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Robin almost laughed in spite of her
predicament when she heard this. What did Cafferson think
he
was doing to her poor asshole, tickling it with a feather? But as
he slowly stroked her she realized that he meant it. Sergeant
Powers had been exiled to Antarctica for what he had done to Jodie,
and apparently this Paul Thurston had been placed under the ban for
his brutalization of the cadets.

“Fuck me back, Bransom,” he growled. “I’m
going to come!”

Robin arched her back as far as she could and
impaled herself on his rod, ignoring the resulting wave of pain. He
clutched her hips, digging his fingers into her flesh and
exclaimed, “Christ, you’re a hot piece of ass!” and discharged his
hot load deep inside her guts, with Jodie still massaging his hairy
sack in her mouth.

He patted Robin on her rump as he slowly
withdrew from her. “Lick me clean,” he told the stone-faced Jodie.
“Lick me clean and return to your duties, cadets. You both have
great futures ahead of you. You will be fine officers someday.”

Jodie was so enraged that she almost did not
notice the taste of the general’s penis filling her mouth; a foul
mixture of feces, female lubricant and semen. As her eyes flicked
from Robin’s rectum, from which a strand of the general’s cum hung
down, to Cafferson’s face, a scene from an old sci-fi movie popped
into her head. A character in the movie was outside his spaceship,
floating in a vacuum. He opened his helmet and his head exploded
like a rotten cantaloupe with a stick of dynamite buried inside. If
Jodie had somehow been granted the power to make the same thing
happen to the general’s head, she would have cheerfully done so at
that instant.

“Thank you sir,” she said tonelessly. “You’re
too kind.”

 

Chapter Eight: Home

 

The night before they were scheduled to go
home, the cadets were issued new uniforms, complete with panties
and bras. These resembled the standard West Point uniforms, dark
blue with charcoal trim around the collar and centerline of the
jacket, and charcoal stripes on the trousers, but cut fuller in the
chest and narrower at the waist. Apparently, the Army was not going
to let them go home in the scandalous skinsuits. They were
specifically ordered to leave their fatigues behind.

“Too bad,” Kate Swenson mused. “I’d love to
model a skinsuit for that shithead Donald, just to remind him of
what he threw away.” Donald was the name of her ex-boyfriend, who
had broken their engagement with a “Dear Joan” letter a month after
Kate had joined the Army.

The Army spared no expense in getting them
home as expeditiously as possible. A big helicopter landed right in
the middle of the parade ground and whisked them to Philadelphia
International Airport, where the cadets who were flying home had
first-class tickets waiting for them. The half-dozen who lived in
the Northeast Corridor were whisked to 30
th
Street
Station in Philadelphia, and put aboard one of the new, 200 mile an
hour maglev trains. For Jodie, who was from the suburban Main Line
just outside the city, a staff car with driver was laid on and she
was driven home as if she was a general.

Robin was dropped by a taxi at her house
seven hours after she had boarded the copter at the Academy. She
lowered her bag to the ground and stood at the front door without
knocking for a moment, as tears welled up in her eyes.

“Oh, hell,” she muttered, and rang the
doorbell.

Her father opened the door. He was in his
dress uniform, the brass oak leaves and buttons gleaming. He looked
as if he was about to burst from pride and happiness. He saluted, a
huge grin spreading over his face.

“Welcome home, cadet,” he said.

Robin returned the salute, but before she
could say anything she was nearly knocked to the ground by a soft
missile. An instant later she was being crushed in the arms of her
little sister, Merry.

“Robin, I missed you so much,” Merry said.
Tears of joy clung to her cheeks. “How could you stay away so
long?”

“God, I missed you, both of you,” she added
looking at her father. “It seems like I’ve been away for
years
.”

Merry snatched up Robin’s duffel bag before
either Robin or her father could get it and led Robin up to her old
bedroom, excitedly asking questions. Robin had no need to answer
them, as Merry was unable to wait for a response to one question
before the next one bubbled out of her.

