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“The reports fall far short of the reality,
cadet,” the General said quietly, his mouth an inch away from her
ear. He nibbled on her earlobe while his hands moved together into
the separation between her bottom globes, spreading them apart as
they went.

“Pl… please, General… I…” Robin began to
plead. She stopped herself, remembering what Jodie Lawrence had
said about denying the “bastards” her soul.
You can take my
body, General, but you won’t have my heart
, she thought
fiercely.

The General opened the rosy petals of Robin’s
sex with his questing hand, and found that the girl’s body was
already responding to his touches. The interior of her pussy was
slippery with her juice.

“Yes, Bransom, you wanted to say something?”
he inquired. He had hold of her clitoris, and was manipulating it
like an experienced connoisseur of girl-flesh.

“It was… nothing, sir,” Robin replied. She
was breathing faster now, and it was becoming difficult for her to
concentrate on anything but the powerful sensation developing
between her legs.

Robin had come into the Army a virgin,
although she was not a complete stranger to sex. Back in high
school, she had let boys fondle her breasts a few times on dates,
and she would occasionally masturbate herself to orgasm. She had
never permitted anyone to touch her genitals until she came to the
Academy. It was true that the Company Commander could make her body
respond to his touch, but she was able to separate part of her mind
from him, to ignore him in some basic way.

This was different. Robin was unable to hold
any part of herself back as the General awakened her sexual
responses with his hands. She was mot able to reserve any part of
herself from him. There was a floodtide of sensation rising in
body, and she was drowning in it.

“Bend over the table, cadet,” the General
grunted, his voice low and thick, almost inaudible. “Spread your
legs.”

Robin obeyed to the extent that she could.
The dress tights still tangled around her ankles, prevented her
from spreading her legs very far apart as she laid her stomach and
breasts on the table, but the General did not seem to mind.

“Lift your ass higher, Bransom,” he ordered.
He aided her with a hand cupped beneath her mound, lifting it into
the position he wanted. His fingers stroked her roughly, spattering
lubrication on her inner thighs. She gasped.

She heard the sound of Cafferson unbuckling
his belt, and a moment later she looked back over her shoulder to
see him swinging the doubled length of leather through the air.

“We need to warm your ass a little first,
cadet,” he said, and proceeded to lash her upturned bottom with the
belt, leaving a raised pink trail and making Robin yelp in pain.
“Don’t move,” he ordered, and he rained sharp blows on Robin’s
smooth hemispheres. She bit her lower lip and managed to keep from
crying out, due to her previous experiences under the instructor’s
batons. However, she could not prevent her bottom from wriggling
temptingly under the burning attack.

After a dozen or more blows, she heard the
sound of his zipper opening. “Are you ready, cadet?” he asked.

“Ah, yes sir, I’m ready,” Robin cried
excitedly. She felt the head of his cock touching her swollen lower
lips.

“Do you want it now?” he asked. “Ask me for
it. Beg for it, cadet!” he ordered, rubbing the bulging head
against her nether lips, but containing his urge to enter the
girl’s quivering jelly-box.

Robin had no control over her body or her
mouth. “Please, General sir, please take me
right now
! I
can’t
stand
it!” she screamed.

“Since you put it that way,” he said. He
drove deep into her tight pouch in a single thrust. The girl
screamed “Oh, Goddd!” as a dam of pent-up sensation burst. She felt
something tear inside, but she scarcely noticed it as she exploded
in a huge orgasm from his first stroke. A flood of her cum ran over
his cock and dripped on her thighs.

He was so big, and Robin so small, that he
bottomed out inside her. He could not fit the last two inches of
his shaft inside her box. He pulled back and drove deep into her
again, asking, “How does that feel, cadet?”

Her fingers dug into her thighs. “It’s
wonderful, sir!” she cried. “Please don’t stop!” she begged. She
could feel another tremendous climax building up inside.

The General had no intention of stopping. He
held both her hips in his strong hands, using them to regulate the
speed and depth of his strokes. Twice he brought her to the edge of
climax and stopped, bringing Robin close to tears in her thwarted
need, before he finally pushed her over the top with a savage
series of lunges deep into her tight cave.

