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Basic Training

By: manfromvenus



"How in the hell did I get here?" I am sure that the question has been asked many times before by many different people, the only difference is I have no idea where "here" is.

In order to share this story in it's entirety will take some time and several pages. But, In order to do so I must turn the clock back about 6 months time. Give or take a month or so.

The morning had been brisk, as I was walking to work in downtown Seattle. I was approaching the intersection of 4th and Pike preparing to turn down toward the Market when a voice from the curb captured my attention. There, a handsome man beckoned me closer in a request for directions.

Something told me not to go to him, but my senses were overruled by the raw sexual energy he was projecting out of the car at me. His voice was so soft, and melodic, I had to lean in very close to hear him, I could not believe that he would not look at my breasts, I know they are one of my best assets, and leaning toward him, the gentle swell should have been apparent to him, yet he ignored my open neckline and stared into my eyes. 

"You are lovely, and I should love to buy you lunch." The accent was British. 

"A gentleman!" I thought to myself. "Why would I join you for lunch? I have no idea who you are, or whether to trust you or not."

Though my question was propelled with all the conviction and challenge of a street smart woman of the world, my insides were begging for a reasonable answer I could accept. 

"Because, my dear, either you join me or we shall never become acquainted." His smirk was just a little left of smug, and knowing me to be very interested.

"Fine," I smiled, "meet me there at 12:05 today." I nodded across to the opposite corner and the espresso stand waiting there, what could be safer than out in the street in the open.

The morning had seemed to drag into a time warp wherein the clock ran in reverse. I busied myself with the mornings memo's and then was almost late. 

As I arrived, composed outwardly, my heart was racing on the inside. I was pleased to see that he was waiting for me, his limo sitting at the curb, with the engine idling. No small task in itself considering the parking situation in down town Seattle. I was suitably impressed. 

We ordered our coffee and moved to the table and 2 chairs that were sitting to the side of the stand. The small talk was the same fencing that all couples start into on the first date, the wind had begun to blow and then rain soon was slanting into our table and making us and everything in it's path wet. His smile was speaking volumes as he nodded toward the waiting, warm car. I nodded, sure, why not.

The car was elegant, the bar stocked, the stereo playing gentle, smooth jazz. There was an uneasy silence as we settled into the seat, side by side. He asked if I would like a bit of cognac to warm me before I returned to work. 

I thought of what the girls in the office would say if they could see me now as I nodded my head. The liquid burned as it slid down my throat, and the warmth spread throughout my body, I felt deliciously warm as I took another sip. Settling back into the seat and feeling very pleasant, and comfy...

I was freezing cold, my skin was so cold it felt as if it was on fire, I was laying face down on some sort of stainless steel table, my face through a padded hole in the table and held in place by some sort of strap. Feeling was beginning to flood back into my limbs and I could tell that every appendage was securely strapped to the table. 

I was alone in the room, I could sense no other presence. I felt straps crossing my back and my hips. Holding me to the table. I found my voice, my mouth was dry, my lips cracked. I had no idea where I was, or how long I had been there...

"Hello????" a bit louder "Helloooooo!!!!!" "Can anybody hear me?" "Help!!!" I screamed this, and then I heard the door open and close behind me and to the left. The footsteps crisp and purposeful, high heeled. 

"Yelling will avail you nothing." The female British accent spoke, softly, yet official sounding. "If you don't struggle, you will find this to be a wonderful, enlightening experience." The voice continued in a very matter of fact tone, as I looked at the floor to see a trim shapely ankle in attractive shoes standing beside the table. 

"If you fight, your stay will be longer, more unpleasant, and infinitely less enjoyable." 

I began to cry, softly, but pitifully. "Why am I here?" I sniffed, I felt she might become a friend and confidant, I asked again. "What do you people want from me?" 

"The only thing I am at liberty to tell you right now is that you are in the first week of basic training." She said softly. "Don't worry, you will not be harmed. More than is necessary." 

I could have sworn the last of what she said had a smile to go with it. The sting of the needle in my ass, made me realize that this was not to be over quickly. "Sleep now, the chamber is next." These were the last words I would hear for several days.

CHAPTER 2

My head felt like I had been on a week long drunk, I had trouble focusing my eyes. As the fog began to clear away, I could tell that I was in a different room and different circumstances. I was still nude, and still quite helpless, yet, rather than being strapped face down on a stainless steel table, I found myself suspended in mid air by a series of straps. 

"You should not find this next experience objectionable." The voice was that of my male lunch date. I was drugged and feeling very agreeable. Somewhere down on the inside of me a tiny voice was crying with indignation, but it was not heard. I did know that one day I would have the opportunity to obtain vengeance for my treatment, if it took the rest of my life, and it was that thought that enabled me to take a deep breath and summon the resolve to maintain some sort of cool, as I hung there helpless.

"We are going to attach some apparatus to you now." My captor's female counterpart was speaking. "Don't fight us, it will do no good, and only reduce the pleasure you will feel." 

"Pleasure?!!!!" I shouted as much as I could, unfortunately it was not much more than a whisper. 

"Yes." She spoke again, that dry accent of hers, yet with the smile hidden in her voice. "You are about to experience exquisite pleasure in the chamber. With that said, there was slipped over my head a rubber cap and mask. 

I was frightened at first, afraid I would not be able to breathe, but I found breathing to be easy through my nose. I heard her voice again through speakers in the cap over my ears. "Don't be frightened, you are not going to be harmed...this is all part of your training." 

"Training for what?" The words came out muffled, the cap and mask proving to be a fairly effective gag as well. I heard the words echoing in my head as I felt my body being lifted and moved to one side and then the sensation of being lowered into liquid. 

"You are being placed in a sensory depravation chamber of our design." My captor's voice very formal and businesslike. "Your senses are going to be left out of this first phase of your training." 

"Only the senses that we wish to have stimulated will be, all the rest will be left suspended." "Try to relax and enjoy this, you will find the experience far more pleasant if you open your self to it." 

That was the last sound or voice I heard for an indeterminate amount of time. I was suspended in the liquid and floating, I could not feel my extremities soon, my hands and feet becoming fleeting memories. 

I soon discovered an increased clarity of thought, without the other sensations to interfere, I was able to explore thought for it's own sake, they were right, I was beginning to enjoy this. 

Then I began to experience a flood of thought, something had opened a gate between my conscious and sub-conscious minds, it was as if I had suddenly been allowed to dream and maintain my awake status. Soon the dreams became fun, I could fly, I had read about lucid dreaming. Was this the actual experience. 

I began to feel my nipples again, in all of this, the sensation was returning to my nipples. Was this pleasure? No, it was pain, something was hurting my nipples, pinching them. No it wasn't pinching exactly, it was more like tiny electric shocks. 

Just at the edge of pain, but pleasant. Yes, becoming very pleasant, and then a similar sensation began at my clit. 

"My God, no, not there, that is going to hurt!" I tried to move, but apparently my extremities had been disconnected by the time in the chamber. I could not move, at all. 

"NNNNnnnnnnghhhhh!" The sharp shock to my clit, seemed to tie it and my nipples together in a tight little triangle...soon the shocks were rotating around the points of the triangle...Left nipple...right nipple...clit...left nipple...right nipple... clit. I began to anticipate the rhythm, and to prepare for it. Just as I thought, I had this settled and would just let the pattern continue, it changed to a random pattern. 

Then the voltages increased. Then the time each area was subjected to current changed in duration. Soon I was swimming through a mental sea of jerks and twitches then it all stopped. I waited, no more sensations. My nipples and clit were waiting and stiffening in anticipation, then when the shock didn't come, they became incredibly hard. Suddenly, the juice started on my clit once more and then increased. The pain became real but then there was a new sensation...a hard object much like a cock sliding past the lips of my cunt and inward.

Once in place it expanded and contracted...then began moving in and out stroking the inside of my cunt, the shocks were coming more frequently, sort of in time with the deep strokes. Because of the lack of other sensations the feelings being generated in my cunt by the phony cock and the electric shocks began to stir deeply a sensation of more to come. 

I was on the edge of an orgasm and then things began to slow...keeping me perched at the upper edge of the orgasm until I started teetering over the top until soon, I could tell I was on my way to a mind shattering orgasmic experience like I had never felt before. My mind was reeling and then in my ears came the sounds of voices, female voices, in the throes of orgasm. I could not help my self, I toppled over the top and down into the well of sensation. 

I was beginning to settle down a bit when the cock in my cunt began to vibrate as well as plow in and out of me. And soon I was on my way up to the next level of orgasm.

I hope you enjoyed this, it is a work of fiction, but I hope some erotic tingles will result, let me know if you want to hear more, I have not written more than this as yet.

Basic Training: 01



James was 19 when he decided to join the army. He has taken a semester of classes at the local community college, but he really didn't know what he wanted to do. Classes were too expensive, and he couldn't justify taking out loans for an associates degree. On top of this, he still lived with his mom in their mobile home. She had done her best for him: she had worked one or two jobs to keep a roof over there heads. He wanted to do something to make her proud, and he really wanted to get his own place.

The two weeks before basic was turning out to be one hell of a send off. His mother had been practically beaming when he told her the news of his recruitment (he had actually recruited himself by walking into the Army storefront at the mall). She had started making him hot breakfasts like she used to when he was in elementary school. She made french toast, and scrambled eggs, and collar bacon everyday. He felt good to give his mother something to be happy about.

His friends had made it their mission to see James off the "proper" way. Kyle and Jon especially. They treated each sticky summer night like a going away party; bar-hopping, and especially looking for girls. James was up for it. He had given his two-weeks notice at Citgo over a month ago. He had nothing to do except read the paper, do a bit of fishing, and tone up at the gym. He was feeling great, but he was also starting to get nervous. 

It was three days before basic, and the guys went out again. They hit a street where almost all the bars catered to the local colleges. They didn't card too hard, and the guys had bad fakes if they needed them. They had each gotten lucky a few times in the last week, and both Kyle and Jon seemed to be on a mission this night. Jon's older brother Mike had tagged along. For some reason James' heart was not in it anymore. They started at an open-air joint that was offering specials on wings and buckets.

"We'll take two dozen wings, a bucket of Buds, no, make that Coronas, and 5 Jameson shots Sweety," Jon said, handing the slim waitress their menus before they could even get a word in. The sun was almost gone in the West, and a slight breeze gave the first delicious respite from the days maddening heat. 

"I guess we're getting started right then, huh Jon?" Kyle joked. They all hunched in, putting elbows down on the wrought-iron patio table. All except James. He remained leaned back in the arm chair. He was oblivious to the many tables of people around them. He twisted a steak knife around in his hand, and gazed at it distantly as he drew his thumb along the blade's edge. 

"Hey James," Mike's head was cocked and eyes squinted and concerned.

"Hey buddy," James said half-heartedly. 

"What's up, you starting to get nervous?"

James sighed once and leaned in like the rest of them, setting down the knife."Ya, I guess I am. Nine weeks seems like a long time." James half-frown looked serious. "I know I'm in good enough shape. I just have this feeling. Like, maybe mentally I'm not ready, or something bad is going to happen."

"No way man, you are one of the toughest people we know," Kyle said surprised.

The four turned and watched as the attractive waitress walked from the kitchen in back through the tables inside with their order. 

"That is what you need James," Jon looked him in the eye and pointed, "some food, some drinks, and some ladies. You are going to kick Basic Training's ass. Then your going to come back here and tell us all the details. Hell, you might even convince us to sign up ourselves. We definitly aren't doing anything worthwhile to this shitty dust-box." 

The waitress set down the food and the bucket of beer. As she set down the shots, Jon quickly looked up at her.

"Wait a second, there's 5 shots and 5 people here, that is, including you Sweety." The waitress smiled an shook her head in disbelief. "Now before you protest, listen here. Our good buddy James is going to Basic Training in 3 days, and we're trying to send him off right." She laughed, but before she could answer, a stocky clean cut man in jeans and a white t-shirt walked over and put his arm around her.

"Everything ok over here Eilene?"

"Yea Teddy, these guys are just seeing off their friend. He's going to basic in 3 days," she said with a knowing smile. "They offered me a shot."

The man laughed heartily. He put his hands on the table and looked at them all. "My girl isn't supposed to drink on the job, see guys?" He talked really quiet and controlled. "How about I take that shot for her?"

"Hell yea, no harm intended boss," Kyle said quickly, trying to diffuse the tension. 

"Here's to your buddy," the man named Teddy said as he raised his glass. "May he watch his ass in basic."

The man slammed his shot and then slammed the glass back onto their table. He walked backed to his group, sat down, a looked over at them one more time. He didn't look back again.

The rest of the night past in a blur. When James wolk up, he put his head in his big hands and tried to piece together the night before. It only came back in fragments. Shots, bars, women, and that man. He vaguely remembered dancing with a some girl his age. And then he went to the bathroom and puked.



Basic Training started with a bang. His hair was shorn, like the rest. He was give a number, and all the recruits had their belongings checked for contraband. Those first days set up the monotony to follow. Up early, followed by calisthenics, chow. He became accustomed to being ridiculed by the Drill Sargeants, to physical pain, and to endless drilling. They marched, and marched. He learned how to use, maintain, and store many types of equipment. He was beginning to like it.

Around week 2, he noticed a new Drill Sargeant in his regimement that looked vaguely familiar. He couldn't quite figure out who he was. The Drill Sargeant, who's badge said "Shearing", seemed to know him too. And it was the constant low-stare he gave James that made him remember that evening. 

"UP!" yelled Sargeant Shearing. The recruits were doing a grass-drill, and were constantly jumping to the ground and back up in different positions. They had been going for nearly 40 minutes, and the Sargeants command meant a brief, and needed, pause. "You are a bunch of fucking faggots! All of you are falling behind my commands!" Shearing walked between the recruits and looked at them as he screamed. "We will be here all night if you can't get this right!"

He ordered the recruits down again and into another endless series of repetitions. Then he walked behind James and stood there for what seemed an eternity. "Having fun yet?"

"Yes sir!" James panted as he spoke. 

"You and your fucking duche-bag friends can kiss my ass." 

He stood behind James the rest of the next 15 minutes. When he ordered the recruits back to the barracks, he kept James.

"Not you, you stay." The recruits left. "This will be fun, and besides, you won't get to eat you little bitch." He ordered James to start the drill again. He kept going, and going, and going. He started becoming delirious. "Alright you're done," said Sargeant Shearing, and he kicked James with in the gut with all his force. As Shearing walked away, James bent over in pain, throwing up, and yelling explicatives at the Sargeant between gasps.

The next two days past without incedent, but James was paranoid, and really regretting signing up in the first place. When it came time to go into the gas chambers, he felt slightly relieved somehow. The regiment filed into the gas chamber one by one wearing masks. After the doors were sealed, they waited for what seemed like an eternity. The recruits jumped up and down and yelled, trying to psyche themselves up. Then, they removed their masks, putting a hand on the shoulder of the person in front of them, and held their masks high above their heads. 

Moments seemed like an eternity. The air was on fire. Everything James tried to keep from coughing was for not. His felt like they were filled with acid. They teared incessantly. The room was filled with the sounds of moaning and gagging. One of the Sargeants yelled that they were almost done, only 15 more seconds. But with each second, James got more and more desperate. He could not breathe.

The recruits were ordered out, and they followed each other blindly throug the doors to fresh air. They stumbled around, or knelt down and heaved. James was trying desperately to open his eyes so he could find somewhere to sit down, but opening is eyes was not an option. His eyes teared and clenched. He stumbled a few feet and came up against someone his size. 

"Having fun yet?" Sargeant Shearing asked. But before James could respond, Shearing punched him square in the nose and knocked him unconscious.



When James awoke he was in the Army hospital. His head felt like a watermelon, and he could barely move. He looked to his side and saw that someone was seated there.

"Private don't move to much. Your nose was broken and your face is all swelled up. You need to rest."

"Sargeant Keany?" James mumbled through his swollen mouth.

"Yep. It's me. I'm real sorry about this, but its a mess I'm going to try and clean up. I reckon you know who did this to you?"

"Yea."

"Look, I don't know what you did to Shearing, if anything, but there was no reason for this. He knows. I threatened him, and he is very apologetic. Shearing is a great Sargeant. Maybe a bit insecure, but he means well all the same. Listen, I want to make you a deal." The older Sargeant sighed. "He could get discharged for this if you speak up. I don't want that. He is real sorry, and I transfered him to another regiment. Here is what I propose: You keep quiet about Shearing and I'll recommend you for honors, and a promotion. Both. On top of that, you can have the next week and and a half off to recuperate, and I promise you graduation. What do you say?"

James felt about his swollen face, and was amazed at its size. "How about I think on it. And for the record, I didn't do anything to Shearing."

"Sounds good. You seem like your going to be quite an asset to us one day." Sargeant Keany stood up to leave. "I mean it."

James sat in his bed the rest of the afternoon trying to think. He wanted to kill Shearing. He imagined smashing his face, and shooting him in the head. That bastard needed a wake up call. Keany's deal did sound good though. Honors. And if he didn't have to deal with Shearing, why create trouble. 

The perk was hospital food. It was much better than the chow served in the barracks. For dinner, Keany sent over a steak. "Nice gesture," James thought. But when the nurse started into the room to take his plate, James hid the steak knife under his legs. 

As night fell, James turned the knife slowly in his hands, feeling the sharpness of the blade grab at his flesh. He was boiling with anger, and his muscles flexed involuntarily beneath his hospital pijamas. As the lights went out in the hospital, he walked past the bathrooms, and slipped out a side door into darkness. 

