he said lightly.
Molly realized that Virgil was shy about women seeing him naked. That bit of modesty he retained was endearing. She said, "C'mon, have a snack."
Virgil shook his head. "Just something to drink." He opened the lower cabinet and small icebox and took out two bottles of Canada Dry ginger ale, handing her one. "I'll have something after we're done."
"Okay." Molly ate a cracker. She placed the bottle cap in the opener and popped it open, Virgil doing the same. He drank the soda down, looking tired.
"How many more?"
"Six."
He nodded. "The Skipper says they'll be out all day on patrol."
"Yep, don't worry about it."
"Every patrol is potentially dangerous." He ran a nervous hand through his dark, wavy hair. "I should be with them."
Molly put a hand on his arm. "You'll be back with them after tomorrow."
He nodded, his eyes cast down. His slave bracelet sparkled under the overhead lights as he took another sip of ginger ale.
Once Virgil was finished with his drink, he climbed back up onto the bed. Molly arranged pillows under Virgil's head and back.
"You seemed surprised to get a break," Molly said casually.
"Well, my first time, there was no break, but when the nurse monitor left, I asked my last client to unchain me so I could use the bathroom."
Moly frowned as she gently spread his legs and used the chains hanging down from the ceiling to secure him. "Your nurse monitor left?"
"Yes, I guess she needed a break."
"Huh." Molly went to the head of the bed and Virgil stretched his arms out over his head and waited patiently while she chained his wrists. "Let's not pull you taut, give you some leeway."
Virgil nodded, moving his arms. The chains rattled with a light, musical sound.
"Comfortable?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Okay, all braced. Let's finish this round."
Virgil nodded.
Molly let the first man in line into the room. Virgil was well-secured, so she felt confident this new position would go well.
This current 'customer' was quick, probably because he had been waiting a long time. When the second man came in, Molly said in surprise, "Lieutenant Carpenter?"
"Yes, ma'am." Carpenter looked a little uncertain.
"Hey, Carpy," said Virgil.
Carpenter let the familiarity slide, considering the circumstances. "Hi, Virgil. I hope this is all right, Commander. My boat's being repaired and my crew, including my slave, are on liberty in New Caledonia. Captain Binghamton needed me to stay."
Molly looked over at Virgil, who nodded. She waved her hand. "Have at it, Carpy."
"Thank you." Carpenter started undressing. He really didn't seem to mind their use of Quint's nickname for him.
Carpenter was gentle and considerate, Molly noted approvingly. Virgil looked completely relaxed, not a moment's nervousness evident.
When Carpenter was finished, he patted Virgil's stomach. "Thanks, Virgil."
So many of the men would touch Virgil in gratitude, a pat or caress. She doubted that his brothel customers had ever done the same.
Finally, they got down to the last man, who patted Virgil's thigh when finished. "Thanks to the Most Beautiful Man in the South Pacific."
Molly said, "What?"
"Nothing," Virgil said quickly.
The last man exited and Molly stood and stretched. "Done, my friend."
"Amen."
She immediately unchained him and he patiently waited as she took his temperature and blood pressure. "Go shower and I'll take you to dinner. My treat."
"Yeah? Nice."
Virgil took his neatly-folded uniform and disappeared into the bathroom. Molly made her final notations on her chart and placed it in a drawer in the desk. She decided to leave her book and magazine non top of the desk. They still had one more night to go
The sound of the shower running was soothing. She might take one herself before she turned in.
The shower shut off and ten minutes later, Virgil emerged from the bathroom.
Be still, my heart.
He was gleaming from the shower, droplets of water in his wavy hair. His uniform was fresh and crisp and he carried his white sailor cap.
She was finishing changing the bedsheets.
"I could have done that," Virgil said.
"No trouble. C'mon, they got fried chicken on special in the mess hall."
"Good, because I'm starving."
They left the hospital and took deep breaths of fresh air. The moonlight shimmered over the water, a few PT boats moored at the docks. It was quiet on the base, most of the men not on duty asleep in their bunks.
"Beautiful night," said Molly.
"It's great on night patrol, except for the fact that we might be blown out of the water."
"Darn those pesky Japanese."
Virgil smiled. "Extremely."
"I like nighttime on the base. The quiet suits me."
"I can understand that." Virgil glanced around. "Less people, less fuss."
Less chance for someone to harass you, Molly thought.
They reached the mess hall, always open because of night patrol crews coming onto the base and ready for chow.
It was empty except for the staff, which consisted of one bored seaman. Molly discovered she had an appetite, too, loading up her plate with fried chicken, mashed potatoes and salad. Virgil did the same and they both drank from Coke bottles. Molly could have used a beer, but since Virgil couldn't drink alcohol (wacky body chemistry), she refrained.
The sacrifices I make for my patients, she thought wryly.
While they ate Molly asked, "Who was your nurse the last time you played Base...um, serviced the base?"
Virgil cut a piece of chicken. "I don't know her name."
"She didn't introduce herself to you?"
"No." He hesitated. "I don't think she liked the monitor duty."
"What'd she look like?" Molly asked casually.
"Brunette, really pretty, but she frowned a lot."
Mildred Hanover!
