Cadet: The Academy (12 page)

“In any case,
you
will provide the
final proof yourselves,” he went on as the blonde girl slowly sank
back into her seat. “The administration is willing to let you go
home for a week, in full confidence that there will be no
embarrassing revelations.”

“There is one other thing,” he continued.
“You have all been implanted with what the doctor calls a ‘homing
impulse’. Any cadet who decides not return after her leave is over
will find herself headed right back here to High Point without even
being aware that she is doing it. Believe me, cadets,” he said over
the ensuing hubbub. “It really does work. The mind is an amazing
thing.”

The cadets talked it over later. The
consensus was that Wagner was telling them the truth. The fact that
they were permitted to go home at all was enough to convince even
the most skeptical of them.

“It’s not enough that they use us like
blow-up sex dolls,” Ally Reid grumbled, “they have to fuck with our
minds too.”

There was a final visit from General
Cafferson the same week in April. This visit was very different
from previous ones. Most of the cadets were called to the
Commandant’s office in pairs, with their bed-partners.

Jodie and Robin, the first two summoned, were
ushered into the Colonel’s private office, and stood nervously at
attention in front of a big desk where the General sat in a swivel
chair with a pair of manila files open in front of him.

“At ease, cadets. Sit down” he said, glancing
up. They settled into a pair of metal chairs and waited.

“I wanted to see you two first for a couple
of reasons,” the General said. “First, I want to congratulate both
of you. Cadet Bransom, your scores on the final examinations for
the semester placed you first in the class. If that skinflint Jack
Bransom doesn’t take you out to dinner at fanciest restaurant in
Seattle, he will hear from me about it,” he said, his face creasing
in a smile.

“You know my father, sir?” Robin gasped.

“You might say that. We were in the same
class at the Academy, Jack and I,” the General replied. “We hated
each other at first sight. I thought he was a stuck-up little
mama’s boy, and he thought I was a Neanderthal gorilla. Naturally,
we were best friends by the end of the first week.” Springs
squeaked as he leaned back in the chair, lacing his hands behind
his thick neck.

“They called us ‘Handsome and Crapperson’,
and we were the most exclusive clique in the Academy, just two
members…” closed his eyes, remembering. “We broke every rule they
had, and they never caught us. When we graduated, we even finagled
to get posted together with the Fifth Cavalry. We had a wager to
see which one of us made Brigadier first.” He sighed, and opened
his eyes.

“Then he met Rachel, and his career,
everything, took second place to her,” he said quietly. He no
longer seemed aware of the presence of the two girls. “
God
,
she was beautiful,” he said, remembering. “He turned down every
assignment he could that would take him away from her, and his
career went on hold. When she died, he resigned his commission to
raise you and your sister. Jack Bransom wasn’t about to let
Rachel’s daughters be raised by strangers!”

He opened his eyes and returned to the
present. “We still keep in touch. We talk on the phone a few times
a year. That stubborn bastard didn’t even tell me when you joined
the Army. I’m sure he was afraid I would pull strings to make it
easier for you.” (
Fat chance,
Robin thought).

He paused and trained his steely gray eyes on
Robin. “He was the finest officer I ever knew. I had no right to be
surprised when his daughter turned out to be the outstanding cadet
of her class.”

Robin blushed at the praise, but she was
troubled by his story. “But General Cafferson, if you were my
father’s friend, how could you…” she stopped, suddenly afraid to
ask him how he could use his friend’s daughter so cruelly.

“How could I put you through this Hell?” he
finished for her. “Cadet, someday there will be female officers
filling every kind of post in the service, even commanding combat
troops, I swear it!” His open hand slammed down on the table and
the big West Point ring he wore
clanged!
on the wood. “The
program at the Academy, training you as aides to the brass, was the
most I could get the General Staff to agree to. There are some
stubborn old dinosaurs down in Washington. It’s a start, an opening
wedge to pry open the door, and you girls, you thirty, are the
sharp edge.”