He had no idea what he was going to do. His anger mixed with fear, and he stalked along the compound towards the officer's barracks like a wild cat. 

When he arrived he stayed perfectly silent, hiding with his back to the far of the farside of the cement building, listening. It was very quiet. With his adrenaline so high, everything seemed amplified. He heard a million crickets, the distant sound of a television, and a water faucet slowly and rhythmically dripping. He turned the corner to enter the hallway noiselessly and wondered how he would find him. 

He slid along the wall another 10 feet and stopped. There, on the second door, was a sign that read, "Sargeant Theodore Shearing." He gave another hesitant look around and walked to the door. He tried the knob ever so slowly. Seconds passed before it was turned a quarter of the way. It was unlocked. He kept turning the metal doorknob at the same agonizing rate until it stopped. He held it there and listened for any sounds. Nothing.

He eased the door open a crack and peered in. Shearing had fallen asleep with a reading lamp on. He was in briefs and an undershirt, and was lying on top of the sheets. James watched him closely as he opened the door enough to slip in. He closed the door behind him with the same silent finess he had used in coming in. He crept over to the bed gingerly, and pulled the knife from his pants pocket. He held the knife close to Shearing's throat. His heart was in his own throat.

He tapped Shearing on the shoulder, and he jerked awake.

"Don't you fucking move or make a sound," James whispered huskily. "You fucked up bad."

Shearing's terror was evident. His breathing was labored. "I'm really sorry, I..."

"Shut the fuck up." James grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. "Get on the floor, on your knees." As Shearing slid off the bed James kept the knife to his throat. He stood over him. "I should kill you. Maybe I will." He thought. Keany knew, and would know. What the hell was he doing? 

He played with the knife against Ted's cheek until he started whimpering. "Listen Teddy, you are going to pretend that you are Eilene now, and your going to suck my cock, and you are going to do it like you love me." 

Ted's cheeks flushed. His breath was even deeper than before, and James could see his back expanding with each intake. His own breathing was labored too. 

"You can start by undoing these pants."

Ted slowly brought his hands up to the string on his pijama pants. He pulled slowly, and the string gave. He pulled the loose fitting blue bottoms down to the knees. James brought his knees closer together and the pants fell to his feet. James' cock was rock hard already and it stared Ted in the face.

"Like you love me."

James felt Ted move his hands up along his cool pale legs. When his hands hit James pubic hair, James inhaled sharpely. He rubbed slowly along his mound, and played with his balls as he lowered his mouth onto James' glistening cock-head. He tasted his juices by swirling his tongue around and bringing it back into his mouth. He tickled his way up his balls and finally grasped both his balls and the base of his penis. He took half of James' thick 8-inches into his hot, wet mouth.

"Shit yea," James quivered still holding the knife. His balls were tightening. His dick was harder than it had ever been. He could feel Ted's bristlely beard growth, and his hot mouth was devouring his cock. Ted moved his fingers to James' taint, and started eating his dick greedily. James looked down. Ted was sucking him almost all the way down, and he was rubbing his own dick violently, even in this squatting position. 

Ted brought his other hand back to James' drenched shaft, and jacked him off for a few pumps. He then went back to sucking his straining cock. James whimpered. Slowly Ted rubbed his spitty fingers around James' asshole. He slipped in a finger, then two, and pushed them in to the big knuckle. He kept them there. Ted pumped his own dick fiercely, and inhaled James' cock in slower, harder, and more deliberate strokes. Both men were moaning.

"Oh shit, yea Ted," James could feel his dick clenching. "Swallow down my load ok? Keep sucking, keep sucking."

"Mmm hmmm," was all Ted said. 

James felt something warm and wet hit his shin, and then he was gone. Everything seemed small, then big, then small again. He felt Ted's wet mouth devouring his cock. In slow motion he dropped the knife and grabbed Ted's hair. He pumped load after load of his salty cum into Ted's eager lips. He could feel his balls slapping Ted's bearded chin. He came so hard it almost hurt. Ted lapped down every drop, and continued sucking for a while after.

"OK Teddy, we're cool for now," James said as he quickly pulled up and fastened his pants. Ted sat down on the bed.

"I'm really sorry again," Ted said looking down at the knife. James looked at the knife too. He opened the door.

"I know you are."



Basic training



Bob had spent five weeks in basic training so far. He was not a military man, but the benefits of short stints in the military were becoming obvious. The training was tough, but the only serious problem was the lack of women. The female soldiers were in the opinion that Bob and his platoon were ugly. That night, the men of his platoon were getting drunk and boasting. Finally, they started to dare one another. Bob found himself agreeing to steal the flag from the commanding officers car. Watched by the rest of his platoon, Bob left and snuck towards the car. He had removed the flag and had it in his hands when he was seen by two military policemen. They shouted at Bob. 

As he ran away, they gave chase. Bob ran as fast as he could. He realised that what he had done was very stupid and if they caught him, his life would be made more miserable.  Bob ran between the buildings and into a section of the camp he did not know well. Suddenly, ahead of him, he saw more policemen and realised that he was trapped. He quickly tried the door of the nearest building.  Finding it open, he shot inside.  It opened into a small hallway. Bob locked the door.  He could hear the police outside searching and moving away.  He was safe. Bob tried to reopen the door, but found that he could not unlock it. Bob realised that he would have to walk through the building. Bob was amazed. In the room were eight beds and eight large women in various states of undress. Bob realised with horror that he was in a female dorm and that he was in serious trouble. 

Bob said, “Oh sorry girls, wrong room. “

A large blonde women said, “What the hell are you doing here this is the female sergeants' dorm.”  

"I took the wrong turn. I will go.” 

A short, plump, dark-haired girl, who was exposing a pair of heavy white breasts said, “Oh yes! The police were after you, true or false?” 

“Yes, I was stealing the C.O.’s flag for a joke and had to run away”. This statement was greeted with laughter.  
The topless women stood up and approached Bob saying, “You are in big trouble. If we complain, you would get six months hard labor for being here." 

Another extremely large blonde girl wearing a black night-dress that showed large expanses of wobbly flesh approached and said, “Yes sexy, you would be in serious trouble. Six months, plus another three at least for the flag. I wonder if you could survive that? Still I am sure we can work out a better punishment for you and one which entertains us as well.” 

The two women grabbed Bob’s arms and pulled him fully into the room. They pushed him onto one of the beds. Bob found his body crushed between the women while his hands were grabbed and placed on the dark haired girl's large breasts. She said, “Here is the deal sexy. In return for our silence, you agree to be gang banged by us tonight,  then serve us either as a group, or individually five times a week until we get bored with you which will take many months. Pick, it's us or prison” 

Bob said, “Please do not report me. I will serve you.”  

The blonde girl said, “Excellent. I am so randy tonight. We will have so much fun making you pleasure us and I am sure you will enjoy our kinky ideas. Well, maybe not all of them.” 

The dark haired girl pushed Bob up and said, “Remember we are sergeants and in this camp we can make your life hell and fix you up to go in the can at any time so do not think you can escape us." 

The blonde girl said " I work in postings and I will keep you here until we have finished with you. Now strip, get your dick hard and erect, and lap dance for us. Tonight you are going to discover what it is like to be gang banged by eight hungry women.”

Bob stood in front of the women and slowly removed his clothes. As he did so, they made lewd comments about his body. They urged him to put some effort into his dancing and to shake his body around. When he was naked, he was forced to play with himself until he became hard. Then he was to dance around waving his dick from side to side and sing “I am a happy love slave, use me, abuse me, I want to make you come”. After five minutes of this, he was told to lap dance for each girl. As he approached the first girl, the topless dark haired girl, she grabbed his dick and as he danced in front of her, she played with his dick and balls as well as smacked his ass. The next girl was the same. For the next twenty minutes, he danced for each women while he was groped and insulted. Bob also noticed that each woman was large, and none of them could be described as pretty. He started to dread having to serve them all, as he was not sure he could manage it. 

When he had finished dancing for the last girl the large blonde girl said, “Okay sexy, time to pleasure us. Remember, you have got eight girls to serve, and do not think that any of us are going to be happy with just a quickie. So keep your spunk in and your dick hard, because if you fail to please we can guarantee that you will wish you had never been born.” 

Another girl said, “Yes, if you find us too sexy, just come a little. But, we are going to use you for many hours. If you fail, your ass is going to get ripped, and your balls twisted off." 

The blonde girl said, “Okay. You start with me so get on my bed pretty boy. Get your head down, and your dick up for some serious pleasing.” 

Bob lay down and the girl kissed him. She said, “My name is Alison. Stroke my boobs, lick me off, and then we will screw.” Bob was pushed down with his hands pulled up her black sexy night-dress to her large breasts. As he found and gently squeezed her nipples, she opened her legs to push his face between them. Her body was seriously overweight, so her large fat thighs soon gripped Bob’s head. He pushed his tongue into her cunt and started to lick her. She was soon excited as she squeezed his head, hard as he continued to lick and stroke her. Bob realised that she was not at all embarrassed about having sex in front of the rest of the women, and that he was probably not the first recruit to suffer being gang banged by them. Alison came with a scream as she flooded his face with juice. Then she pulled him up onto his back. She mounted him as she pushed his hands back on her large breasts, which hung down over Bob. Then she grabbed his dick, rubbed it hard, then quickly pushed it into her large wet pussy. Alison started to ride him hard, slamming her weight into his body with each stroke. Bob lay stunned beneath her as he was used as a living dildo for her pleasure. Eventually, she came with a scream and pulled off Bob.

The women in the next bed said, “My names Rhoda. Come here and get to licking boy toy. I want to come.” 

Bob left Alison, who smacked his ass hard as he left and said, “Not bad. Now please the rest fast, as I will want a second session very soon. That was just a gentle warm up.”  Rhoda was a tall girl with mousy hair and a body, which compared to the others, was very good, being curvy rather than grossly overweight. Bob knelt on the edge of the bed, and applied his mouth to her open pussy. He pussy was wet, nearly hairless and Bob had no difficulty finding her clitoris, licking her to a powerful orgasm. He was then pulled onto the bed.  As Rhoda kissed him, he entered her in the missionary position. They started to make love and Bob was soon excited. He tried to hold back, but was undone by Rhoda orgasm, squeezing his dick with her pussy and exploded into her. His orgasm produced applause from the watching women, but even this humiliation did not stop Bob from enjoying himself.

Bob was given no time to recover. He was pulled by another plump, topless girl onto her bed. She said, “I am Sally. Lick my tits and make me wet.“Bob was forced to start to licking her large breasts. After five minutes, Sally pushed him down her body, pulling him into a 69 position with her on top. Her plump pussy pushed down on Bob’s tongue as he started to please her. Meanwhile, her hands started to rub his dick, which soon became excited under her expert handling.  Luckily for Bob, he was able to bring Sally off quickly, and she turned and mounted him.  As she rode him, Bob massaged her large breasts and tried not to come. He was on the point of losing it when Sally exploded over him, then pulled off him. However, before he could recover, she had his dick in her fist as she rapidly rubbed him to a shuddering orgasm. As he sent cum out over his body, the rest of the women in the room laughed at him. He realised that Sally had done it not to give him pleasure but instead to increase the chances of him failing in the gang bang and suffering punishment. 

His fears were realised when Sally pushed him on to the next bed. It was occupied by a short, seriously overweight woman with very short, black hair, spots and a pear shaped body. She said her name was Tina. As her fat hands roughly rubbed his sore penis, she drove her  tongue into his mouth. When he was hard, Tina pulled him on top of herself and engulfed his dick in her large pussy. Bob was forced to move in and out of her as she kissed him. He found it difficult to stay hard. To his horror he heard Sally say “Lets make him look pretty." Sally approached the couple with some flowers in her hand, and to Bob’s horror, she pushed the stems of the flowers up his ass saying "This will look good going up and down.” Bob then found himself on top of Tina, being used for her pleasure while the other women in the room laughed at him. The humiliation of the situation nearly caused him to lose his erection, it was only by thinking of being elsewhere that he was able to stay hard to finally please Tina.

Bob was pushed towards the next bed in which was a tall scrawny girl with no breasts and a long hard face surrounded by lank blonde hair. When he got to her, she pulled the flowers out of his sore ass and said, "Name's Nancy.  Lick my pussy you sad little tosser." With that comment, she opened her skinny legs and exposed her pussy. Bob knelt and applied his tongue to her cunt. It smelled stale and unclean. The smell made him nearly choke. However, after several minutes, he had managed to clean it enough to give Nancy a powerful orgasm. Nancy pulled him on top of her,  pushed his semi hard dick into her pussy, then she latched her mouth onto his. Her bad breath disgusted Bob, and again he had to struggle not to choke. Then he felt her hard cunt squeezing his dick and had to think himself hard in order to be able to please her.  After several minutes, she came. 

Bob expected to be passed to the next girl, however, Nancy said, " Keep going. I want to feel you spurt a load of hot spunk up me." Bob was horrified, as he was sure he could not manage to come again. However, as Nancy urged him on, he realised that he must. After another ten minutes, during which Nancy came again, he managed to get excited and came with a moan into her. Nancy pulled him out of her saying, " Now lick me clean crap head, and make certain all your dirty spunk goes right down your sissy throat. " As the other girls laughed, Bob applied his mouth to Nancy's cunt and started to lick. The taste of his cum and her wet pussy nearly made him vomit, but he struggled on, sucking on her pussy until he had given her another orgasm. 

Nancy pushed his shocked body into the sixth bed. A ginger haired, large girl occupied it with a heavy pair of breasts and a pleasant round face. She was wearing a T-shirt with the name Sharon on it. She pulled Bob on to the bed, started to French kiss and pet him. She tasted fresh. When Bob's face was pushed into her pussy, it also tasted fresh and womanly. As Bob licked her large, wet pussy, her hands were busy on his dick. When she came from his licking, she pulled him up  onto his back. He was hard and ready to serve her. As she mounted him, she pulled her T-shirt off to placed his hands on her large breasts. As she moved up and down on him, he massaged her breasts and quickly gave her a powerful orgasm. As she pulled off him, Bob wished that all the women would be as nice and easy as her. However, as he looked around the room he saw that the other girls were watching and leering at his suffering. He realised that he could expect no mercy from them.  

The next woman made even Tina seem attractive. She had a square, spotty face, short, dark hair and her naked body was covered in rolls of fat with a heavy pair of flabby breasts hanging down. Her large hands pulled Bob onto his back,. and he was horrified to realise that this monster wanted to ride him. She mounted him and pushed his dick, which was still hard from his pleasant session with Sharon. She said, " My name is Pam.  You, sex slave, are going to spend many an exhausting evening serving under me. Lets get rocking my sexy little dildo." With that comment, she started to roughly ride the tired boy. Bob stared at her ugly lust-filled face and hoped that she would not require him too often, but then, who else would allow such a giant of a woman on top, apart from a man whom had no choice. 

Pam came with a gurgle and with a hard slam into him,  said, " Oh yes baby. You are going to spend many an exhausting hour under me, even when the rest have finished with you. I will still demand pleasing my cute dildo. Now give me a second." And again she started to ride him her body smashing into Bob's. It took a long time, but finally, Pam came for the second time and Bob was free of her embrace. 

The last woman was a large muscular blonde girl with massive breasts and very short, mannish blonde hair. She was a drill Sargent, and she had worked with Bob's platoon. He knew her name was Carla, and she had a reputation for toughness. Bob was surprised when she gently started to kiss him and placed his hands on her nipples. After five minutes of stimulation, she opened her legs and pushed Bob down into a 69. As Bob licked her hard pussy, he felt her lips gently start to lick his dick.  Bob would have come if the other women had not already drained him, but even so, he found her expert licking highly pleasing. It took her some time to come from his tongue. When she had, she pulled him around onto his back. She mounted him, leaning back, and started to ride him. Bob had been close to orgasm before, and the feel of her tight pussy riding up and down his dick took him to the edge of pleasure. After ten minutes, Carla started to moan and twist on top of him as she approached orgasm. Bob was close himself, and as she started to scream, and cum, he exploded also screaming into her and passed out.   

Bob awoke with a scream as he felt an agonising pain in his ass. Something large and hard was being pushed in and out of him. He realised that he was tied face down, over a chair, and when he looked around, he saw that Sally was standing close to his backside and rotating her hips against his buttocks. Bob shuddered, as he was aware that she must be raping his ass with a strap-on. With horror, he saw that half a dozen of the women were watching, and that Nancy was strapping on a large double-headed dildo to her pussy. Nancy saw him looking at her and said, " The sleepy little slut awakes. We are going to give your dick a rest and show you what a good hard fucking feels like." 

Bob heard Sally say, " Yes, this is what it feels like when a girl is loved by a giant. Now, I want you to show me how much you enjoy it. Girls fake it when we pick up weeds like you, so we want you to fake a powerful orgasm and tell me that I am great or I will crush your cute little balls. Start now!" Bob was forced to moan with pretend delight and wiggle his violated ass against Sally and say how happy he was inside. However, he felt humiliated and his ass was in agony. After five minutes, Sally rotated the dildo hard in his ass and came with a deep groan. 