The second orgasm was even bigger than the
first. Robin moaned and yowled like a catamount, arching her back
high to accept as much of him as she could house inside.

The General pulled his rigid organ out of
Robin and came in glistening spurts on her heaving back, buttocks
and thighs, grunting his pleasure. He rested his softening rod on
her bespattered bottom and said, panting a little, “Now you can say
that you’ve met the General Staff. Quite an honor for one so
young.”

The General released Robin’s hands from the
belt, and instructed her wash up and rejoin her unit. He instructed
her to send Cadet Sandy Merriweather, a tall, lovely black girl,
back in the car that would take her to the school.

Robin showered quickly, washing away the
little trickle of blood from her vagina and the semen and sweat
from her body. She dressed in silence, saluted the General and left
without saying another word. During the ride to class she turned
over in her mind what had happened to her.

She had lost her virginity, but that did not
bother her very much. She had never placed much stock in it,
figuring that she would have sex with the right man when the time
came along. What bothered her more was the way Cafferson was able
to dominate her with his voice and his hands, control her body,
arouse her and bring her to an orgasm exactly when and how he
pleased. When she was in his presence, her defenses vanished, and
she felt like a puppet in his hands. He had done it without using
threat or force (she did not believe that the spanking with the
belt had anything to do with the way she had been controlled), made
her
welcome
his violation of her body, made her
beg
for it. It was worse than being forced, somehow.

She was distracted all the rest of the day,
earning five painful strokes from the Military History instructor
when she failed to correctly describe the Battle of Chatanooga.

All that day and the next, the cadets were
summoned one-by-one to interviews with the General. The next
evening before taps, after the General had left the campus, the
cadets gathered around Jodie Lawrence’s bed to compare notes. They
had a variety of stories to tell. In some instances, they left were
alone with the General. Others times, they were joined by Colonel
Miles, or Captain Wagner, or sometimes both. They were subjected to
different forms of abuse. Cadets Merriweather, Vishnan and Ally
Reid, a charming red-head from Chicago, were forced to masturbate
with vibrators they had been given while being beaten with a
instructor’s crop, until they came while the three officers watched
them. Jodie Lawrence and two others were made to kneel before one
of the men and suck him off, while another manipulated the girl’s
privates. They were not permitted to leave until they had climaxed.
Others were taken by two of the officers at the same time,
simultaneously fucked and buggered, or forced to fellate one
officer while being penetrated by another or were taken frontally
while a vibrator was inserted behind. Every cadet was whipped or
spanked during her interview with the General.

They added up what the encounters all had in
common: first, every cadet had been sexually used in a humiliating
way. Second, no girl was permitted to leave until she had an
orgasm. Third, they all thought that the whole process seemed
somehow impersonal, as if the General and his cronies were not
abusing the cadets for their personal pleasure, or at least, that
was not the primary purpose.

“I think it’s some kind of test,” Jodie
Lawrence said at the end. “They wanted to see how we react when
they use us, see what kind of sex-toys we’ll be as aides for the
brass when we graduate.”

“They made me…” Kim Lee began, but broke down
crying before she could finish. “The Colonel put his penis in my a…
ass and I had… an orgasm…” she began again, sobbing. “He said… I
was a d… dirty slut… and he must be r… right, because he didn’t …
force
me… I
liked
it.” Her hands covered her face and
she wept like a child.

Robin and Steph were sitting next to the
delicate Asian girl, and they quickly wrapped her in their arms and
gently stroked her silky black hair to comfort her.

“They forced you all right, Kim, those
bastards,” Jodie said in the low husky voice she used when she was
angry. “You didn’t have a choice, you were under their orders. They
forced all of us, and not just our bodies. They fucked with our
minds. They
will
try to break us, my friends. The only hope
we have is to be strong together and to endure. Are we strong,
cadets?” Jodie asked, raising her voice. There were tears in her
eyes, but her jaw was set defiantly in the direction for the
Commandant’s quarters were they had all been violated. “Are we
stronger than they are?” she shouted.