At dinner, over an enormous rib-eye steak at
the Brooklyn Steak House, Robin was able to tell Merry and her
father something about her experiences at the Academy. She
cautiously tested the conditioning, not wholly convinced that it
would work, by trying to describe the skinsuits. She found that she
could not. Her vocal apparatus refused to function when she
approached a forbidden topic, and that was that.

Her father was very interested in the
curriculum at the school, and seemed pleased at Robin’s responses
when he tested her knowledge of military history, tactics and her
other subjects. “I can see why you were first in your class,
honey,” he told her, smiling. “I was a
little
sorry you
decided go into the service instead college, but it looks like it
worked out well.”

Her sister could not hear enough about life
at the Academy and Robin’s classmates. “You’re going to be an
officer
,” she said in an awed voice, several times. “You are
so lucky, sis.”

That night, after their father went to bed,
the sisters sat on Robin’s bed talking.

“My eighteenth birthday is next week, Rob,”
Merry reminded her.

“I know,” she replied. “Don’t worry, sis,
I’ll get a present for you before I go back. I’m just sorry that I
won’t be here to see it.”

Merry did not seem to hear her. “Do you know
what I’m going to do? I’m going to march right down to the
recruiting station on James Street across from the courthouse and
enlist. I’m going to buck for the Academy, and I bet I make it,
too. Then we’ll be at school together, and also in the Army. Won’t
that be great?” she asked Robin, her face beaming and her eyes
shining.

Robin’s mind went blank for a moment. She had
been anticipating this moment, pondering about how to deal with
this situation if it arose, but now the moment was upon her and she
did not have a solution.

Merry was beautiful, smart, and athletic. She
had been on the honor roll every semester since sixth grade, and
she had been offered full scholarships by Washington State and
Indiana for swimming and by Stanford for softball. Worst of all,
she admired Robin extravagantly, almost worshipped her. Of course
she would want to follow in her big sister’s footsteps and make
their father as proud of the younger daughter as he was of the
older.

Robin did not have the slightest doubt that
she would be snapped up by the officer’s training program the
instant Cafferson’s ferrets saw her Army aptitude test results.
Somehow, she had to keep Merry from walking blindly into Robin’s
Hell.

“Merry, I not sure enlisting is the smartest
move to make right now,” she began. Her sister’s face clouded
up.

“Why, Rob? Don’t you think I can cut it in
the Army?” she asked in an injured tone. “I might not end up first
in my class, but…”

“No, no Merry, it’s not that at all,” Robin
quickly assured her. “You have such great offers from the colleges,
you can’t let them get away. Why, Stanford…”

“You had scholarship offers yourself,” Merry
interrupted. “You joined the Army because you wanted to follow Dad,
to serve like he did. We talked about it before you enlisted, don’t
you remember? You told how great it would be, both of us in the
Army together…”

“Yes, Mer…” Robin said, as she saw her sister
grow more agitated as she spoke. “But…”

“And then you were selected for the Academy,
picked to be an officer, like Dad was,” Merry said, her eyes
flashing in anger. “Are you afraid that I’ll make the Academy too,
that I’ll compete with you for his respect?” Her face was flushed,
and there were tears of anger in her eyes. “Or do you just not want
your kid sister at your school, because you think I’ll want to hang
out with you and your friends? Or maybe you think I won’t be good
enough to make it in the service the way you did? Which is it,
Robin? We used to help each other, to root for each other, love
each other. What happened to you?”

I was handled by men like a prize heifer,
beaten like a lazy mule, fucked like a cheap whore and I had to
just take it, that’s what happened
, Robin tried to say.
I
had to lick my friend’s genitals until she had an orgasm, and watch
them pound another friend’s naked body as if she was a piñata at a
birthday party
, Robin wanted to scream. She felt as if Merry
was running gaily towards a precipice, and Robin was impotent to
warn her of the danger
. I don’t want to see you bent over a desk
being buggered by a monomaniacal general, or crouching at his feet
holding his ugly sack in your sweet mouth
, she thought
fiercely. But she could not say any of those things. When Robin
tried to say that the food was bad, the beds uncomfortable and the
buildings virtually unheated in the winter, her vocal chords
refused to do their duty. The conditioning would not let her say
anything that might be considered critical of the Academy.