As Sally pulled out of him, Nancy moved and stood behind him. One of her hands grabbed his hair while the other seized his balls. Then, as the frightened boy could not move, she pushed the large dildo up his ass. The other women laughed as Bob moaned with agony as the hard object penetrated his ass.  Bob was horrified to see that Sally had removed a thick, long strap-on from her body and was handing it to Alison. Then, as Nancy rotated it in and out of him, the naked Tina approached him, her large hairy pussy filling his vision. Nancy pushed his head down and he was forced to start licking Tina's wet cunt. As he licked the large cunt in front of him, he could feel his anus being stretched by Nancy as she drove the strap on in and out. After five minutes of agonising work, Bob managed to give Tina a moaning orgasm, just as he felt Nancy come on her end of the dildo. Then as Nancy withdrew, he saw Alison line his ass up for raping and felt the pain of the other dildo driving into him. As he twisted in agony, he saw Rhoda's lovely pussy in front of him and was forced to please her with his tongue.  Rhoda came quickly, her hairless pussy replaced by Sally's plump cunt. Bob brought her off before Alison groaned, and had a rigid orgasm on the dildo. 

Bob was pleased to hear Alison say, " no one else wants to use his ass. Okay, lets get him dirty and clean." The girls untied Bob, and dragged him next door into a small washroom. They flung him on the shower floor as the frightened boy lay hoping that the pain in his anus was temporary and that he had not been permanently damaged by his ordeal. 

Pam then entered the shower, and stood over Bob saying, " Open wide. This is to show you what a piss head you are for entering our domain. Drink it all down, or what's happened to your ass will seem easy compared to what I will do to make it suffer." With that, she squatted over the worried boy and emitted strong stream of piss right into his face. As Bob kept his mouth shut, the horrid liquid ran off him. He felt someone grab and squeeze his balls. He opened his mouth to scream as the foul liquid poured in making him choke. When Pam had finished, he looked down and saw that Alison had his balls firmly in her hands. He was unable to move or resist when Rhoda squatted over his mouth, and started to piss into it. If he tried to close his mouth, Alison squeezed his balls hard until he opened it. Nancy, Carla, Sally and Tina each pissed in his mouth, and the disgusted boy was forced to swallow the foul liquid. Bob felt he was in hell. His mouth violated with piss his ass in agony and his balls throbbing with pain, as his sore dick lay defeated. When the last girl had finished Bob started to vomit and his face was pulled over a toilet. As he threw up the contents of his stomach, and he was finishing, his balls were violently twisted and he agonisingly threw up the last dregs from his stomach. 

He heard Alison say, " Might as well check to make sure that he has gotten rid of the lot. Have you noticed that every time we piss on a guy this way, he is sick, weak or whatever?" 

Pam said, " I am sure we can train this one to keep it down and solids as well!" Tina said, " The toy's bath is ready, bring him over. "

Bob was pulled towards a bath full of water, then pushed in and under the water. He surfaced with a scream, as the water was freezing cold. Even worse was when he saw that Nancy was holding a long brush in her hand. The brush was one usually used to clean hard stains of the toilets and was covered in tough bristles. Nancy said, " Hold him tight." And four of the women grabbed his arms and legs. However, he stopped struggling when he felt Alison's hands on his balls. Nancy then started to scrub his sensitive skin with the hard brush, and Bob moaned with pain. When she had done his body she said, " Turn him over." Nancy applied the brush to his ass. Bob screamed as the brush was pushed up him, and Nancy rotated the harsh bristles inside his sore anus. 

Bob believed that it could not get worse when he was turned over, and Alison said, " Give it here, let me give his dick and balls a good hard scrub." As Alison applied the brush to his balls and dick, Bob screamed with pain. 




Basic training



Alison vigorously scrubbed his privates for some time, then to Bob's horror he heard Pam say " My turn now. " and the brush was handed to her. After Pam had abused him, five more of the girls had a go at him with the brush. But, by then, Bob was virtually insane with the pain and humiliation. The women pulled the semiconscious boy out. When they had roughly dried him off, they pulled him back into the bedroom. 

Bob was flung on to Alison's bed, only to realize that he was going to have to serve the women again. Alison lay down next to him, grabbed his sore, scratched, soft dick she said, " Pathetic. We all want seconds now and your dick is not ready. Still, I am a sympathetic girl and we will 69." Alison mounted him and pushed her large wet pussy into his face. He started to lick her cunt as he felt her lean forward, the weight of her heavy breasts on his stomach, and take his sore soft dick into her mouth. For the next ten minutes, they pleased each other until Alison had come and Bob was erect. He expected Alison to mount him, but instead, he was pushed into Rhoda's bed. She quickly mounted him and started to expertly ride him, the muscles in her pussy tightening on his sore dick. As the expert lover rode him, Bob was amazed to become highly excited but before he could come, Rhoda exploded over him and bit him hard on the neck.

Bob was pushed towards Sally's bed. She was sitting at the edge of the bed, closely watching as the other women had used him. He was made to kneel before her, and lick her feet, legs and finally her plump pussy, his hands being pulled up to massage her large, erect nipples. Eventually, Sally came with a low moan and pulled him onto the bed onto his back. She mounted him, and started to ride his sore, but still erect, dick. For twenty minutes she used him to orgasm twice. Bob was excited, but he was too drained, pained and humiliated to manage another orgasm. When Sally had finished with him and threw him out, he noticed that some of the women had gone to bed and hoped that his ordeal would soon be over at least for tonight. 

Tina was very much awake and pulled Bob on top of herself saying, " Finally, another chance to use your sexy, cute dick. I want to lie here while you use your dick to make gentle love to me. I want nice, long, slow strokes go a bit quicker when I am close to orgasm. Your hands can stroke my boobs and put your head near mine in case I want to kiss you. Start now, I will tell you when to stop." Bob mounted her, slipped his dick into her tunnel like pussy, and did as she requested. For twenty minutes, he gently screwed her, his hands stroking her fat nipples as she lay eyes closed occasionally French kissing him.  

She came three times, and Bob himself was close, when she pulled him out and said, " That was great. I am going to use you like that hundreds of times my sexy little living dildo now go and please the rest I want some sleep. Tomorrow I have to adjust your records to make certain you can never escape us." With those extremely ominous words she pushed him towards Nancy.

Nancy was awake and angry she said, " I have been waiting ages for you. Now lie back and you had better stay hard you useless tosser." With that, she mounted him, engulfin his penis in her hard, rough pussy. She grabbed his arms and pulled them above his head as she leaned forward to force her tongue into his mouth. Her bad breath choked Bob, and the roughness of the way he was being used deflated him. He just managed to stay hard, and in the next ten minutes, Nancy rode him and gave herself three powerful orgasms on the exhausted boy. 

As he approached Sharon's bed, he saw she was awake. She said, " Hello baby, come under the blankets and gently lick me to a nice sleepy orgasm." Bob entered her bed and went under the blankets. It was the first time he had been permitted any privacy by the women. In the musky dark, his tongue found her clitoris as he licked her to a fast orgasm.  

She pulled him onto her and said, " I have changed my mind I need your dick now." Bob entered her cute pussy as she rotated and pushed her hips under him. Before his dick could come, Sharon had a powerful orgasm and passed out under him. 

Bob looked around and saw that Pam was staring at him. She said, " You pleased her well sex toy. Now come here and do me, or its ass ripping time again." Bob gently pulled out of the sleeping girl and covered her with a blanket before approaching the bed of Pam.

Pam was sitting on the bed, her massive ugly body exposed to Bob's disgusted gaze. She said, " Carla's asleep, so I am the last. Lie down, I am going to have a long hard ride on you." She pulled Bob onto the bed and engulfed his sore but still excited dick. For the next thirty minutes, Bob suffered under her massive weight as she used him as a living dildo, having many orgasms. Her rough kisses and brutal riding caused Bob pain that was increased when her hands roamed his body, twisting and squeezing his nipples and her fingers invading his sore anus. He managed to stay hard as he was terrified what she would do if he did not. 

Finally, she was satisfied and pulled herself off of Bob. Only Bob, Pam, Alison and Sally were awake. The girls grabbed Bob and pulled him from the room and back into the washroom. Sally said, " The last lap for tonight boy toy. You can have tomorrow evening off, but then it is the weekend, and we want you here by 6 pm. We are going to use you all night. It will be far worse, as some of us will go out to get well hammered before returning to give you an incredibly hard, kinky session. You have only scraped the surface of how depraved we can be to our love toys!" 

"Yes Dildo face" Said Alison "We can be far crueller than we have been tonight. But to finish, we want another love dance. But this time, we want you to use this vibrator on yourself and masturbate. " With that comment, she handed him a long silver vibrator which buzzed in Bob's hand. Bob started to dance half-heartedly in front of the women. 

Sally picked up a broom and whacked him across the ass saying, " No, smile, pretend that this is the highlight of your life!" Bob pretended to smile, and vigorously danced while playing with his dick. 

Then, he gritted his teeth as he pushed the vibrator up his sore anus and continued dancing. Pam said, " Change of plans, kneel and lick us, but keep the vibrator in your ass and your hand on your dick." Bob knelt and licked Pam's large cunt, then he satisfied Alison and finally Sally.

Sally pushed him onto his back, mounted him and started to roughly ride him. As she did so, Alison's fat cunt descended onto his tongue and he was forced to lick her. His hands were grabbed by Pam, and used to rub her breasts. For ten minutes, the girls abused him. Sally came with a loud moan, and pulled off him. To his horror, he was mounted by Pam while she and Alison used him. After five minutes, Alison came on his face, and Pam again on his sore dick. The women got off him and Alison said, " Okay, now masturbate and come." Bob knelt in front of the smiling women, manipulated his sore penis with the vibrator, still buzzing in his ass, until after several minutes he was able to have an extremely unsatisfying orgasm in front of the jeering women. Then, the three women pulled him up, kissed and groped his shattered body. 

Pam removed the vibrator, saying " On Friday, you can wear this all night sexy. " then he was handed his uniform and pushed out of the door. Sally's final comment was " Remember, Friday 6pm and do not think of running away. The women sergeants know everything that goes on here and you cannot escape your agreement to serve us five times a week. "

Bob dressed and slunk back to his barracks. He realised that he had no escape and was terrified to think what demands would be made on him in the future. All of this because of a stupid stunt to take a small flag....if only he had known.

The End. 

Edited by Tracy



Basic Training



Well, the date was a flop. Nothing had gone right. I didn't even get a goodnight kiss, just a little peck on the cheek. Thinking back on it, it's probably just as well since I didn't know much about kissing. In fact, I didn't know much about anything except science and math. I had been counting on Naomi to lead me down the path, but she seemed just as mystified as I was. Naomi was a good friend and had been for the last six years. We were classmates and study buddies. We were due to graduate high school in two weeks. I had thought this would be the perfect time to get to know each other a lot better.

Naomi was in all my classes. I was a math/science major and took college level classes. She did too, which was unusual for a girl in North Dakota. We had both been accepted at Cal Poly in San Luis Obispo, California because of our outstanding academic achievements.

Naomi was pretty. Not cheerleader or movie star pretty, but pretty nonetheless. She had nice feminine curves. Not the kind that you see in Playboy, but nice, nonetheless. She was smart and friendly and I liked her a lot. She had straight brown hair, grey eyes and she stood five foot three. I wanted to get to know her as a girlfriend, but I didn't have much of a clue as to how to get started. 

Since my family owned a farm where I worked every day after school and since I had been studying hard at classes that were mostly devoid of females, I never got to know any of them except Naomi.

I called her the day after the flop expecting to be ridiculed and turned down. 

"Hi Naomi," I mumbled.

"Jeff? I'm so happy you called. I was just about to call you," she answered.

"After last night, I didn't think you would want to talk to me again."

"Don't be silly! I had a great time. Would you like to take me out again this weekend?"

"Of course! That's what I was calling about," I lied. "Let's go to another movie."

"Okay, but this time, let's sit in the back row."

My heart did a triple gainer. I knew this was a good sign. Living on a farm, I knew all about sex as it pertained to animals, but I didn't know a thing about people. I had heard that it was a lot better than jacking off, but nobody bothered to tell me how it was different. I was totally ignorant.

Friday evening, I went to Naomi's house to make plans for the weekend. I had only been on that one date. Here I was, eighteen years old with no idea about the opposite sex.

"So Naomi, where do we want to start this weekend?" I asked as we settled onto her sofa.

"I thought we might go to dinner and then a movie. We could just let the evening flow along from there."

She looked so damned beautiful sitting there with her legs folded up. I knew that I had to press the action a little.

"Where are your parents?" I inquired.

"Oh, they went into town."

"Aren't they worried about you?"

"No, I asked them about that and they said that since I'm eighteen now and since they trust you, they wouldn't worry."

She unfolded her legs and scooted over next to me. I put my arm around her shoulders and looked down at her. Did I mention that I'm six foot four? She kind of snuggled up to me. Then she looked up at me and drew my head down to her lips. They were soft and warm and I didn't want to ever stop. Finally she broke the kiss and sat back looking at me.

"I thought you had some experience at this," she said. "I was counting on you to teach me."

I owned up. "I don't have any experience with any girls except you. I was kind of counting on you to teach me."

She giggled and said, "Aren't we the pair? Neither one of us knows what we're doing."

"Why don't we compare notes on what we do know? Maybe we'll learn enough to get started," I suggested.

"Okay, what do you know about girls?"

"Nothing, really. I have always considered girls to be sort of ethereal and mysterious. They move a lot more smoothly than men do. I can't believe that they go to the bathroom. They're not as strong as men. They are smart. I guess that's about it."

"No, I mean what do you know about them sexually?"

I turned beet red. "I've never thought about them sexually. I don't know anything except what I've learned in school about body parts and cyclic functions."

"No, no! You still don't get it. What about they way they feel and the emotions that boys generate in them?"

"I haven't given that much thought. I know I really liked it when you kissed me. It made me warm. I want to do it again."

"So do I. Let's do it again and then I'll tell you all I know about boys."

I rolled toward her and wrapped both my arms around her. Once again our lips met. I could feel her licking my lips. It felt good, so I licked her lips. Our tongues met. She sucked mine into her mouth and rubbed it with hers. God! What a sensation! I was holding her so tight I thought I might break her. I broke the kiss and sat there huffing and puffing.

"What happened?" I whispered.

"One of my girlfriends told how to do that. It's the first time I tried it. Do you want to do it again?"

"Hell, yes!"

This time I had my arms around her and I pulled her over on top of me. She felt so good there in my arms with our tongues lashing each other. I felt my cock start to rise. She was rubbing against it. I closed my eyes and squeezed her.

"Jeff, you're squashing me," she gasped.

"I'm sorry; I guess I just got carried away."

"That's okay. It felt really nice until you squished me. I guess that's something we'll have to learn too."

She rolled over onto the sofa. "Okay, I'll tell you what I know about boys. Remember that until you kissed me, no one had ever kissed me before. All I know is what my girlfriends tell me. I know that boys will do almost anything to get your panties off. Mama told me not to let 'em. I know they'll try to feel me up. Most of them will tell big lies to get what they want. Mama told me when I find the right one, I'll know and then I can give it up."

I pondered her statements. "Well, I've heard that we're supposed to feel you girls up, but I don't know what parts to feel. It all looks good to me. I know the part about getting your panties off and I know that what follows is supposed to feel really good, but I'm not sure how to go about it. I've had urges to feel you, but I'm basically chicken. I figured you might slap the shit out of me."

She smiled shyly at me. "I've been waiting for you to feel me up. I'm not going to slap you. You are a good honest man. I know you're not here just to get into my panties."

She grabbed my hands and placed them on her breasts. I didn't know quite what to do so I squeezed them gently. She moaned. I kissed her again and continued to rub her breasts.

She suddenly slipped off her blouse and bra. I was astounded. These were my first real titties!

"Kiss them and suck on the nipples," she ordered.

I kissed her breasts and sucked a nipple into my mouth. I was having a great time. I switched to the other nipple. She was moaning and starting to sway gently on the sofa. I heard a car coming up the gravel driveway.

She jumped up and put on her bra and blouse just as the front door opened. She sat back down beside me. "Hi mama, hi daddy," she said in a normal tone. How did she do that?

"Pick me up at five o'clock tomorrow," she smiled as I left the house.

Clearly, there was a lot to learn about the female of the species. I was astounded at how much I didn't know about them. They had always just sort of been there in the background. Now it appeared that one of them was stepping from the background and standing directly in front of me.

"Dad, can you tell me all about women?" I asked after dinner.

"Nope. Nobody can. There is not a man on this earth who knows all about women. Some fools claim they know, but they are just as much in the dark as the rest of us. Don't try to figure them out, son, just accept them as enigmas and let it go at that."

"But what about mom? You know all about mom don't you?"

"Nope. We've been married for twenty five years and she still does strange things that I don't understand. Believe me, boy, you'll be a lot happier if you just accept them and don't try to figure them out."

I wasn't satisfied with the answer I got from my dad, but experience in the years hence has shown him to be one hundred per cent correct. I went to bed thinking about Naomi and how suddenly she had turned into the aggressor. I was also thinking about her nipples and how good they tasted. I wondered if she would let me taste them again. My dick was hard. I went to sleep.

I drove to Naomi's house arriving precisely at five o'clock. Her mother opened the door for me.

"Come in and sit down. Naomi will be ready in just a minute."

I sat on the same sofa where I had sucked Naomi's nipples. I felt warm and happy. I was still feeling warm and happy when she appeared thirty minutes later. She said not a word about being late. She was never late for class. I surmised that she had a different work ethic for dates.

I took her to Enrico's, a Mexican joint, where we enjoyed a five course meal. When the meal was over, I leaned across the tabled and kissed her lightly on the lips.

I held her hand as we entered the theater. She led me to a balcony seat way up in the back.

"We can barely see the movies from here," I complained.

"Yeah, great isn't it?"