“We are! Yes!” the cadets all shouted back in
their high, clear voices.

She shook her fist at the window. “Fuck ’em,”
she yelled, and they lustily repeated the obscenity. “They can
never beat us!” the little blonde cried, jumping up on her bed
“because…” she paused a beat, and then went on with the entire
platoon, “…we’re the cadet cunts!”

 

Chapter Six: I didn’t realize I had to like
it

 

Training went on. They were given new tasks:
the cadets, some of whom had never had a license before they joined
the service, were trained as drivers. Since they would be
chauffeuring high-ranked officers, they were obliged to become
familiar with the operation of huge staff cars, big off-road
personnel carriers, and any other type of vehicle that their
General might ride in. Moreover, they did not merely need to drive;
they had to learn radical emergency evasive maneuvers in the event
that the vehicle they were driving was attacked from the air or was
subjected to a kidnap attempt by terrorists. The course was
exciting, but dangerous. Several of the vehicles suffered serious
body damage in high-speed collisions, and some of the cadets were
banged up in accidents. The worst mishap involved Merriweather, who
suffered a concussion when she rolled over the staff car she was
driving to avoid a head-on crash, and was put on limited duty for
two weeks.

Winter came early to the Academy, and the
cadets were put through exercises in the snow while carrying full
packs and rifles (the rifles were loaded with blank cartridges. One
of the cadets remarked that she would have had a good use for a few
magazines of
live
rounds). They were given gloves and winter
hats for these training sessions, but no new uniforms or even
overcoats. Their fatigue skinsuits proved to be warm enough to
prevent frostbite, but the cold weather visited a new indignity
upon them: the cadets were forced to parade about with their
nipples perpetually enlarged from the cold. Captain Wagner and
Colonel Miles were not slow to take advantage, and the girls found
their tender nubs being twisted and abused unmercifully at morning
and evening line-up.

For six weeks the cadets endured the routine
humiliations and beatings, learning their craft and slowly
rebuilding their confidence after General Cafferson’s visit had so
badly damaged it. Then, in mid-December, the party of generals
arrived.

There were four of them, all bearing the two
stars on their shoulder-straps that denoted a major-general. They
were lodged in a large, rambling house that had been set aside for
important visitors. Cafferson had rejected the lavish digs when he
came to the Academy, preferring the simplicity of the Commandant’s
quarters, but the four generals accepted the offer of the mansion
with alacrity, and demanded the guesthouse be staffed with female
cadets to serve them during their stay.

Indeed, this was the whole purpose of the
visit. The cadets were to be put through another session of
“training” for the “personal” part of their future duties.

Six cadets at a time were assigned to work
twelve-hour shifts at the residence. Robin and Steph were in the
first group; along with the shy Indian, Rahni Vishnan, a bubbly
redhead named Ally Reid, Corey Harris, a green-eyed blonde with a
complexion like a ripe peach, and an exotic olive-skinned girl of
Arabian descent with huge dark eyes and high cheekbones named Minha
Fashoon.

When the cadets arrived, they were made to
stand at attention while the four middle-aged generals looked them
over and discussed their physical attributes in front of them in
the crudest terms. The cadets had their uniform tops opened and
their exposed breasts mauled by the four men, who churlishly
compared the size and texture of the six girls’ jutting mounds,
while the cadets stood impassively. In the end, the four cadets
with the largest bosoms were selected by the generals, leaving
Robin and Steph, whose breasts were delightfully well formed but
not particularly large, behind.

Robin and Steph were ordered to mix pitchers
of martinis at the big wet bar on the first floor and bring them
upstairs, while the other four girls each accompanied the general
who had chosen her to the bedrooms for their assignments.

As the two girls opened cabinets and drawers
to find the appropriate liquor bottles, pitchers, ice, glasses and
trays, they heard faint screams coming from upstairs. By unspoken
consent, they both moved slowly and with extreme care to mix the
drinks and prepare the trays, as though they were working with
nitroglycerine instead of gin and vermouth. This strategy soon
proved futile, as they had known it would, when they heard a voice
upstairs roar out, “Where are those fucking cunts with the
drinks?”

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