“It… I just think you’d miss the whole
college experience, making new friends, meeting boys, going to
football games. All your friends are going to college. Besides, the
curriculum at Stanford…”she was going to say that there were far
better professors, teaching more interesting courses in Palo Alto,
but the conditioning wouldn’t allow her to make comparisons that
were unfavorable to the Academy. She paused, her mouth still open
but with no words appearing, trying to think of a way to express
the thought in a way that the policeman in her brain would
permit.

Merry stared at her as if she had turned into
some peculiar monster, then burst into tears and ran out of the
room, shouting, “I hate you!” A moment later she heard the door to
Merry’s room slam shut.

Robin rose to follow. She tried the door, but
it was locked. She pounded on the door and yelled despairingly,
“Listen Merry, you can’t join the Army! Just listen to me!” There
was no response.

What could she do? She thought about asking
her father to forbid Merry from enlisting. But what could she say
to him? That Merry was too smart and talented to waste her life on
a military career? He would never believe that this was Robin’s
real reason, and he would demand to know the truth, which she could
not tell him. She sat on the living room sofa with the television
on, trying to think of a solution. She was so deep in thought that
she did not notice her father enter the room and sit beside her,
until he touched her arm to get her attention. Robin jumped.

“Oh, hi Dad,” she said, forcing a smile. “I
didn’t see you there.”

“Good show, sweetheart?” he asked. When she
made no reply (she did not even know the name of the show that was
on the screen), he went on, “I heard you and Merry arguing just
now. Can I help?”

“Dad,” she said turning to look him in the
eye. “I need you to do something on trust, because I can’t explain
it right now. Do you trust me?”

“Robin, you know I trust you,” he replied
steadily, “and you know I will do anything I can for you. If you
can’t explain, I will take it on faith that your reasons for
whatever you want are good enough. Tell me what you want me to
do.”

She took both his hands in hers and squeezed
them. This was hard, harder than she thought it would be. She
thought again of Merry, naked and spread out over a desk, with
General Cafferson standing behind her, his erect penis in his hand.
She
had
to do it.

“Dad, I want you to tell Merry that she is
forbidden to enlist,” Robin finally forced out. “I can’t tell you
why, but it’s important, believe me.”

He did not reply immediately, but his brow
furrowed in concern. At last he said, “It’s not really
me
you’re asking to trust you. It’s really your sister you’re asking.
Robin, when she turns eighteen, she becomes an adult, a free agent.
She doesn’t need my permission to enlist, any more than you did. I
could tell her, order her not to do it, all right, and I will, if
you insist. But what do you suppose Merry’s going to think,
especially if I can’t tell her
why
I am suddenly against
it?”

“She’ll think that I asked you to do it, and
she will just go ahead anyway,” Robin answered slowly.

“That is what I think will happen too,” he
agreed. “Of course, if you explained your reasons, I sure she would
listen…” he went on.

“But I can’t,” Robin wailed. “I just
can’t
!”

Her father rubbed chin. “Do you still want me
to…?”

“No, forget it, you’re right of course,”
Robin interrupted. “It wouldn’t do any good. Thanks anyway,
Dad.”

He hugged her. “I’m sure it will work out all
right in the end,” he told her. “If worse comes to worst and you
can’t talk her out of it, it won’t be too bad. She’s a sure bet to
qualify for the Academy, and an officer’s life isn’t as bad as all
that,” he reassured her, patting her on the back.

“I guess you’re right, Dad,” Robin said
dully. “I’m sure it’ll be all right.”

Merry refused to speak to Robin, or even look
her in the eye the next day, or the day after that. She would leave
the room she was in if Robin entered, and would refuse to go into
any room that contained her older sister. After two days, Robin
could not stand being shunned by her beloved sister any longer. She
kissed her father goodbye, packed her duffle and left, with no
particular destination in mind.

She took a cab to the airport with the
intention of returning to high Point early, and then remembered
that Jodie had invited her to stop by her family’s house outside
Philadelphia if she had the chance. She quickly pulled out her
phone and called.

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