I felt like shark bait. We sat down with our drinks and popcorn. I put my arm around her. The lights went down. I could feel her hand on my thigh edging upward toward my hardening cock. She found my stiff member and grasped it. My free hand was at her breast gently kneading it. She hadn't worn a bra, so I assumed she wanted to be squeezed. I leaned over and kissed her as her hand tightened on my cock.

"Feel my panties," she said.

I ran my hand in between her legs and came to her soft cotton panties. They were damp.

"Rub my pussy," she sighed.

I gently rubbed her folds, feeling them as I went. She was soft and damp. She squirmed in the seat and moaned softly into me ear. Her hand was sliding up and down my cock.

"Jeff, let's go to the lake," she whispered.

The movie wasn't half over, but we got up and left the theater. She slid over next to me in the car and wrapped her fingers around my cock again. I knew the exact spot on the lake she wanted to go to. My family owned some farmland on the lake shore. I opened the locked gate and drove in. Once we were over the hill, nobody could see us from the road.

"Here we are." I announced.

She wasn't interested. "Is it always this hard?" She gave my cock a little tug.

"Lately it's only hard when I'm around you," I replied.

"That's so sweet! Can I see it?"

I got out of the car and dropped my pants. She hooked her fingers under the band on my boxers and slowly skinned them from me. My cock flopped out and smacked against my belly.

"That's so cool! Can I touch it?"

"Sure, go ahead," I said unsure about where this was going.

"Ooo, it's soft and hard at the same time. I like it!"

She leaned over and kissed it. Then she put it back in my boxers and pulled my pants up. She held her dress up and pulled her panties off. "Look!" she grinned.

Her pussy was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. "Can I touch it?"

"Just don't put your fingers in me."

I held her pussy in my hand and squeezed it. I felt her twitch. I rubbed her gently, not knowing how much she could take. My fingers were wet. I raised them to my nose and got my first whiff of pussy juice. I smelled so good; I just had to taste it. I licked my fingers as she pulled her panties on and dropped her dress.

She was smiling broadly. "Mama said you would taste it."

"What? You told your mother about this?"

"Actually, she told me. I never would have dreamed this up. It's fun, isn't it? I really liked your cock."

"I think you've got the most beautiful pussy in the world," I stated.

She giggled and blushed. "I think we better go home before we get carried away."

We got in the car. "Where do you want to go?" I asked.

"We better go home and cool off. Could we have a picnic next Saturday at the lake?"

"Of course. I'll pick you up about ten. Bring a swim suit."

"Why? Don't you skinny dip?" she giggled.

"Sounds good to me. No swim suits. I can't wait."

I pulled into her driveway and we went to the porch. She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me hard while rubbing her body against my still throbbing cock.

"Saturday, sweetheart," I said as I got into my car.

Saturday at ten o'clock sharp, I knocked on her door. Her mother let me in. "Have a seat Jeff. I'll tell her you're here." She giggled and went upstairs.

Naomi's father came into the living room. "So you like my daughter, eh?"

"Yes sir. I like her a lot."

"You're not going to hurt her are you? I don't want any playboys around here."

"Actually, sir, your daughter is the only girl I've ever dated. If things keep going the way they are, she may be my first and last. I just am not sure yet."

"I like honesty in a young man. I'm sure that whatever you do will be fine with us."

Did I hear him right? Had he just given me permission to make love to Naomi? Naomi came down the stairs in a bright yellow sundress. She was a knockout. How would I ever be able to keep my hands off her? Her father looked at me, nodded and smiled.

We picked up the picnic basket and headed for the car. When we got in, she wrapped her arms around me and kissed me hotly. Wow!

I drove to the lake, past the spot where we had felt each other up and on into a little grove of trees. We spread the blanket on the ground and got out the basket and a cooler. She sat on the blanket. "Come here," she commanded.

I sat down beside her and held her into my arms. She returned my embrace with an intensity I had not yet witnessed. We lay down. I kissed her, a long wet, tongue-filled kiss that left us both panting.

"How do you feel about me, Jeff?" she asked.

"I'm not sure, but I think I'm falling in love with you."

I saw a tear in the corner of her eye. "I was hoping you would say something like that. I've been in love with you for five years. Why else would I take all those math classes? I love you Jeff."

My heart was pounding. I was sweating. My vision was blurred. I couldn't speak. Suddenly my future was clear. In it were Naomi and a flock of little Jeffs and Naomis. 

"My mom knew right away that you were in love with me. She told daddy. I thought he would have a fit, but all he said was, 'It's about time.' What do we do now?"

"I have to buy you a ring. I have to tell my folks. I want you so bad I'm about to have a heart attack."

"Wait until I get you insured," she giggled as she shucked her dress. She was nude underneath. "Let's go skinny dipping," she laughed.

I got out of my clothes and followed her to the lake. By the time I got there she was waist deep in the water. When my butt hit the water, my cock performed that classical maneuver known as 'turtling'. I swam over to her and for the first time held her nude body in my arms. She reached between us and pulled on my cock which sprang to life. I picked her up and kissed her, our tongues intertwining. 

"When we get back to the blanket, we should make love," she whispered.

"Good idea. You lead the way."

Fifteen more minutes of the cold lake water was all she could take. She burst out of the water and scampered through the grove to our blanket. I came out of the trees just as she got dry. She flipped the towel to me. I dried off and lay down beside her. I could smell the fragrance of her excited pussy. My cock had completely recovered.

"I think I get to lick your pussy first," I said.

"Okay Jeff."

I parted her legs and once again worshipped at the temple of Naomi. I kissed the insides of her thighs. I didn't really know what I was doing, but she tasted great, so I pressed on. When my lips touched her pussy, her hips bucked off the blanket. I lapped up the delectable juices that were leaking from her. My tongue ripped a path all the way to her clit. I looked at the little hooded bud and licked it too. She groaned loudly and gripped my head, pulling me into her. I sucked the hard little bud into my mouth as far as I could and tongued it.

"Let's do it now Jeff. I can't take any more. Come on. Fuck me."

I had never heard her use that word before. It sounded urgent and sexy. I lay on top of her. Her hands wrapped around my manhood, pulling it toward her center. She rubbed the end of it in her pussy juice and placed it at her entrance. "Come on Jeff, do it!" she moaned.

I pressed forward and felt her pussy lips on my cock. She wrapped her legs around my butt and jerked me forward. I slipped into her well lubricated cunt. I felt her cherry pop as I slid on in.

She sobbed. I stopped. "It's okay. It just hurt a little when you popped me. Don't stop. I'm not gonna die."

I thrust deeper into her. I found that I couldn't stop thrusting in and out. Her hips were returning my thrusts. I had never felt anything this wonderful in my life. Soon I was stroking full length into and out of her. She was wriggling and moaning.

"Oh, yes Jeff, Harder, faster, faster, ooohhhh I'm gonna cum!"

She was twitching uncontrollably. I felt her juice slosh around my dick as I drove into her. Suddenly she went limp. I thought I had killed her. Then I felt her wiggle a little as she came to. "Do it some more Jeff! Please fuck me some more!"

I resumed my stroking. It wasn't long until I felt my own orgasm building in me. "I'm gonna cum," I grunted.

"Do it in me. Let's start a family now!"

I couldn't have pulled out of her anyway. I was locked into the full 'breed' position. I slammed as far into her as I could and shot wad after wad into her. "Leave it in! Don't pull it out. It feels so good and warm and gooey!"

We spent the rest of the day swimming and fucking and fucking and swimming. 

As it turned out, I did impregnate her that day. We were married that summer and went to college together on the west coast. We both graduated with engineering degrees. It was harder for her because she was pregnant most of the time. By the time I got a good job, we had three kids. Every now and then I reminisce about those days of basic training with my darling Naomi and smile at my good fortune.



Basic Training Bitch



Back in 1966, during the Vietnam War, my college deferment missed the deadline, and I got a draft notice. Damn!

I went through the processing center in Salt Lake City and got stamped as "Acceptable." They gave me a date to show up at the bus station for the ride to a new life as a soldier. Damn!

When I learned the basic training fort was near the ocean, and since I had a couple of weeks before Basic Training began, I told them I would travel to the camp by myself to spend a few vacation days at the beach before reporting in. And trying to decide if I wanted to make a run for the Canadian border.

I got a room in a motel in the town near the fort and spent my last few days as a civilian swimming and sunning myself on the sand. Getting drunk in the bars at night. Never could quite bring myself to slink off to Canada, but I added a few brands to my collection. Branding is my hobby.

The first Saturday at the beach, I lay back watching all the skin when I noticed a great, big guy walk by and spread out a towel nearby. I figured he was 10 or 15 years older, and was he ever an ugly fucker! Physically he was gigantic, muscular, very masculine -- a man's man. He stood about 6'4" and I guessed a good 200 pounds. 

But his face. Ugly face. Ugly face! A pug nose like it had been broken or something. Bushy brown eyebrows on thick brows; massive, square jaw. Thick lips. Brutish forehead. His brown hair was cut very short, like a trucker or some wife-beater redneck type. He looked like a cave man with a crewcut. 

He was built like a brick shithouse -- awesome, broad shoulders. A big chest with jutting pecs like overhanging cliffs. Big aureoles maybe three inches across, and his nipples stuck out like little fingertips. Not an ounce of fat. A hard belly with a six-pack of defined muscle. He wore a blue boxer-type swimming suit. 

What a stud. The longer I watched him, the more I decided to make a play for him. Get myself another brand. 

Maybe a little more about myself here would explain the situation a little better:

I stand 6'6", and I've always been big. I was a big kid, and working on my father's ranch all my life, I got even bigger. And I was pretty strong.

In school I got into football and wrestling and joined a kung-fu dojo. I got good at it -- black belt by the age of 16. Ever since I was a tiny child, I got my own way with other kids, and long before I got to high school, I figured I deserved it.

About that time I discovered I liked boys better than girls. For one thing, boys were easier to control: a boy could hit, wrestle, fight, and horseplay with another boy -- not socially forbidden, actually encouraged! -- so I did. And one thing always led to another. 

I loved to overpower the other guy to the point I could pull down his pants and jam my hard pecker up his tight, panicked asshole. The screams and crying added to my pleasure: total conquest.

After plugging a few guys, I discovered something interesting: when I forced my way into a guy's ass, I could go two ways -- (1) the usual, lunge, pound, and cum, leaving him crying and collapsed in complete defeat, or (2) fuck him slowly -- break him in gently, and that took a little experience to learn. 

A #1 fuck usually meant the kid would go the other way whenever he saw me coming. But those I gave the #2 astonished me by letting me do them again whenever I wanted.

One other thing: I was the big guy, the king, biggest guy in the school, even bigger than the teachers. And I liked other big guys. 

To fuck a little guy wasn't fair. Too easy. No challenge. No sense of conquest. 

I always went after the biggest guys I saw. I "specialized" in breaking the big ones. The maximum buzz was to subdue a big linebacker, to feel him fighting it but finally giving in to my cock sliding in and out of his ass. 

My favorite part was to feel him snap, to feel him relax, maybe even to lunge back at me with his hips. He was mine when he gave in to the pleasure. Surrendered to me.

After a #2, the guy would always be available. Never turn me down. Drop his pants for me any time I could get him alone. Almost a dozen of the biggest guys in my high school would meet me anytime to feel my cock stretching their asses. 

I even had a coach in my harem: Coach McIngim made the mistake of walking into the showers to wash up late one afternoon while I was the only one there. I decided I liked the look of him -- brick-shaped torso, chest and belly covered with coarse blond hair, nice cock, big, chiseled cockhead.

About the time he said hello, I grabbed him and threw him off-balance. To cut a long story short, I overpowered him in the showers, even though he outweighed me, and before he knew it, I had him pinned against the wall, kicking his legs apart with my knees, and working my cock into his ass-crack.

I had learned the technique: the first time, go slow, very slow. It hurts, so the longer I take, the more he can stand it -- and if I get him to enjoy it, he's mine.

Coach McIngim was easy. He struggled and fought, cussing me and threatening to call the cops, but as he leaned against the shower room wall, breathing hard, his arms pinned by mine and his legs spread apart, my hip motions wiped my cockhead up and down his ass-crack, searching, hunting, nudging until I felt something give way. 

Poor Coach McIngim, we had only the shower water and some soapsuds for lube. He fought, trying to wrench away his hips, but I was young and horny, and I was stronger. 

I kept myself clamped onto him, pressing my cockhead against his asshole until he screamed, and I forced it open. He was damned tight, but gradually I wriggled my cockhead inside him.

Again, to cut a long story short, slowly, inch by inch, I sank my cock into him to the balls then slowly withdrew it -- and just as slowly sank it in again.

It always works. If you can keep the first-time agony from overcoming him and turning the rape into a 100% turn-off, his guts will adjust and stretch, and sooner or later, he will give in to the pleasure -- and the rape becomes a gimme. When they surrender, they always say the same thing: "Oh, God!"

Coach McIngim snapped. "Oh, God!" I knew his asshole was delivering pleasure instead of pain, and after that he broke quickly. Soon I felt him go into an orgasm, and when he climaxed, his cock actually spouted coach-sperm chest-high against the shower room wall. 

"Now you're mine, Coachie," I murmured behind his ear. "You just cummed from my cock in your ass."

He was breathing hard, his heart thumping. "Yeah," he gasped, "oh, yeah!"

Then he gave in completely. Still leaning against the wet wall, he bent over and spread his legs wider, giving his ass to me in any way I wanted it.

I knew he was still in near-ecstasy, coasting on the long, sustained high of my fucking, so I let myself go and went after my own climax. I forgot anything gentle and jackhammered him with vicious lunges. I knew I was bruising his ass, but he was too far gone to care. He wanted it. His mouth hung open, drooling.

When I finished and stood back from him, pulling out my cock and watching the stream of my jizz running down his leg, he looked back at me with a pitiful little smile. "Fabulous," he said in a hoarse whisper. "Again. Do me again." He sank to his knees and slumped over into an exhausted pile of naked male flesh.

And I got an idea! I ran to my locker and got my keychain. On it was a miniature aluminum bottle opener and a small cigarette lighter. Holding the bottle opener with a washcloth, I heated it with the cigarette lighter.

I knelt behind Coach McIngim, and with a sudden lunge, I jammed the fiery hot bottle opener against his ass on the inside of his thigh right next to his still-drooling asshole. As the flesh sizzled, he let out a scream and jumped away, but it was too late. 

From my days branding cattle on my father's ranch, I knew the brand would last -- a little hook-mark like the check a teacher puts on a student's English essay. "You're mine, Coachie. Carrying my brand."

And I'll be damned. The horny old bastard started getting a hardon in spite of the searing pain near his asshole.

Coach McIngim was a sometime, anytime thing as long as I was in high school. I fucked him everywhere: in the locker room, on his desk, in the swimming pool, on the team bus. Once or twice I even made him service other guys on the football team.

From then on, I branded every man I turned into one of my bitches. I got a couple more big high school guys, then I graduated. I check-marked a couple of big cowboys on my father's ranch, but then the Army got me: "Greetings from the President!" I was drafted. 

As I watched the ugly man on the beach, I decided to break in a new beach-bitch, my first brand outside my home state. Toward the end of the afternoon, the man got up and threw his beach towel over his shoulder. I got up as he started trudging back along the path through the bushes to the distant parking lot.

When we were out of sight of either the beach or the road, I walked up behind him and put a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, don't hurry off so soon. We should get acquainted."

He turned and threw a punch at my face, but I blocked it easily and grabbed his arms. With a hip-block, I got him off balance, then I got a grip around his waist. He threw me back, and I let go, but as I did, I gripped the waistband of his swimming suit, and as he weight of his body pulled away, it ripped and came away in a strip of blue nylon as he fell.

I dived on him and got him in a headlock. I hooked one arm under his knee and pulled up the leg, rolling him up into a ball. He was helpless, gnashing his teeth and swearing. "Goddamn bastard! . . . I'll . . . kill ya!"

When I moved between his legs, releasing his head to let him fall back, he kicked and fought like a Patton tank, but I had a good grip on either knee, maneuvering them over my shoulders and gripping his thighs with all my might. For as viciously as he fought, straightening out his torso and writhing, he couldn't shake me off, and slowly, powerfully, unceasingly my hips moved closer to his.

I love to overpower a man. To pit my strength against his. To feel him exert his full energy against mine -- and be forced back. 

That guy was tough. Toughest I'd ever met, and once or twice he had me worried. One strong son of a bitch!

But I got him. Finally on his back, his legs raised, feet in the air, his was asshole aimed at my crotch, and for all the fury of his fight and the rage of his struggles, he came to know there was no escape. 

What a fight! I knelt between his upraised legs, and in spite of his writhing, I wiped my cockhead up and down his ass-crack, as usual. He fought like a madman, wrenching away his hips, desperate to escape, but I got my cockhead against his tight asshole, and I pressed. 

"Annghh!" he croaked, and I knew it hurt. He was damned tight, but gradually I forced my cockhead inside him, and I held it there to let him adjust. "My cock's . . . in your ass, man . . . Got your cherry." He wrenched and struggled.

"I know it hurts . . . always does the first time . . . the more you struggle . . . worse the pain . . . relax . . . you'll get used to it"

After a few minutes I pushed in a few more inches. Again he stiffened in pain, and again I paused to let him feel his ass-ring slowly rounding out to accept me. 

"Goddamn bastard," he gasped, "I'll kill ya if it's the last thing I ever do!!"

"No, you're going to be begging me for it." I sank in another couple of inches. "Relax, man. You've now got a man's cock up your ass. It gets easier now." 