Molly took a sip of Coke. "You must really be hungry. You haven't eaten since lunch."
"Yeah, I learned in the brothel that it was better to eat a light meal before the work of the evening."
Molly perked up. She'd read what she could about the Government brothels but there was scant information available. This was a golden opportunity to learn more.
"They feed you well there?"
He nodded. "We always had enough food. The Brothel Masters didn't want their assets to be skin-and-bones." He suddenly concentrated on his plate.
Damnit, you forgot how much this could hurt him.
"We had two meals a day: a late but very good breakfast, and a light lunch."
"Weren't you hungry at night? You know, after...?"
"You get used to it." Virgil ate some salad.
Meaning you were hungry until that late breakfast, because your crazy body chemistry makes you hungrier than a normal.
"Um, did you have in-house medical facilities?"
Virgil sprinkled pepper on his mashed potatoes. "We had a small infirmary. The doctors would come in as needed." He sounded neutral. "They were good, but a little cold and clinical. Not like here." He suddenly looked up with a little smile.
Molly's heart lurched. She managed a smile. "We try." At least some of us do. She held out her hand. "Pass the be pepper, please."
"Huh? Oh, sure." Virgil pushed the shaker forward.
Molly picked it up and sprinkled her potatoes and salad. "Though I bet your crew takes even better care of you."
Virgil's eyes lit up. "They do. I couldn't ask for a better bunch of guys."
"That's great. How do you guys maintain the balance between you being crew and slave?"
"Well, sometimes it gets tricky, but we manage." He smiled. "Sometimes i get mixed up whether to call the Skip Master or Skipper."
"Well, that is a problem."
Virgil laughed. "The Skipper's good about mistakes. He knows this is all new territory for us."
"Much different from the brothel, eh?"
"Worlds apart. There, I only got outside for gardening duty or to perform a morning run. Here, I can breathe fresh air all the time, especially at sea."
"Even humid tropical air?"
"I don't mind. It's free air."
Oh, boy.
Virgil finished his meal. He had cleaned his plate.
Molly followed a hunch. "You still hungry?"
"A little," he admitted sheepishly.
Molly stood. "They've got three kinds of pie for dessert: lemon, apple and cherry "
"Hey, wait, Molly, I'll get it."
She put a hand on his arm. "You performed services tonight. Let me perform a service for you."
He blushed a little but made no further protest. "Lemon, please."
At the counter Molly pointed out two slices of lemon pie. The steward leaned forward. "Is that the Base Slut?"
"He's my patient. Pie, please?"
"Ewww. How can you stand it? After he's been with all those guys, I mean."
Molly counted to ten. "Hey, we're hungry. Pie, please."
The steward shrugged. "Two slices comin' up."
Molly brought the two slices of lemon pie back.
"Thanks, Molly."
"Eat up."
Virgil dug in. The food had perked him up, but she could see his eyes reflected his weariness. She was feeling tired herself, but she wanted to keep his spirits up.
"Quint's a doll. He is a natural-born commander."
"He is." Virgil stopped eating. "Can I tell you something in confidence?"
"You can."
He moved his fork around the edges of the pie. "We've had some close calls. One night I was returning from the latrine and passed by the Skipper's hut. He...was having a nightmare."
"About losing his crew?"
Virgil nodded. "He really cares. A lot."
"I knew I saw something in that man."
Virgil smiled. "Keep on tryin'."
Molly laughed. "You know, this pie isn't half bad for the mess hall "
"I agree." Virgil regarded the pie. "Could use a little meringue."
She grinned. "Should I pass along to the chef?"
"Oh, I don't want to bother him." Virgil waved his hand airily.
"Aren't you a considerate joe?"
"Always."
Molly silently agreed. "So, how's the Most Beautiful Man in the South Pacific?"
Virgil looked embarrassed. "Oh, please, that's Lester's craziness."
"What, did he start all this?*
"No, someone in this crazy war did, but Lester thinks it's me. Totally wild, of course."
"Hmph, Gruber's a smart guy, and he's got eyes."
Virgil blushed. "I know I'm above average in looks, but Most Beautiful Man? I highly doubt it."
"Above average? Aren't you the understated one?"
You're gorgeous!
Virgil ducked his head and concentrated on his pie.
When they finished dessert, Molly walked back to the hospital with Virgil. There was no way she was going to allow him to walk around the base alone, even at this hour.
At the hospital she nodded to the Marine guard. The shift had changed, so now a new man stood outside the door.
Inside Virgil got ready for bed: brushed his teeth, removed his clothes, and came out of the bathroom in his boxer shorts. She really loved how slaves still possessed modesty
Virgil climbed in and Molly pulled up the sheet to cover him. He probably knew that she did this for every slave she monitored.
"See you tomorrow. Hey, you okay with doing some volunteer work in the wards?"
Virgil's face lit up. "Yes, I'd like that."
"Good, now get some sleep." Molly patted his shoulder. She went to the door.
"Molly."
"Yes?" Her hand rested on the doorknob.
"Thanks."
"You're welcome."
Molly exited and nodded to the guard. Leaving the hospital, she looked forward to a hot shower and a good night's sleep.
Tomorrow, she would see Nurse Mildred Hanover and read her the riot act.
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