Cadet: The Academy (15 page)

She nodded vehemently, and said, “Ech err, ah
ahh!”

“You won’t be after this,” he told her. “It
wouldn’t really make much difference in the long run, anyway.
You’ll find out in a few days,” he assured her. “Proceed,
Sergeant,” he said.

Megan made an agonized, despairing wail as
she sank lower and the slippery, stiff rods painfully breached her
virginal apertures. When he was finished, her heels were pressed up
against the backs of her creamy thighs, her knees pointing almost
straight down, her pussy and bottomhole impaled on the dildos. The
Sergeant now lifted her bound wrists upward until they were higher
than her head, forcing her to lean forward and down on the
penetrating phalluses. He attached her wrists to a ring near the
top of the tail. She shrieked continuously during the entire
process.

The Captain moved close to the suffering
Megan and slapped her in the face a few times. “Silence, cadet,” he
told her. “I want you to hear this. All of you listen carefully,”
he said to the assembled platoon.” He removed a small,
leather-bound book from his jacket and held it aloft.

“This is the Uniform Military Code, and it
contains the laws that govern all of us,” he said in a loud clear
voice. “You all have taken American History in high school, and you
should already be well aware that under the Constitution of 1817,
the mission of protecting this nation from its foreign enemies was
made the first task of the government, and the military was
thereafter made supreme over the civil government.” He turned to
Megan. “I say ‘should be aware’, because apparently some of you
think that their
Congressman
…” he made no effort to disguise
the contempt with which he spat out this word, “…has some ability
to interfere with the course of military discipline.”

He now placed his hand under Megan’s jaw,
lifting her chin and forcing her to look directly at him. “Let me
put you straight, cadet. Your Congressman does not have the
slightest power here, nor does the President. The Military Code is
the supreme law of the land. I could order you whipped half to
death, and I would not have to explain why to you. Under these
laws…” he tapped the little book, “…I could shoot you dead, and
indeed, under certain circumstances, such as cowardice or
insubordination in the face of the enemy, I would be
required
to do so, and I would only need to explain the
necessity of that action to my superiors, and to
no one
else
.”

He paused. “You have been a very naughty
girl, cadet, and your actions today could have subjected you to a
court martial, after which you would sent to stand in the corner
for twenty years to life in a military prison. I am treating you
with mercy in this instance for two reasons: first, because you are
new to the Academy, and relatively new to the Army; and second,
because you will provide an object lesson for any cadet in the
company who has the least doubt about what her superiors may or may
not do with her. You will remain here until reveille tomorrow
morning, so that you can be seen by the entire company at evening
and morning line-up. After that, you will be given the opportunity
to make amends for your error. Do you understand, cadet?”

“Ess er, ah orry,” Megan said urgently. “Lees
leh ee ow!”

The Captain produced a black rubber disc from
his pocket. He lifted it to Megan’s face, and fitted it into the
ring that held her mouth so obscenely wide. She was now effectively
silenced.

“You will be given an opportunity to
apologize in the morning,” he told her. “Sergeant, please
administer ten strokes, front and back.”

Megan’s eyes widened in horror as Sergeant
Miller smiled, removed his crop from his belt and raised it over
lush, vulnerable body...

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