I could tell he was in pain, and I think in sheer self-defense he gradually relaxed a little -- his asshole loosened its vice-grip around my cock momentarily, then again and again, and I slowly slid in a couple more inches. He was panting, staring up at me, his eyes dark with fury. 

I gave him another jab, then another, and another, and finally, "I'm in you, man. To the balls. Your ass is now mine." 

Since he was relaxing (or trying to) and our body-angle (his legs spread wide and my cock up his ass) put him at a disadvantage for self-defense, I leaned forward, bringing my chest over his and gouging my cock in even deeper.

"Evil," he hissed. "Goddamn unnatural!"

Then I played the Ace. A man's first cock hurts like hell going in, but once his cherry is busted, the out-stroke is exactly the opposite -- pure pleasure! I slowly began to pull out, and the man sucked in his breath with astonishment. Slowly, sensually, my prick slid over his asshole (taut as a banjo string), generating electric jolts of pleasure with every millimeter. 

"Oh, God . . . oh, no!" 

I tantalized him with a long, slow withdrawal, then I started the in-stroke again -- slow, seductive, commanding his body to respond. His mouth fell open in a daze. Happens every time. Never knew his asshole could bring such pleasure. I could almost hear him snap.

I thrust in and out again, in and out, in and out, and sure enough, his struggles ceased, his eyes closed, and his breathing grew labored -- but from lust, not anger. Suddenly his hands dropped from trying to scratch and punch me, and they clenched helplessly in the sand, knotting up balls of dirt, trying to get a grip.

I began to command his body, regardless of what his brain wanted. His hips were lunging back at me, working with me, matching my strokes. His body obeyed me, and he was powerless to resist. 

He lay under me in a terrible enjoyment, his mind on fire with contradictions. "You want it," I croaked. "You're going to be my bitch. I'm going to fuck you . . . and you're going to beg me for it!" I like to twist the knife.

"Never! I'll die first!!"

The mind is the last thing to go. I fucked him in short, deep, violent strokes, driving into him with passion, jabbing as deep in his guts as I could possibly reach. His eyes stared into mine with hatred, but also with growing wonder and excitement. As my length retreated from him and pushed back in, his torture reached a peak. I knew his orgasm was trying to start, but the poor man was forcing it down, trying to save himself the humiliation of cumming for his new master.

But my cock showed him no mercy, sliding back and forth, fucking away his last defense. I looked down and saw his balls pull up tight to his groin -- sure sign of an approaching climax -- and I kept up the pace, fucking him, teaching him a new experience, building up the agony of an approaching orgasm, fucking away any escape. 

Then suddenly I stopped. 

Panting like a racehorse, he looked up at me with astonishment. 

"Say it, man," I said in a low voice. "Say it." 

He shut his mouth angrily . . . but his hips lurched against my cock, trying to sink it in again. Still I held back.

Panting so hard he could hardly talk, he reached down with both hands and pulling his legs even farther back, spreading them, opening himself up even more. "Okay . . . bastard . . . you got me . . . go ahead . . . FINISH!"

I slid in. Slowly. Tantalizing him. I stopped again. "Say it."

"All right, all right, you goddamned bastard! FUCK ME!!"

I let myself go, lunging into him with full-length rams, slamming our pelvic bones together, out of my fucking mind. He had one more step to take, and I could see it coming. I drilled his butt with his eager cooperation, working toward my own climax, and after another maybe 10 minutes of hard fucking, I gave him some verbal nudges to push him over the edge.

"Now I got you," I gasped, "Gonna fill your ass with my cum . . . and you'll be my bitch!"

That flipped his trigger. Confuse and jostle a man to the point his orgasm comes from his asshole, not his cock, and his thinking changes. He's a bitch from then on. Never seen it fail. If I can get a guy to cum from my fucking, not jacking himself as we go along, he'll turn into a total cum-slut. 

My big guy felt his balls pass the Point of No Return, and as his orgasm grew, I knew his last independent thought faded away in a forest fire of submission. I could almost hear my chains clang shut around him.

As he fell into the abyss, sinking forever into the glory of his orgasm, his eyes dilated with lust and stared into mine. "Take me! Oh, God, do it! DO IT! MAKE ME A BITCH! FUCK ME!" A strange man's cock set fire to his asshole, and his cock spurted his white dick-liquor all over his chest in gigantic globs.

That did it for me. With a final ram I let nature take over, slamming my hips against his, driving my crank into him so deep he had to feel it in the back of his throat, and I wallowed in the glorious, delicious thrill of my jizz pulsing out into his hot guts. God, I love the first fuck in a new bitch.

I lay against him in ecstasy. When I could finally talk, I murmured in his ear. "Feel that? My cum is in you like a signature." He wriggled slightly. "I own you, man." He opened his eyes, but the hatred was gone. They were filled with wonder.

I lurched my softening cock in his tender ass. "You're my bitch. Whenever I want you." He gasped but said nothing. His asshole clenched around my cock. With affection.

"Whenever I want you, right?"

He signed the contract. "Yeah," he said quietly. "Yeah."

Finally I softened too much to stay in him, so I pulled out. A slither of my cum ran out of his ass. "Tighten your ass!" My voice was hard. "That's my jizz in there! Hold it in until it soaks into your body!"

As I watched, his stretched-open A-hole clenched shut. His head fell back, his eyes closed. Still in his afterglow. He didn't hear what I was doing between his legs until--

"YEOWCH!!" He leaped away from me, but right next to his asshole was the burned flesh of his check-mark brand.

"My brand, bitch. Whenever you look at your ass in a mirror, you'll see who you belong to." I stood up, picked up my swimming suit, and pulled it on. "Your ass is mine, bitch. From now on, you will cum only from feeling my cock in your ass." Then I strode away. I never expected to see the guy again. 

All the "your ass is mine" speeches were for effect, to burn away any thoughts he might have of withstanding me and going back to "normal." For the rest of his life the man would go through his days watching for "the man who owns my ass." Just chalk it up to one last little torture. I chuckled to myself. What a dork he was.

I signed in at the fort the next morning and joined the millions of men who had gone through the paperwork, medical exams, shots, uniform issue, boot fittings, and finally the trip in an Army truck to the Basic Training company.

The instant we got there we were met by screaming sergeants, raving at us to run here, run there, pick up this, put down that, and general pandemonium. When they finally got us into a sort of formation, our drill sergeants introduced themselves.

My jaw dropped when my platoon's drill sergeant started barking at us: "My name is Sergeant Lowen! I do not like you! You do not like me!" 

Sergeant Lowen was a great, big guy maybe 10 or 15 years older than I and he was one ugly fucker -- gigantic, muscular, very masculine -- a man's man about 6'4" and a good 200 pounds. And an ugly face with a pug nose, bushy brown eyebrows on thick brows, and a massive, square jaw. He looked like a cave man. 

My bitch!!

I stood at attention as he walked through the ranks, inspecting the troops. When he came to me, I saw his mouth drop open in shock then instantly snap shut. He read my name tag. "Private Galman. Any experience with the military, Galman?"

"Well, I didn't think so, but I guess I had some yesterday." I lowered my voice. "I met a bitch."

He looked at me grimly. "I'll bet you did." And he walked on.

Later in the day I got a notice to report to the drill sergeant's office. When I walked in, he was alone, sitting behind his desk. 




Basic Training Bitch



I turned and locked the door behind me. I could see him fighting a battle with his own commonsense and modesty as I reached down, pulled open my zipper, and bared my cock to him. "Wait," he hissed, "this has to . . . has to stop . . . I can't . . . "

"You're my bitch," I said in a low growl. "You carry my brand. Drop your pants."

"No, it's wrong . . . this is the Army . . . I won't . . . " but under my commanding stare, his hands dropped to his belt buckle. "This can't . . . you can't . . . "

When his pants and white Army boxers were at his knees, I took him into my arms and moved my face against his. Our tongues were out and searching for each other before our lips even met. And our mouths did come together like two burning suns colliding. The kiss -- communicating his total, absolute surrender -- told me more about him than he knew about himself. 

When he felt my cock nudging at his balls, he shook his legs to get his pants down to his ankles, kicked his feet to get out of them, then leaped up, wrapping his legs around my waist to get his asshole in range. I hooked my elbows under each of his knees, and held him off the floor, suspended against me as, breathing heavily, he grabbed my cock and guided it to his target. 

I leaned him back against the office wall, floating him in mid-air, his shoes bobbing in the air behind me, and I sank into him to the balls in one mighty lunge! "Annghh!" he croaked

Training was over. I jackhammered him in the short, deep, rapid strokes of a man after his climax -- not the long, slow strokes that drive a bitch crazy. I made it. Nice, hot orgasm. 

When I let out a low groan as I pumped my load into the drill sergeant's ass, he gasped, "Ahhh, God . . . got me . . . again! . . . can't help it . . . take me . . . fill me up!" His reddened cock spurted his jism all over me, all over my uniform, all over my belly, and all over his cock and balls.

He hung on, his asshole squinching around my dick, trying to hold it in, but all good things come to an end, and finally my rubbery cock flopped out of his ass. I saw him tense up immediately, clenching shut his asshole to hold in my sperm. 

When I lowered him to the floor, he was sweating, and his voice was hoarse. "This is so goddamned dangerous! If we're ever caught, we'll go to Leavenworth!"

"So be careful. But I'll need my bitch to service me with I get horny."

His face was angry. "Stupid bastard. This is the Army! You branded me, you stupid asshole! How do you think I can explain that to the medics??"

I chuckled. "Tell 'em you sat on a barbecue spit. Or tell 'em it's your owner's brand."

He glared at me. "You need to learn some discipline!"

"From you?" I reached down to my sloppy cock and aimed it up at him. "Get down here and clean off my cock."

His eyes blazed at first but then took on a desperate, hopeless expression. He sank to his knees, bent over, and sucked my cock into his mouth. "You like sucking my cock, Sergeant?"

No answer. He kept sucking.

I raised my voice a little. "You like sucking my cock, Sergeant?"

He backed off. "Keep your voice down, you stupid son of a bitch . . . yeah, I like sucking your cock . . . I'll suck you and fuck you whenever you want . . . I'm your bitch. Now be cool about it!"

I tucked myself in and zipped up. "That's all I wanted to know." With that, I unlocked the door and walked out.

Basic Training turned out to be easier than I thought. Whenever Sergeant Lowen dropped the platoon for punishment push-ups, he always had some sort of little errand for me that got me out of the punishment. He always looked at me angrily on those occasions, but I smiled back.

Life in the Army is looking better all the time!

In the showers early one morning I noticed a little guy. Ordinarily I don't pay a lot of attention to the runts. I respect their intelligence. I'll talk to them. But I'm not interested physically. No challenge.

But there was something about this little guy. Couldn't remember seeing him before. He was damned short -- 5'3" or less. He wasn't all that handsome but neither was he ugly. Blond hair; blue eyes; smooth, broad forehead. Hawk-like nose.

Not hairy. His body was smooth. He was in good shape, trim not slender, not girlish but a male in a smaller scale. 

What made me blink and locked my attention to him was the monster swinging between his legs. God! Still soft, it hung halfway to his knees!

Can that be right? Am I seeing correctly? I closed my eyes for a moment then looked back. Maybe it's just the perspective -- a little cock looks bigger on a little man. But in the back of my mind I knew that thing was bigger -- way bigger -- than mine regardless of the size of his body.

The huge tube was a couple shades darker than the rest of his body, which made it even more striking as it jutted out from the blond pubic hair. He was uncut, and the parchment of his foreskin streamlined what was obviously a very arrowhead-shaped cockhead. The broad cockhead held the opening of his foreskin wide in what looked like a huge, dark piss-hole. 

How in hell have I never noticed this guy before? But then, the platoon had a nearly constant trickle of guys washing out and being replaced by others who had checked in late, been in the hospital, washed out of other companies, and so on. He was just another new guy.

I couldn't believe my eyes, though. Then I noticed the guy watching me watching him. His eyes stabbed into me like laser beams. "Like what you see?"

The smart-ass little bastard! I'll kick his ass! But he looked at me confidently, even putting his hands on his hips and turning to face me full-on. I glanced around; we were alone. The other men in the showers had left. He waited for my answer.

I stuttered, "You . . . you got a . . . big one. . . "

He smiled and tossed me a bar of soap. "How's about helping me soap down my back, big boy?"

The smart-ass little fucker! Wants me to touch his body! Actually just to see how far the bold little bastard would go, I rubbed the soap against his back and shoulders. Immediately he relaxed. "Oh, yeah," he grunted.

As I continued to soap him down, I could feel the tension easing out of his back. As I moved down into the small of his back, closer to his butt, he was so short I had to squat, and I realized with a jolt that I had one hell of an erection! God, what will he think when he turns over and sees I'm hard for him? 

I soaped and rubbed his back and sides, moving out to massage each arm, but I stopped at his waist. I moved down to his feet, starting again with a soaping for each calf. When I moved up to soaping his thighs, I was actually breathing hard. Damn, what's wrong with me? I should be spreading his cheeks getting ready to fuck this little bastard!!

Then, to my horror, he spread his legs! He did it so I could kneel between them, the easier to soap the insides of his thighs, but Jesus! A huge, hairy sac hung down! The family jewels! I gulped. God, what a scrotum! 

Trying to keep calm, trying to keep my thoughts on something else, I knelt between his legs, working first one thigh then the other. As my hands reached the tops of his thighs, my mouth was dry, and I was sweating. "Don't rub so hard," he growled, and I realized I was literally groping him.

My cock was throbbing, and all I wanted was to get out of there -- so I could jack myself to some relief!

Then I heard his voice: "Soap up my ass. I want to be clean all over."

I was confused. Dazed and confused. Damn, this isn't the way it goes! Trying desperately to keep my hands from trembling, I touched each cheek softly, rubbing the soapsuds over it. His ass was hot. I swear heat waves radiated from it. I was so hot I was feverish and a little dizzy. I rubbed around and around on his tight buns, not really knowing what to do, but -- even in the showers -- I was panting and sweating like I had run a mile. 

Then he reached back and pulled his cheeks apart! "Soap up a little in there." 

There it was! His brown hole! I can't believe it! I'm staring down at a man's asshole, and I'm not getting ready to fuck it! 

Obediently I let a little suds trickle over it, and with my heart beating like a drum, I rubbed a finger gently up and down his crack and ran gentle circles around the hypnotic hole. 

And it winked at me! He had clenched his ass muscles, and his hole tried to grasp my finger! 

Before I could react or think what to say, he turned around! He leaned back against the wall, and Jee-sus Christ!! He had the biggest hardon I had ever seen. Every cock I had ever admired, every male I ever mounted -- nothing compared to what swung between that little man's legs!

God, it was gigantic! I felt like a little boy. Struck dumb. 

Still on my knees, my head was about at his chest, and I was staring down at his heroic dong. "Suck it," he commanded. "You know you want to." He lurched his hips at me, and my mouth watered.

"N-no," I muttered, "I don't . . . suck." 

I could smell him. Male. Clean and soapy but masculine. Manly. A scent faintly of sweat and armpits, but powerfully of penis and balls. That overpowering, intoxicating male pheromone, the heady scent from his glands. The bull smell.

Drugged, my voice was hoarse, soft, almost helpless. "Don't . . . suck cock . . ." And suddenly I realized I was in the fight of my life. Jesus Christ, what has this little bastard done to me?? I would fight and struggle, but against what? He wasn't even touching me.

But I knelt before him, trembling, everything about me demanding I stand up like a man -- but I couldn't stop my hand from reaching out grip his big cock. I tried desperately to get to my feet, but he put a hand on my shoulder and held me down! I couldn't get up!

"Suck it." It was a command.

I tried not to, I turned my head from side to side -- but I couldn't escape that smell, that scent of the bull. The sight of his magnificent cock ripped something loose in my head. I couldn't stop myself: I reached out -- I could not even close my fingers around it! -- and I lost control. I licked the big cockhead, and Jesus! It burned my tongue, and the fire shot straight to my brain!

My heartbeat roared in my ears. He was damned big, inhuman big, and in some crazy way I felt honored to spread my jaws wide and try to work my mouth over his dong. A cocksucker! I'm now a cocksucker! I'm sucking a man's cock!! 

He was too huge. All I could do was bob my head over his cockhead at the same time jacking him with my hand. I loved the taste of his spurts of precum, and my own balls lurched in pleasure, jetting out my own precum, drooling it down to the shower room floor.

"Yeah, yeah, that's good, boy . . ." he murmured, and it happened: the big dong swelled even bigger in my mouth, and BLAM! He shot boiling lava down my throat. His horse-balls gushed so much cum I almost drowned. I gulped and swallowed, but great gushes spurted from the sides of my mouth!

What a man! He cummed so much it was superhuman. I swear it was a quart! His heavy white cream slimed my chin and neck, over my shoulders and chest. Where drops of it hit my throbbing cock, they seared me, almost raising blisters, and I spurted an almost constant stream of silvery precum.

I don't know how long I held his giant dong in my mouth -- for as long as he enjoyed his afterglow. When it finally began to soften, he pulled back, drawing it from my mouth, and I kissed and nibbled at it as it pulled out.

He looked down at me, and I hung my head. Goddamn, what have I done! I sucked a man's cock! And he's such a little shrimp!

Then I heard The Voice again: "You're ready. Lie on your back and raise your legs."

What?? "Hey . . . hey, I don't . . . do that!" I looked up at him, and those laser-eyes drilled so deep inside me, I knew he held all the reins. ". . . and . . . here in the . . . showers??"