“Our armed forces are not strong enough to be
able to waste the talent of half of our citizens. We are going to
need the best soldiers we can get in the coming years, including
women.” He leaned forward, his face hardening and voice rising to
fill the room. “When I became the Chief of Staff, I swore to myself
that I would do everything in my power to make this country safe
from its enemies, and I would not count the cost for myself or
anyone else. I am willing to sacrifice everything I have in that
cause, including my life and the life of my firstborn child if
necessary, and if I have to use my best friend’s pretty daughter,
I’ll do that too.” He gave a long look to each girl and barked. “Is
that understood, Cadet Bransom, Cadet Lawrence?”

Robin found the sudden transformation of the
general frightening, as if a kindly uncle had suddenly turned into
an ogre. “Yes sir, I understand,” she shrilly agreed along with
Jodie.

“Good,” he said, relaxing again and returning
to his avuncular mode. “I also have to congratulate you, Lawrence.
When the first full class of cadets starts after you return from
leave, you will be the Cadet Captain. You are smart and tough, a
born leader. If you had a cock, I could guarantee that you would be
on the fast track to wearing stars on your shoulders. You are one
impressive cadet cunt.” He winked at her, and she burst out
laughing.

“Thank you, sir. I try,” Jodie said, trying
to suppress her mirth.

“You two girls represent the best women this
country can produce,” he told them. “I can see why you chose each
other as lovers.”

They stared at him with frozen smiles and
faces suddenly gone pale.

“Did you think I didn’t know about you two?”
he asked. “Or about Lee and the big blonde, what’s her name,
Swenson, or about Merriweather and… well, I know about every one of
the cadet couples. You had a ninety-five percent in military law
this term, Bransom. What’s the penalty for sodomy in the Code? It’s
under the ‘Conduct Unbecoming...’ section.”

Robin had memorized the section after the
first night she had made love with Jodie, for obvious reasons.
“Article Nine, Section Three,” Robin said slowly. “‘A course of
conduct of prohibited sexual acts while under military
discipline…’” she gulped, “…death by firing squad.”

Jodie took Robin’s hand, and stood between
her and the general, her eyes blazing and her jaw set defiantly.
She put Robin in mind of a mother cat protecting her kitten against
a marauding dog. “So, when are they coming to get us?” she
demanded.

He laughed. “Relax, cadet. Nobody’s coming to
get anybody. You haven’t been listening, if you think I would allow
some priests from the Dark Ages take my best cadets away from me.
Believe me; I don’t care
what
you do in your personal time,
as long as it doesn’t affect unit efficiency. Both of you have
obviously benefited from your relationship. Your marks in every
subject have improved since you started. On the other hand, I don’t
want your love life to get in the way of your personal duties.
Bransom, strip down,” he ordered suddenly. “I am going to remind
you both that your bodies still belong to the Army.”

Robin sat up suddenly, as if she had been
stung, then rose to her feet and began to untie her boots. She had
seen Jodie’s face when Cafferson ordered her to disrobe. The
diminutive blonde looked stricken for a moment, and then imposed
the emotionless mask that all the cadets had learned to display
when the men used their bodies.

In a few moments, Robin stood at attention
facing the general, wearing only her belt. “Put her hands in the
hip cuffs, Lawrence,” he commanded. “Now I want you to lean forward
over the desk so I can handle your tits,” he told Robin. “Cadet
Lawrence, you will get down behind your girlfriend and use your
tongue to get her ready for me to penetrate, front and rear. Legs
apart and arch your back, Bransom. You know the drill.”

Robin had thought that after her night with
the general called Paul, nothing they could do could get to her,
really hurt her emotionally. She now discovered that she had been
wrong. This was the hardest thing she had had to endure yet.
Cafferson was going to control her, fuck her, make her come;
that
was nothing much. What made her fight to hold back the
tears was thinking about what this was doing to poor Jodie, who was
not merely helpless to prevent the sexual assault on her lover
before her eyes but also was forced to participate, to prepare
Robin for the general to brutalize.

The general gathered up Robin’s breasts in
his big hands, batting her nipples back and forth with his thumbs.
They quickly responded, swelling up under handling. Cafferson now
took the sensitive buds between his fingers, teasing them, tugging
and pinching them gently, making Robin’s heart beat faster.