"Lie back. I'm gonna fuck you."

I couldn't believe my ears. "No! No, I won'!"

He reached down to stroke that huge thing, and God, it's getting hard again! So soon!

"I've got another load, and I need a hole. You'll do." What?? The disrespectful little shit!! I'm twice his weight! I can kill him!! "Spread your legs and roll your feet into the air. Bring your cunt up for me."

My cunt! God, I've never been so insulted in my whole life! I fought it. I writhed back and forth as I knelt there, but his sperm running down my body somehow soaked through my pores, and I lost my powers of reason -- I fell back onto the wet floor, and against my will, against the commands of my brain to my muscles, my legs spread apart and rose, and my hands gripped my knees and pulled them back to my shoulders.

A breeze tickled my asshole. It was open, unprotected, aimed up at him. Waiting. Expectant.

No, God in Heaven, WAIT!! If he sticks that thing in me and drives me to cum, he'll turn me into a bitch!!

At that second the giant cockhead pressed at my hole! If only . . . if only he's rough! If only he hurt me, I'll hate it and . . . I'll still be a man.

Sure enough, he wriggled his ass until his cockhead was aimed, nudged in, on-target, and WHAM! With an incredibly athletic lunge, he rammed that giant spear through my outraged asshole and up through my guts, ripping me in half! GOD DAMN IT TO HELL, IT HURT!! I screamed in agony, feeling the iron spear skewering me up through my skull!

Damn it to hell, it hurt! My whole world turned into a fiery maelstrom of agony and death! Now I know what death by torture is! I'm going to die from this!

One stroke. He rammed into me completely in one mighty stroke. Stretching my asshole out to over three inches in one lunge, torpedoing through my guts to a depth of -- God, it had to be 10 inches! I've been shot before (an accident on a hunting trip), and a goddamned bullet didn't hurt so much! 

Ah, god, I'm saved! I'll need surgery, but at least it hurts so goddamn much, I know I'm still a man . . . not a bitch! But just as I began to faint from the pain, a thundering earthquake of pleasure rolled over me, blotting out everything but a brain-frying orgasm like I'd never felt -- or even imagined -- before! 

My scream faded. I couldn't even moan. I was only barely conscious. His cock was a 220-volt cable electrocuting me through my asshole, and I could do nothing but tremble and shiver, in an epileptic fit of ecstasy! 

Glorious, magnificent, breathtaking pleasure! Mind-blowing rapture! A level of joy so intense I could never describe it -- molten, 20-megaton ecstasy!

Gradually, slowly, in tiny degrees, I floated back from the sky, and as I was able to think again, suddenly I heard myself:

"Ohhh, God, ohhhhh, God!!"

Oh, no! I can'! I can't let myself . . . But it was too late. When I could finally localize the terrible pleasure, I realized my cock had been ejaculating for what must have been God, five minutes??

And the more I regained conscious control, the more I realized that bliss came from the wonderful cock blessing my asshole with its power. A rush of gratitude swept through me, and I looked up into his grim eyes. The master. The master has done this to me! 

He did it. Broke me. I was his bitch.

So weak I could hardly move, I used my last energy to clench my asshole gratefully around his mighty cockshaft -- that in my boyish way I could bring him any pleasure possible.

And then it hit me: he sent me into the most powerful, overwhelming orgasm of my entire life with a single stroke!!

He had not even begun to fuck me yet!!

In dumbfounded, worshipful awe, I lay back to allow the master to use me as he wished. He pulled back, and again, I writhed in sizzling pleasure. He sank in again, and once more I shut my eyes tight in bliss! Who knew? God, who knew that my asshole could bring such pleasure!! 

I lurched my hips up to help him sink in even deeper. As he began his rhythm, he had me on the thin edge of insanity, hovering at the surface of a whirlpool of madness and pleasure for as long as he thrust in and out. 

He got me. Never felt anything like this in my life.

When finally he let out a grunt and rammed into me and held it, I realized he was cumming in me -- and again I was . . . honored. And I didn't even know his name.

I lay back obediently, clenching my asshole over him to prolong his afterglow until my muscles ached, and when he began to withdraw the big, rubbery wonder, I clenched at it, wanting it to stretch me out forever. 

When it finally flopped out, I cinched my asshole up tight. I wanted all his liquor to sink into me. He stood up and looked down at me with a slight smile.

I lay on the shower room floor in a whitish muck of shower water and sperm, covered with gushes of my own, looking up at him like an adoring cocker spaniel. "God, that was . . . wonderful!" My voice was a feeble squeak. "I'll . . . never forget you. What is your name?"

"I am Sergeant First-Class Clannet, bitch. Get up." It was a command from the master. I stood up. "Face the wall." I did.

"I'm going to brand you as government property." With that a terrible burn struck inside my leg, right beside my balls!

I screamed and jumped away. SFC Clannet stood there with an M-16 cleaning rod in one hand and a cigarette lighter in the other. In agony I could hardly stand, I spread my legs and looked down. The red-hot cleaning rod had left an arrow-shaped mark on my inner thigh pointing to my asshole. I looked up at him.

"Now get over here and lick my cock clean!"

Bowlegged, I staggered over and knelt to suck the big thing.

"From now on, my big new bitch, you are going to be Soldier of the Cycle. Once a week, if you have been a strack troop, I may let you suck my cock . . . or I may use your hole for whatever I wish . . . and from now on, you cum only for the cadre. For the rest of your life you will reach an orgasm only with a sergeant's cock in your ass or in your mouth!"

Since I had the sergeant's cock in my mouth at that instant, an enormous climax shot through me, canceling out the pain of my branding, and my cock spurted my boiling jizz onto the shower room floor. Sinking weakly back onto my haunches, I continued to suck the master's cock -- and in the back of my brain I felt chains and locks clanging into place.

I could never fuck Lowen again -- only his cock in my ass could satisfy me. Cannet let me suck him every week or so, and I constantly begged him to fuck me.

When I graduated from basic training and was transferred away, the only thing that turned me on was a sergeant. I got a hardon every time I saw one.

Life was hard. I couldn't overpower one to make him fuck me. I was at their mercy, searching desperately for an Army sergeant into man-sex. Branded as a government-property whore.

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Basic Training Ch. 03



My time in the chamber was of indeterminate length, as was my time in captivity. 

At the close of the last chapter, I had been driven upward to an intoxicating level of sexual arousal by the insertion of a mechanical, swelling expanding penis that vibrated into my pussy while my clit and each one of my nipples were being jolted with mild but not totally painless electric shocks. 

As the artificial cock that was pulsing in and out of me continued it’s relentless drive, I entered again into a dream state, this time my mind took me and my lucid dream into the center of a very erotic dream, I could hear the sounds of male murmering and moaning and the sensations of the electric shocks became the gently arousing lips of male partners, each nibbling and sucking my nipples, independent of each other, my levels of arousal continued to increase…all thoughts of the chamber evaporated into a sexual frenzy, in my dream I looked down at the cock thrusting into me to see that it was attached to a modern day Adonis….a specimen of such astonishing male physique that I was sure I was looking at a god of some sort, he leaned back as his hands grasped my hips and controlled the speed and depth of our encounter.

I felt a gentle teasing of my clit begin again and as I looked down I saw a blonde female head just above my Adonis’s genitals licking my little button as he slid in and out of me in a sweet, agonizingly slow rhythm.

There was a sudden twinge of pain in the midst of all my pleasure, my ass was being violated, Adonis’s face looked down at me with a gentle smile, “trust me.”

The words floated to me through my lust, I knew they were not his words, yet they elicited trust…soon the pain became pleasure, I felt another male body under me, hard cock in my ass…..full, full of hard male flesh, the hard cock’s belonging to the men who were pleasuring my breasts were in each of my hands….another cock, disembodied and floating into my field of vision insinuated itself into my mouth.

Reality was lost to me, pleasure had taken it’s place, another unquenchable heat burned deep within me as I strove against my dream lovers and strained toward my next orgasm…it began….the soles of my feet burning….breath ragged…in and out, in and out, in and out, my lungs, the cock in my pussy, in and out, the cock in my ass, in and out, the cocks in my hands, in and out, my ankles burning, in and out, my thighs quivering, in and out, my pussy throbbing, grasping the cock in it….harder, harder, harder, harder, eeyeyyeeeeyyyaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Unghhhhhh!  Ohhhhhhhh, ohhhhh, mmmmmmm, falling, back through a silken web of darkness into the blessed shroud of unconciousness. 

Sometime later……..

Climbing back up through the clouds of unconciousness, lured upward by some very pleasant aromas I found encased in silk sheets, and comforters, the cautious opening of my eyes revealed a beautiful richly apportioned room of natural wood and heavy curtains. The only illumination provided by a dim lamp at the bed side, visible in the glow of the light was a cup of some sort of broth that proved to be the source of the pleasant aroma which had wakened me from my slumber. 

Dragging myself gingerly into an upright position I tested my strength by lifting the cup carefully to my lips. 

Sipping the broth and savoring the flavor, I surveyed the room I found myself in, finding it to be more richly adorned than I had originally thought. There was a fireplace against the wall with two wing chairs facing it, all of the furnishings being of similar vintage. Complete with the library table in front of the window whose curtains were currently drawn against the light, or dark, of the outside world…I wondered which it was.

Swinging my legs out of bed and trying to stand, I was disappointed to find how dizzy and weak I felt, ‘not much chance of making a run for it in this condition’ I thought to myself.

I did manage to finally pull my self up to a standing position, and using the bed for support I moved around it to get myself closer to the window. As I made my way to the table and leaned across it, I was ill prepared for what I would see. Opening the window upon the outside world revealed nothing more than a brick wall where there should have been window. The tears welled up in my eyes as a forlorn sob escaped my lips and I sank to the floor, curled up next to the curtains, and began to weep. I heard a key in the lock of the door.

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Basic Training Ch. 04



As the sound of the key reached my ears, my life literally flashed before my eyes. What more did they want from me? I had spent an indeterminate amount of time in that chamber, had more orgasms, rapid fire, than I ever experienced in my life, and now, I was barely awake and they were back…….no……no…… no more…..as I cradled my head in my hands shrinking back against the cold, unyielding brick of the wall.

I heard the sound of voices at my chamber door, a man and a woman, the man older, the woman, the familiar voice I had heard earlier in the chamber. I felt, rather than saw, a presence looming over me, moving my hands from my eyes I looked up into a pair of kind eyes, they were set in a bronzed and wrinkled face, the laugh lines around the eyes providing an air of humor, he was leaning over smiling and extending his hand. “Please child, calm yourself, here, let me help you up.”

I found my hand reaching for the hand of this wonderful father figure, whom I felt would keep me safe from the intrusions my body had experienced…..I could never have been more wrong.

Lifting me to my feet he led me back to the bed I had climbed from, turning me so that I could sit, he looked into my eyes, more in an examining than a comforting way. I looked at him and he smiled a terse smile, his eyes still holding mine in their gaze, then I heard the other voice. “Is she showing signs of trauma?” The female voice I had recognized. 

“No, not yet, but I do wish you people would not push so hard, you might get further with gentleness.” His reply was concerned, but resigned.

“You know the answer to that Doctor, gentleness will not allow the baser instincts to surface, she would never become what we want her to be if it were left to her own limits, she would simply cave in and be worthless to us.” The female voice was explanatory, with some irritation laced in.

“Yes,” his tired voice moved toward the bed again, having moved back from the light to converse with my female captor, “I suppose we should get started on the next phase before any more time elapses,.”

“Wh….what is the next phase, what are you crazy people talking about?” I fairly screamed at them.

“Please, allow me to explain.” The woman said, finally coming into my field of vision, she was lovely. Far more beautiful than any normal woman could hope to be, porcelain skin and raven hair. Chiseled features with the coldest ice-blue eyes I had ever seen. She came closer and sat on the bed. “Mr. Scott is conducting experiments and you have been fortunate enough to be selected to take part in them.”

“What!!!!” ”What the hell are you talking about, experiments?” “Why was I chosen, and what in the fucking hell do you think you are going to do to me now?” I was in near hysteria and then I felt the sting of a hypodermic needle as the good doctor had moved around behind me and administered, God knows what, into my bare arm…..I began to relax and a feeling of well-being settle over me….”these people wouldn’t hurt me I reasoned, I know they love me.” 

“Now that’s better.” My female captor said. “You will do much better if you are calm.” “Please allow some explanation.” Her voice was instructional, as if speaking to a new class of English students. “Mr. Scott is our benefactor, the gentleman that supports the facility you are currently a guest of.” “His interest in human sexuality, is in the area of increased arousal and sensitivity.” “You, have been selected to be endowed with the ability to experience the maximum level of female sexual arousal.”

“What in the hell makes you think I want to experience that?” I spat back, but with less enthusiasm than I had hoped for.

“You, like all the others, will continue through your conditioning, until you are prepared for re-entry into your world.” “Your family has been contacted regarding your absence and sent computer generated photo’s of you at a special conference in upstate New York.” “Your employer has been contacted and told of a death in the family and a rapid trip home to attend to the details, so you are able to be our guest for as long as we deem necessary.” Her voice had been hammering into my brain, and I was realizing that I was lost and that “resistance would be futile” to quote a particular brand of aliens from a well known tv show.

The sting of the next hypodermic was less annoying, and the result ultimately more pleasurable. My skin began to tingle from my hairline down. In waves it moved downward and as it crossed my breasts, the nipples sprang to erect attention, each time the sensation passed over my Mons veneris, the thrill tickled my clit briefly, tantalizingly, and then moved further down. Wave after waved traversed my body from north to south until I laid back on the bed and moaned with pleasure. I was lost in a sea of sensation as I heard the voice of my female captor again.

“That’s right….let the feeling take you…let your body breathe in the sensation that is swirling around within you.” Her breath was next to my ear as she whispered, I listened as she told me what to do, and somewhere in the fog, I could feel her hands on me, removing my nightgown. 

As the sensations swept down me, she seemed to be able to time them, as they crossed my nipples, she was waiting to suck them greedily into her mouth and intensify the sensation, after the waves of erotic energy had passed over my breasts and she had lavished her attentions on each of them in turn, she moved downward. Her hot breath on my clit as she waited, then as the sensation reached it, she sucked it into her mouth. My bottom convulsed as her lips captured my clit, the sensation passed, then began again, her mouth on my clit, my vagina vibrating with lust, my ass clenching, trying to capture some elusive feeling, over and over, she timed her assault on my clit perfectly….soon there was nothing but gibberish coming out of my mouth as she brought me ever closer to the brink of orgasm. Over and over, I rode the crest of that wave, then she stopped.

“Please…..more….” I pleaded. “More, I need more, I need more, I need more, I need more…..” My mind and body had become disconnected, my mind screamed no but my body screamed yes…rough male hands turned me over and began to assault my bottom, pulling the cheeks open and then I felt a tongue at the opening of it…..hard, pointed, it moved inward until I could stand it no more, I began to push backwards against it until again, all came to a stop.

My female captor moved in front of me and, lifting my head, placed my mouth on her lips and I eagerly began to lick and suk them for all I was worth…I felt her hot fluids bathe my face as I worked to bring her to orgasm. I sneaked my hand downward to my clit and began to masturbate furiously, reaching for my own orgasm, as she reached for hers. I felt a searing pain that followed the cool application of some substance to my bottom, it was feeling like something rough was being inserted up inside me, over and over, it began to feel pleasant, I could feel her beginning to cum, my fingers flew over my clit as I strived for my own and then I was being split open, my ass was on fire as something hard and unyielding was being unceremoniously shoved into it. I screamed, only to have them muffled by the female sex covering my mouth, her orgasm began anew, and then it happened, mine came….my feet were on fire…my breathing ragged and off the scale….my ass was being mauled by a massive cock that was sawing in and out and I was one raw nerve….it began as a normal orgasm and then the heat increased….my fingers avandoned my clit as the sensation in my ass took over and I was blasted into oblivion, I felt hot cum shoot into my ass, my mouth filled with the juices of my captor and my body began to shudder….shaking, fighting to stay conscious as wave after wave of orgasm took me….soon the blessed darkness overcame me……..

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Basic Training Ch. 05



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The darkness that had become my friend was losing it's grip on my, my mind and body were becoming one again as I floated up from my orgasm induced coma. My senses returning and soon I could feel the cool sheet that was covering me, and, the welcome aroma of a cup of Seattle's best coffee, at least, that was my assumption, which was awaiting me on the bedside table.

I stretched luxuriously in the soft bed and then, gathering the pillows behind me, I slowly sat up, I felt some soreness in my back side, but as I did, a warm glow spread upward from there and I realized that I was enjoying some post orgasmic tremors in various places on my body. I sipped the hot black coffee and sighed contentedly as I leaned back into the pillows. "I wonder if I am even still in Seattle?" I thought as a tremor of fear replaced the tremor of pleasure I had felt.

I remembered my last encounter and reached delicately between my legs and below to find that I had been thoroughly cleaned up, and that all evidence of the male orgasm I had felt deep in my bowels had been removed.

Rising from the bed I went to the curtains on the wall, hoping that there would be a window there this time but I was greeted with the same brick wall that had been there earlier. I had seen neither sun nor moon for a truly indeterminate amount of time. I had no idea how long I had been a captive, and more disturbingly, how long I was going to be a captive. As I circuited the room looking at everything again, perhaps hoping I would find a means of escape, a key turned in the lock.

The door opened to reveal a diminutive woman holding the key, she was old, like my maternal grandmother in looks and stature. As she entered she passed the key back to someone unseen beside the door. Entering the room she closed the door behind her and as I heard it click shut I realized that my brief thought of overpowering her to facilitate escape would not happen.

"Good evening dear." She said as she entered, smiling a matronly smile at me. "How was your nap?"

"My nap, was more of a coma thanks." I said with as much sarcasm as I could muster. "Where in the hell am I and how long have I been here?"

She just smiled as she walked to a wall and pushed a button causing a section of the wall to slide to the side revealing a spacious bathroom with a huge tub. Without a word she entered and touching a button on a console began filling the tub with water. She sprinkled some bath salts in motioned me into the room.

"Your bath will be ready soon miss, my name is Millie and I will be preparing you for your dinner with Master Scott." She said smiling at me. As she smiled up at me I took stock of her. Grey hair tied back in a bun, a slight figure of a woman but with a no nonsense gleam in her eye that told me to forget thoughts of over powering her, or giving her any trouble. I am not sure she could do much, but I was certain that on the other side of the door was someone who could, and would, come to her aid at the slightest provocation.

"You will want to use these before you bathe." Said Millie as she set a disposal enema, and a disposable douche on the counter by the toilet.

"You will find everything else you need on the shelf beside the bath." "Please remove all stubble from your legs, underarms, and your pussy." With that she was out of the room and busily doing something in the bedroom.

I decided that I could be a willing captive and would probably get much further by doing so. Thinking back to my time in the chamber and subsequent sexual experiences, I realized as a warmth spread over my body settling in my pussy, that I had actually not been treated poorly, aside from the occasional unexpected hypodermic needle.

After toweling off I left the bathroom and found Millie standing by the bed where there were clothes laid out for me. "Could you please tell me where I am and how long I have been here, Millie?" "I think it would help me cope with this whole thing much better."

"All you girls are the same at first." She spoke quietly, "try not to be concerned, the first phase of conditioning is always a bit disconcerting, but as you enter the next phase you will find that it will all be made clear, and I assure you, you will leave here far better than when you arrived."

"So I am to be allowed to leave then?" I asked, the hope evident in my voice.

"Of course dear, now get dressed, we do not want to keep the Master waiting."

As I picked up the satin dress I was shocked at what I saw, seeing it truly for the first time. It had a form fitting bodice, similar to what you would wear over a peasant blouse, but there was no blouse to be seen. The skirt was open front and back about 8 inches or so and I understood that all of me would be on display once I put it on. Shrugging my shoulders I stepped into it with Millie behind me and she zipped me into it. It was snug but not uncomfortable. Next Millie produced a leather case and opening it took out an odd looking phallic shaft that I assumed was some kind of vibrator, she instructed me to insert it into my vagina, it had a larger rounded area at the base and as I inserted it, the larger part held it in place. I also felt a pleasant sensation as I found that the larger part was in contact with my G-spot. Certainly, not an unpleasant discovery. Next she handed me a more slender version of it and instructed me to insert it into my rectum which I did.

After placing a pair of heels in front of me on the floor she turned to the door and pressed a doorbell like button near the handle. In a moment, the good doctor I had seen earlier was revealed on the other side of the door as it opened. Wordlessly he motioned for me to follow him. I stepped out into a long hallway lined with doors on either side, a wide carpet protected the highly polished hardwood floor that could be seen at it's edges and we proceeded down it a few doors where we stopped and he opened another door revealing a stunning blonde about 5' 6" tall dressed as I was but in red, my dress, if you could call it that, was sapphire blue. He motioned for her to follow and instructed us that there would be no talking. This happened several more times as more women were added to the entourage. All were similar in stature and build, each wore different colors, and there was every hair color imaginable. Soon there were eight of us total and proceeded to what was a very formal dining room with a table and 10 chairs, we were instructed to take our places at the sides of the table and after we were seated the door opened and in walked the man I had met sometime earlier in the limousine. I assumed it had to be Mr. Scott.

"Welcome ladies." Mr. Scott said upon entering the room. "I am certain there are a myriad of questions for me, and I will attend to those after we have enjoyed our Chef's cuisine." "Please, enjoy your time together and the sumptuous repast that will be soon set before you." "No exchange of names will be allowed, you will address each other merely as the color you are adorned with, nothing more, nothing less." "Is that clear for all of you?"

Each of us nodded, and as for myself, I had no idea how long it had been since I had ingested real food, so I was going to behave myself, at least long enough to eat.

Mr. Scott seated himself at the end of the table closest the door through which he had entered and the good doctor stepped to the opposing end. I took the time to study Mr. Scott. Dressed in a tailored suit, salt and pepper hair cut neatly and short, almost military. Steel blue eyes set in a lean, tanned face that showed some lines from time squinting into the sun, perhaps a yachtsman, by the look of him. A commanding presence to anyone who looked upon him, apparently self assured, and used to a life of command. Military bearing would be a good assessment of him.

There was a small electronic panel inset into the table near his right and, and he touched a button and turned a dial just slightly, each of us jumped slightly as we felt the inserts in our vaginas begin to vibrate. Another button, another dial, and temperature of the insert inside me began to grow warmer. He smiled as he surveyed each of us, I know my nipples began to noticeably stiffen as the stimulation worked it's electronic magic deep within my body, and a surreptitious glance around the table at the other bare breasts revealed similar responses in my sister captives.

"Ladies." Mr. Scott spoke quietly but with a depth of authority. "You have noticed by now that you are not visibly restrained." "I am sure that many of you are still uncomfortable with our little exercise, and I would be surprised if any of you were comfortable with it already." As he spoke this last he met the gaze of each of us in turn, knowing that his statement had been true. 

"You are all feeling very pleasant at the moment, and I wish for that to continue for you, however, should any one of you choose to rebel or break the rules prior to the completion of your studies, you would find that your pleasure, could become pain rather quickly." As he completed this statement his finger found another button on his console, and upon pressing it, we each gasped in chorus as the pleasant sensations inside of us turned to electric shocks. A series of three, perhaps, that left us breathing in large gulps of air, as we reeled from the sudden shock and pain.

"I would prefer not to do that again, if it can be avoided." Mr. Scott, again, smiled at us all like a loving father who had just taken a switch to his kids.

"You sir, are a rabid piece of shit!" I screamed, thoroughly pissed at the imprisonment, the abuse, and the total lack of respect for my personal feelings, and then I stood only to be brought to my knees at the table by another jolt that seemed to pierce upward through my body from groin to brain.

As all strength left me, I felt the good doctor's hands lift me back into my chair. I looked at Mr. Scott, his irritating calm pervading the room, and I hated him with a pure hatred, from the depth of my being I vowed that he would pay for whatever he intended to visit upon me, and I began to calculate, to reason, to plan, to scheme. My revenge would be sweet indeed, long awaited, but sweet.

I decided to take a different tack with Mr. Scott. I realized that he indeed had the upper hand for the moment, but I also knew I was anything but helpless, and now that I was angry, I knew I would win.

As my strength returned, I slowly turned my eyes toward him. "permission to speak master?"

"Of course child." "I really dislike inflicting pain, but sometimes it is needful to get a fiery young thing like to settle into life here." His demeanor had not changed, still the benevolent benefactor.

"I feel, respectfully, that as a captive, I, and the other girls, deserve some kind of explanation as to what is expected of us, and what we can expect in terms of release." I thought perhaps as I said this that he would become angry but he didn't and when he did not, I saw a glimmer of hope.



Basic Training Ch. 06



Author's note: This is an ongoing saga with many chapters to follow, thanks to Nitegazer for her efforts in proofreading, and her encouragement.

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"This one has the potential I have been looking for." Alexander Scott's thoughts floated around on his interior as his exterior remained as impassive as if his features had been chiseled in stone. "I do believe that I have found the blank canvas upon which to create my work of art."

As she spoke, he listened intently, taking in the vision before him. Her name had been Alicia Cramer, however, henceforth it would be Blue. Her statuesque frame 5'9" in stocking feet and 145 lbs. Toned by hours in the gym was something to behold. Breasts sitting high and proud on her chest, a wasp-waisted beauty with hard muscled thighs and a washboard stomach. This was truly a woman that men would swoon over when she walked into a room. He had chosen well that day in Seattle...

The good Doctor looked on with concern, he knew that her outburst could result in, among other things, her termination from the study.

As she finished her request, she cast her eyes at the floor, her auburn hair hiding her face from view, as she appeared to be awaiting his response.

"Right you are child." Scott's voice as melodious as it had been that day on the street of Seattle. "Since you have asked so respectfully, I shall endeavor to respond to your question in a manner that will allay your concerns, and give you some insight into your future."

Blue looked up hopefully, desiring some kind of approval, but seeing none, returned her gaze toward the floor.

"In the beginning I studied the sexual appetites of young men and women as they went through the dating ritual." "I used a number of questionnaires on a voluntary basis to determine what the driving forces seemed to be for each." I discovered after much research that, for the young ladies, their upbringing was keeping their sexuality in check as they mistakenly waited for the marriage bed to release their hidden passions." 

Mr. Scott continues..."while on the other hand, the young men had been conditioned by their fathers, older brothers, uncles, or, what have you, to carve as many notches on the bedpost as they could." 

"The result being many virginal, or near virginal young women being led into the marriage bed by husbands who were insensitive, unconcerned, self-centered, oafs who left them unfulfilled, and propagated the idea that women were to do their duty suffering quietly, and to tell their daughters to do the same."

At this point, Mr. Scott stood and faced the room. feeling suddenly very intimidated, Blue took her seat and focused completely on the man. His thoughts briefly turned to her before continuing his dissertation. He thought, "If I allow her outburst to go unpunished, I have lost ground with her, however the proper punishment could prove to be a building block for all."

Looking at each young lady in turn Mr. Scott determined the best course of action. One of his greatest strengths was to take things in stride and adjust along the way.

"Children," Mr. Scott intoned quietly, "I discovered that with just a little training the previously mentioned young ladies, could become women of the world who could change the thinking and the basest norms and mores of society, as regarding women, more effectively than years of emancipation thinking such as what resulted in the women gaining the right to vote."

"You ladies, shall be one of several front waves, moving into life and leading the other less informed young ladies of the world into a place of sexual and sensual awareness previously unavailable to them."

"Now, ladies, enjoy your dinner, we shall address other issues after we have dined."

Alicia did not miss the "other issues" comment as she began to consume the repast laid before her. The salad was served at the perfect temperature, the steak that followed was grilled to perfection, and, all the trimmings were divinely prepared, far better than the finest restaurants Seattle had to offer.

Well fed, and relaxed, the earlier outburst forgotten, or so she thought, as the food was cleared away aperitif glasses containing a green liqueur were set before each of the ladies.

"Please children, the libation before you was brought into this country at great risk and expense, enjoy." Mr. Scott smiled as he raised his glass.

Blur brought the glass to her lips, as did the rest, and tasted the substance that resembled Nyquil and licorice combined. The liquid burned it's way down her throat spreading a warmth throughout her body that seemed to center in her groin and begin to vibrate there. No! It was the insert that was vibrating, delicious vibrations, warming her center, as more of the delightful liqueur was poured and consumed. The heat in her center was rapidly becoming compelling.

Mr. Scott spoke, "are you alright?"

Focusing her eyes with difficulty, she looked at Mr. Scott and smiled. "Yes, I seem to be quite well sir."

"Good." Said Mr. Scott, "I would hate for the evening's entertainment to not be at her best."

Vibrations and warmth that floated through her nether regions masked what should have been a warning to her.

She and the other ladies at the table were enjoying similar sensations however as the others enjoyed greater intensity, Blue's pleasure began to settle down and cease. Looking around her at the lovely orgasmic bliss being experienced by the others, she wondered at her lack of pleasure. Searching every face at the table, each of the ladies, in turn reveling in the throes of orgasm her eyes finally settled on those of Mr. Scott. Ice cold, and piercing through to her soul, he smiled and oblivious to the others finally spoke.

"You child, were very bad tonight." She began to panic. "You spoke to me in a most inappropriate manner." Her insides began to turn to liquid as she realized that her earlier outburst, while minimized at the time, was not going to go unnoticed, or unpunished.

Mr. Scott looked down at his control panel and pressed a button.

A panel in the wall near the table slid away to reveal an Adonis like vision of a man who stepped into the room. This man stood at least 6'6" and was built like a true Greek God. As he stepped into the room the Doctor began ushering the other ladies away from the table toward the couches along the wall. Servants appeared and removed chairs and tablecloths to leave a gleaming, walnut alter in their place. 

Another glass of Absinthe was placed in her hand as the vision of male perfection moved into the room and glided toward her. 

"You can choose to enjoy this, or to fight it, as is your choice." "I assure you that the event will occur with, or without your consent." Mr. Scott spoke in his benefactor's voice but the underlying statement told her all that she needed to know.

Turning to face her punishment/reward she thought that perhaps it wouldn't be that bad after all...."Ouch!!!!" Spinning quickly she saw the good Doctor withdrawing with his hypo in hand, and instantly felt the results of the injection.

Her vagina began to moisten, and her clit began to throb. Her need for penetrating fulfillment rose to become the focal point of her consciousness.

"Adonis" circled the table, his confident strides, the sinuous muscles of his thighs flaring under the loincloth he was wearing, served to fan the flames already ignited deep in her center.

The sound of her breathing loud in her ears, her heart was hammering in her chest, as he advanced toward her. The silence was deafening but soon was split by the voice of Mr. Scott. "Take her Adam, use her for your pleasure, and for the pleasure of those who watch. Teach her how to enjoy being a woman."

At those words "Adonis" moved toward her and reached for her bodice, even though her breasts had been exposed all evening, he was not satisfied. With a smug look on his face, his right hand gripped the center just between her breasts and with a snap of his wrist, it was not long around her, but laying on the floor. Blue gasped and instinctively covered her breasts to the nervous titters of her comrades. The ludicrousness of it settled on her and she could not help but giggle inwardly herself. 

Her nakedness had long ago been established, however at this intrusion, she responded quite naturally. Laughing at herself, she relaxed a bit only to feel the massive hand of the giant before her reach into the top of her skirt and rip it away as well. Now truly exposed, she steeled herself for what was to come.

"Adonis" circled her, coming close into her personal space, smelling her, feeling the heat from her body, never touching her, hovering close to her, after several circuits of her body he gently placed his hand at the back of her neck and clasping a great deal of her hair in his massive hand forced her to her knees. Standing before her with her face at the level of his groin he held her in place, waiting, it seemed he would wait forever until timidly, she reached up and untied the string that held his loincloth in place. As it fluttered to the floor she felt her breath catch in her throat. This was something she had never seen before, so massive was this mans organ that she knew flaccid he was greater both in length and girth, than any she had ever encountered painfully erect. Her breath became both short and ragged. He was flaccid!??? This was not exciting him at all? What the hell was this, a nude, voluptuous woman at your feet and you are not interested in the least????? Her pride was wounded; she tried to lean toward him only to be held off by his hands in her hair. Watching his cock move gently with his heartbeat was mesmerizing to her, she began to breathe on it, slowly it began to lengthen, and she could see that she was finally having some effect on him.

In truth, as she more closely examined his response; she realized that her efforts were wasted. Trying harder, straining toward him, aching for him in her mouth, she looked up to see his eyes on the others. His desire was to perform for them. Their desire was to continue the stimulation they were feeling. Blue's desire was to captivate his attention, something she seemed to be failing miserably at. At last he allowed her close enough to kiss the crown of his cock. As her mouth opened to engulf it, a gentle pressure drew her back from it. He looked down as if to say, all in good time.

By now the moans of the others were becoming quite un-inhibited and most distracting.

Blue had determined that she would have this man writhing at her feet before long. Mr. Scott who looked on knew her motivation, her desire, and since he had orchestrated it, what the outcome of the evening would be.... far from the expectations of one charming, alluring, auburn haired beauty.

Mr. Scott, admired her spirit, he watched as she turned every effort toward her desired end, and smiled inwardly as he envisioned what the end would truly be.

Adonis/Adam bored quickly with the game and pulling Blue up by her hair threw her face down on the table. Reaching between her legs he pulled the now useless inserts from her, eliciting a mournful wail from her lips at the loss.

Face down on the table; Blue could feel the cold surface against her breasts and face, as she was drug forcefully to the end. Her upper body held flat on the table and her pussy and ass exposed over the end. Adam moved forward and placing his still semi-erect organ at her entrance began to penetrate her. As he stroked it gained volume, long before he had learned that few could take the actual size of his erect cock at 14 inches, he always approached a fresh pussy in this manner. Allowing himself to erect fully only after being within the body.

Blue could feel her insides stretch to accommodate the massive intrusion, but it never seemed to stop expanding, soon she was beyond anything she had ever experienced. Her vaginal walls were screaming at the intrusion, the aphrodisiac induced desire almost waning as the result of his massive intrusion. She could begin to feel the stirrings of orgasm deep within her, far below anything she had felt before. His, now fully erect cock, slowly pressing in and out as she felt the spasms of her vagina begin to accept his size. Her pleasure grew as he increased his pace, she was ready, and she could feel it build. The familiar heat in the soles of her feet begin to travel up her legs toward her center, she knew she was close, she knew it was going to big, very big, more than she had felt even in the chamber, she was shattering, nerves were on fire, nipples hard as bullets, she strained, pulled, drove upward, impaling herself deeper upon him and he withdrew.

Tangling his hand in her hair Adam dragged her off the table onto the floor, she cried out in pain and frustration. "Ouch!!!!!" The good doctor once again administered his serum, she looked over her shoulder at him as he retreated and then through hooded eyes she saw Mr. Scott. Sitting back observing, her vision became red with desire, as she turned back toward Adam from the floor she clawed her way back to him, grasping his hard cock she drug it into her mouth violently sucking it deep into her throat, desperation driving her.