At the same time, she could feel Jodie’s soft
lips pressing against her labia, followed by the sensation of her
slippery tongue entering her. Her body responded as it had learned
to, and she could feel the hot waves of lust pour through her. She
moaned softly, deep in her throat, and made a supple motion with
her hips as Jodie sucked her engorged clit between her lips. A
moment later, she felt the tongue withdraw, to reappear around the
little ring above. Jodie’s tongue slipped in and out of Robin ass,
lubricating it for the general. Robin had never had a rim-job
before. She found the sensation a little strange, but also
arousing.

The general, who had leaned forward to suck
and nibble on Robin’s distended nipples, pulled his mouth free to
ask, “Is she ready for me yet, Lawrence?”

Jodie’s head darted out from between Robin’s
thighs. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “She’s as
ready as I can make her sir, both holes wet,” she reported
dutifully.

Cafferson rose from the chair, and moved
around the desk to stand between Robin’s well parted legs. “Cadet,”
he said to Jodie, “would you please take my cock out of my pants
for me? I’m going to have my hands full for a bit,” he explained,
reaching over to take up Robin’s breasts again.

Jodie knelt on the floor at his feet,
released his cock from its cloth prison, and took it carefully into
her small hands. It was ten inches long and thick in cross section,
with an angry red mushroom head.

“Just put me in her pussy, cadet,” he
ordered. As she did, he began squeezing her nipples harder than
ever, and a brief cry of pain escaped from Robin before she
compressed her lips and tamed her weak flesh.

When she was sixteen, Jodie had spent a
summer on a farm that raised thoroughbred horses. Once, she was
permitted to watch the insemination of a mare. The stallions were
incapable of effecting entry into the mares unassisted, so a female
farmhand had to manually guide the horse’s huge erection into the
waiting female. As she inserted the general into Robin’s slippery
box, she was somehow reminded of that day, as if the stud general
would not be able to mount this filly without aid.

The general grunted with pleasure. “That’s
good. Fuck me with small, slow strokes,” he directed Robin. “You,
Lawrence, don’t get up. Play with my balls while I fuck
Bransom.”

She briefly considered taking his balls and
crushing them into a fine paste, but regretfully rejected the idea
because she knew that Robin would receive the same horrible
punishment as she, probably something like living dismemberment.
Instead, she gently cradled the general’s scrotum as instructed,
matching the reciprocating action of his thrusts into Robin with
her hands.

Robin’s body had been trained all too well to
respond to this kind of treatment. She was breathing hard and her
heart was racing as she neared the eruption.

“How do you like it, cadet?” Cafferson asked,
and then provided the answer himself. “‘I didn’t realize I had to
like it,’” he quoted, chuckling, as he continued to drive into the
softly moaning girl. Robin, even in her extremity, was shocked to
discover that the general evidently knew every detail of that
terrible night. “Good answer, cadet. I wish I could have seen the
dumb bastard’s face when you said that. I think you’re about ready
to blow,” he observed. “Am I right?”

“Yes, please… finish… finish me… sir, if you…
don’t mind,” Robin gasped, looking back at him over her
shoulder.

“All right, here we go,” the general agreed.
He pulled his entire length back and then plunged into her with one
final, violent thrust. Robin climaxed explosively, calling out “Oh
God!” and gyrating her hips wildly on his cock.

Cafferson had not finished, however. After
Robin’s body had settled bonelessly to the desktop, he told Jodie,
who was still on the ground beside him his balls in her hands,
“Take me out and put it in her ass. You can suck on my balls while
I bugger her.” Jodie reluctantly obeyed, attempting to insert his
bulky tool into the minute opening as gently as possible.

Robin had been taken this way a few times
before, but she had never gotten used to it. She clenched her jaws
to suppress a groan as he pressed painfully into the constricted
passage.

“That dickhead Paul Thurston will never lay a
finger on any of my cadets again,” he remarked, pausing with his
cock buried five inches deep in Robin’s ass. She realized that he
was again referring to the leader of the generals who had visited
the Academy in December. “I’d like to play ‘blind whore’s bluff’
with that imbecile. Move your ass a little higher,” he interrupted
himself a moment to direct Robin. “That’s better,” he sighed. “How
stupid do you have to be to make major-general? I promise you one
thing: that bastard will
never
get his hands on another one
of you girls, now or after you graduate. How
dare
he hurt my
cadets?” he asked passionately.