Adam allowed the behavior for a time and then pulled her mouth off of his cock and positioned himself on the table on his back. She needed little encouragement to climb up on the table and impale herself once again on his cock. As she began to ride him the panel in the wall opened again, revealing another Godlike creature who, walked toward the table looking at Adam, silent signals passed as Adam moved further toward the end of the table. Adam reached the end of the table and rotated upward to a point that was holding Blue impaled on him and open, so Balem moved up between the legs of Adam and positioned his cock at the entrance to her ass. 

The good doctor moved over toward them and brought 2 stools into place under her feet, so that she could support herself as Adam was in her pussy and Balem was in her ass, she was full, more full than ever before and then she had something under her feet, she was able to control the depth and penetration for herself and she happily began to ride.

Up and down, hotter, and faster, feeling the Devine friction as her pussy and ass were assaulted, her mind was open to all of it, her body even more open and soon, the panel opened again and 3 more men entered, Celem appeared at her mouth. And, as she opened her mouth to take him in, Devin and Elim appeared at her sides.

She had a cock in her ass, one in her pussy, one in each hand and one in her mouth.

She was delirious with pleasure, something that was not lost on Mr. Scott. He watched silently as the auburn haired beauty heaved with pleasure. Up and down on the two cocks that were deep within her and trying her best to swallow the cock in her mouth. Her nose buried against his shaven pubic area and felt the swollen head of his turgid member plunge into the depths of her throat. Her insides were churning as she worked toward orgasm, the two cocks in her hands were somewhat neglected, but not entirely.

Mr. Scott watched as his latest discovery strained to wrench as much pleasure as possible from the encounter. His hands had been busily dancing over his controls and watching the "audience" as they gazed, enthralled at the spectacle before them.

"Ladies." Mr. Scott spoke in measured sentences. "That which you see before you is punishment." "Not in the sense that she is being punished at this moment." "But, in the loss she will feel as these toys are withdrawn one by one."

"Any of you could be placed in this position at any time." "What I wish you would note, carefully, and store for future reference, is her impending reaction." With the last said he nodded. Elim withdrew followed by Devin and soon Celem, who forcefully had to push her head from him.

Blue began to strive harder on Adam and Belem seeking her release as Belem removed his cock from her ass. Adam was the last and as he shoved her off of him she cried out. Tangling his right hand in her hair he literally threw her onto the table. One last time his cock skewered itself into her pussy and then he withdrew and took aim on her ass. As he plunged home she reveled at being taken, only to wail even more mournfully as he pulled out and walked back to the wall, as the panel opened she looked after him longingly, and he looked back, once, nodded to Mr. Scott, and stepped into the wall.

Blue was lost, what had been so ferocious and intense a few minutes before had been removed to leave a palpable vacuum in it's place.

Imploring eyes looked toward Mr. Scott, and, meeting his gaze she thought she saw a glimmer of warmth, or some emotion there that had not been present before. Her body screamed with need, she found herself clenching her private parts, trying desperately to finish when the good Doctor presented himself at her side to lead her away.

"Well," Mr. Scott said looking around the room, "do we understand that life is better here when we comply?"

As he looked around the room he was sure that he saw compliance evident in the faces present and he turned up the juice. The pleasure was obvious on the faces present, the memories of Blue's experience and her punishment a blur to all but Blue herself.

The good Doctor deposited her at her room and, taking a moment to kiss her hand bid her adieu and left, closing and locking the door behind him.

She threw herself on the bed, her sex steaming, demanding release and as she felt her sex throbbing her hand stole to her clit and began to stroke it reaching for climax but it was as if a switch had been thrown in her body and her climax eluded her.

Falling into a troubled sleep, she dreamed dreams of hard cocks, and sexual stimulation, all leaving her unsatisfied and wanting. The next morning would bring great revelation to replace the frustration of the night.



Basic Training Ch. 1



(Author's notes: This story is non-fiction and my first submission to Literotica [or anywhere, for that matter]. My wife and I met in basic training, and this is [obviously] only part of our adventures together. I've changed her name in the story, and I won't say what branch of the military we met in for obvious reasons. Please feel free to email comments, suggestions or criticism. Hope you all enjoy this one, and there is more to come.)

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"We have to be really careful," Shasta said. I nodded. We sat together on a bunk in the old barracks. We were supposed to be cleaning it, getting it ready for the next training cycle, but our lust overrode any sense of duty on that particular day. She leaned forward and started kissing me.

I've never been able to figure out what she saw in me. I'm no Brad Pitt by any means. But she was sincerely attracted to me, and I wasn't about to complain in the least. It's not every day that a pretty girl like her comes on to me.

She was gorgeous. Five-foot even, ninety-five pounds, short red hair and blue eyes. There wasn't an ounce of fat on her body. She had wonderfully small, perky breasts and a perfectly round, tight butt. I didn't think any girl could make camouflage look sexy, but she managed to. She may not have been every guy's fantasy, but she was perfect in my eyes.

Her lips locked on mine, her tongue slipping past my teeth. I pulled her close, holding her tight. Our kiss broke, and she pushed me back on the bunk. She straddled my waist, her crotch grinding against mine. I'm sure she could feel my erection; just as sure as I could feel the heat from her pussy through her pants as she ground into me.

She sighed as I ran my hands all over her body. Our kissing resumed in full force, our tongues intertwined. I ran my hands under her shirt, under her sports bra and onto her firm, warm 32B's. I massaged them, gently pinching her nipples as she moaned softly.

I rolled on top of her, kissing her neck, grinding my dick against her steaming crotch. She writhed on the bed, bucking back into me, dry fucking me for all she was worth. Her nails dug into my back, and then reached down to grab my ass. She was driving me wild. I wanted to be inside her so bad…

Footsteps down the hall, coming towards us. We froze, locked together at the hips on the bunk. Then I stood up and hid behind a locker as Shasta quickly tucked her shirt back into her pants and grabbed a broom, pretending to sweep. 'Please don't let it be a Drill,' I thought to myself. Being alone together in a room like that would've gotten Shasta and I some serious disciplinary action.

The footsteps passed our room and continued down the hall. I breathed a sigh of relief as Shasta came around the locker smiling at me. Her hair was slightly askew and her shirt was only half-tucked into her pants. She grabbed me by the hand and led me across the hall to the latrine.

The latrines in basic training aren't just bathrooms. They're also changing rooms with showers in the back. Shasta led us into one of the high-walled shower stalls, a perfect hiding place for our tryst. No one would think to look back in the showers even if they came in the latrine. It was about the most private place in the entire barracks.

We held each other close, our kissing and nuzzling resuming. As I softly sucked on her neck, I felt her hands loosening my belt. Then she was unbuttoning my pants. I shuddered, leaning back against the wall as her soft, warm hand wrapped around my throbbing cock. Her hand jerked up and down on my shaft as I reached for her waist.

Pulling her close, I undid her belt and unbuttoned her pants as her hand continued working it's magic on my dick. She wore plain white cotton panties under her BDU's. I slipped my hand down the front of her panties, felling the soft curls of her pubic hair. She moaned as my fingers worked down, rubbing the slick lips of her pussy.

She spread her legs, giving me more room to work. I slipped my index and middle fingers into her warm, wet pussy and began pumping them in and out of her. Her breathing started coming in ragged gasps and her pants slipped halfway down her thighs. Her hand was a blur on my cock, and I was enjoying every second of it.

Shasta started quietly whimpering, her pussy twitching around my fingers. I could feel my balls tightening and we groaned softly as our orgasms came together. Her pussy flooded over my fingers and hand as my cum splattered on the tiled floor in front of me. I pulled my hand out of her panties as she tucked my cock back into my pants.

"That's just the beginning, babe," she whispered in my ear. She pulled her pants up, buttoning them and tucking her shirt back into them. She turned and walked out of the bathroom, a giant grin on her face. I knew that enlisting was the best decision I'd ever made.

But the best was yet to come. 



Basic Training for Wives



We'd been sending messages back and forth to eachother most of the day. The messages from you were often instruction for me to take care of in our house. The last one I'd received was what you wanted for dinner and what time you wanted it. I almost felt sorry for your soldiers, because of the food they had to eat, and they knew that I brought you hot meals at night, so you didn't have to eat those MRE's 

While your dinner was cooking, I took the time to get ready to come meet you, did my hair, a little lip gloss, and the sluttiest outfit I had. I was very horny and wanted to get some tonight. The heels I wore were three inch stilettos, the skirt was short and tight with ties up the sides, the shirt was silky and see through. I put on a black bra underneath the shirt and no panties.

After I dished up your dinner, I got into the neighbor's car, her husband was up there at the barracks too, and she was doing the same thing I was doing. When we got there I stepped out of the vehicle and walked into the building. When I came to one of the guards that was standing there, he looked me up and down, smiled and said good evening Mrs. Griffin, and opened the door for me to your office. I went in and saw you sitting in front of your desk waiting. I'd sent you a message that I was on my way. I set your dinner down in front of you and began to tell you that I wanted you to fuck me.

You growled while you ate, acknowledging what I'd said but not giving me an answer. Again I told you that I needed you to fuck me, but you simply looked at me. An argument began. As we're arguing you're trying to eat. I can see in your eyes the irritation and indigestion that are forming. Bitch, if you don't shut up, you're gonna regret it. I smiled over at you. Oh Daddy, don't be like that. All I want is for you to take care of my pleasure.

I began to run my fingers over my pussy, wriggling my ass in your face. I heard you growl behind me, and thought that I was making some progress. The problem was that your growl wasn't from arousal. It was from irritation. I should have known, I should have remembered, I didn't, and that is the biggest thing that gets me into trouble, forgetting. I felt your hand come down on my bare ass so hard it nearly knocked me off my feet. The pain brought tears to my eyes. I moved away from you quickly, but I'd already gotten myself into trouble.

You stood up fast, walking over to me, you grabbed my arm and pulled me out of your office. Your hand was wrapped around my upper arm. You forced me to walk with you and much faster then I was used to walking. Your fingers around my arm were causing bruises. Oh Daddy, you're hurting me. 

You stop dead and look down at me, an evil smile spreads across your face. Running your fingers lightly over my face, down my neck, down my breast, and flicking my nipple you chuckle, this my Bitch, is nothing to what you're about to feel. You begin walking again, pulling me along out the door and down to the barracks. Into the barracks, walking down the hall, just a few feet from the door you yell "READY LINE''. 

We walk into the barracks and you throw me on the floor in front of the Ready Line. In front of me stand 36 soldiers who were getting ready for bed, using the bathroom, or trying to get in a quick shower and weren't expecting you to be in there, so they were in various states of dress, and not at attention. I see them scramble to attention when you enter the building. Some are naked and dripping, running from the showers. A rectangle shape, about as big as our living room, twelve shower heads. Outside of the showers, there's a hallway the same width that runs parallel to it with a long bench, they're sliding on the floor! Some are running from the bathroom areas, scrambling to pull their pants up as they run!

Your soldiers are all very horny, irritable, and angry, even more so since they've been called out of showers and the bathrooms. I turned and looked at you as you gave your instructions. As you know by now, this is my wife. She's been naughty, and now she must be punished. You will fuck her until she's unconscious. 

Is this gonna hurt? 

Is what gonna hurt? 

Them ... you say they haven't had any in 6 mos. 

They're gonna rip you apart. 

Can I at least have some soap for my ass? 

You're gonna get lube?

From where? 

We keep baby oil just to shine the stainless steel in the latrines. I look at them they're nearly salivating from the idea of getting some pussy, then I look back at you. 

Well, do they at least get some kind of ... reward or something for doing a good job? 

Yeah, the day off. 

You're not gonna bother to have the naked ones get dressed right? 

Nope. 

Can I at least pick the one I want first? 

Nope. It's going to be whoever my PT stud of the moment is. The soldier with the absolute BEST physical endurance. 

My shoulders sink in defeat, yes Daddy, which one? 

Private Enfield! A tall, young, well built Indian man steps forward from the line. He waits for further instruction. Get 'er boy! Platoon! Pa-rade REST! 

One of the young men is somewhat confused by what's going on, and so he has a question. Drill Sergeant, Is it really ok to fuck your WIFE?! Drill Sergeant. 

Listen up knuckle nuts! I said fuck the bitch! What part of that order did you NOT comprehend?! Private Enfield shook his head, you could see the amusement in his eyes, though he tried hard not to show it. He begins to stab his cock deep into my asshole, the baby oil making him slide in easily. He fucks my asshole slowly at first, and then suddenly, as though he can't hold on anymore, he begins banging away at my asshole. Slamming his dick into me to the base and then pulling all the way back out to the head to do it all again. 

I threw my head back and began to laugh. PRIVATE Enfield, you poor, poor boy, I've had better fuckings from my toys while I was masturbating, is that the best you got, are YOU the prize soldier? A pity, Daddy, that your soldiers are BADLY in need of some training that doesn't have anything to do with defending this country. You growl low and take a few large steps over to me, your next best in PT is the one you call over. You pull my head up by my hair. 

Suck his cock Bitch. You force my head down on his dick, so far down that you make me choke on him. Choking, sputtering, and gagging, I'm still so very cocky, I again attack your soldiers and you in ways that will only get me fucked over and over, harder and harder. It doesn't matter what I say to them, the only response I get back is a yes or no Ma'am. I can't stand it anymore, I need to be fucked! Your soldiers go through me one by one, each vying for the title of the one who made me pass out. Again and again cock after cock is slammed into my throat or my asshole. I can feel myself going numb and I scream to be spanked. An order is given out by you that if I wish to be spanked, then I'm to be spanked. 

The first strike comes down on my ass, I can hear the smack echo through the barracks. I want more. I scream for more I gotta be fucked. I turn my head and I can see you, not far from me, your hand buried in the head of one of your female soldiers, Private Campin, forcing her moth down around your dick. I can hear her choking and gagging as I am. The only difference is she is trying to please, I am trying to irritate. 

I have a secret wish to be ripped apart as you said I would be. Your soldiers seem to show no emotion, just fuck and fuck me over and over. I can hear their grunts and groans as they slam their dicks deeper and deeper into my well used asshole. It's not enough, I need more, I'm so close to cumming and yet I can't seem to attain my release. I need someone inside me with the stamina and strength to REALLY take me. Like a revolving door they go through me two at a time, one fucking my face, the other my ass. I scream as the next one enters me. It's just not enough, I can't seem to get them to understand that I need them to let go, I need them to fuck me with abandon, to forget that you're there, that they are under orders. I just can't figure out how to get one of them to do that.

I turn my head back to you and now you've got another one of your female soldiers on her hands and knees, forcing her to take your big cock up the ass. I can see the twisted look of pain and pleasure on her face, I know that look, I've had it. I watch in fascination with nothing but arousal flowing though my veins as you fuck each one hard. I love to watch you perform and gladly when my mouth is emptied yell things of encouragement to you. You turn and look at me not really expecting to hear me, and growl low. The smile on your face, evidence of how much you enjoy it when I talk dirty to you. 

You go through the female soldiers as it seems your male soldiers go through me. I can't hear it, my mind and hearing are on other things, but you're yelling for the next soldier to fuck, and to be fucked and that is one of the biggest reasons why I can't cum. You've learned over the years how to recognize when I'm getting close, by site, and you switch to the next when you see that I'm close. You're not anywhere near ready for me to cum yet. I'm nearly fucked out, my asshole and my jaw are aching something fierce, I don't know how much more I can take but I need to cum so badly. 

My pussy drips on each soldier that fucks me. I can feel the ache in it from being brought just to the brink of release and then not sated. My screams have died down to small whimpers. I still beg to cum and to be fucked, but I'm running out of steam. An order is given from you across the room, for your soldiers to stand back and wait for further instruction. You stand up and walk down the line looking at each in turn. You've done well, you turn and look at me lying on the floor. I can barely move, but I can still see and hear everything you're saying. Strip her, pick her up, and carry her to the showers. When you're there, turn them on, and begin again to fuck her. When she's passed out, bring her to me. 

Your men obey, walking back to me they roughly remove my clothes and shoes. I feel myself lifted off the ground. I am carried to the other side of the room where the showers are and taken in. I can see them begin the showers and then put me down. I feel them begin again to take me. My asshole and mouth are ravaged again as they were before, only this time I can feel them fucking me until they cum. Over and over streams of nut are shot down my throat or into my bowels. Finally I am again being fucked by Private Enfield. 

His thrusts this time have no order to them. There is no direction and no instructions from you except that he is to make me cum any way possible. Soon once again I can feel myself going to the brink of cumming, but my body is not allowing me the release I need, because it is for lack of a better word, gun shy. It knows that I've been pushed to the brink before and it isn't gonna allow me to cum so easily. Enfield thrusts deeper as I beg him to make me cum, his hands on my hips, his fingers dig deep into my skin. Yes, yes I can feel myself going there, my body has given in, oh yes that feels so good. 

I feel my anal ring and my pussy hole begin to flex and then tighten. I scream the last scream I have in me and cum hard. Gushing my juices all over myself and Private Enfield. He isn't finished yet though. He pulls from my mouth and raises my head up so that I can clean his cock off and swallow his nut. His thrusts go deep into my throat, but I've gotten used to it and though he still gags me, I don't choke. I am nearly gone, but I still have the strength to look at him as he takes his final thrusts. With those final thrusts his balls raise and his grunts grow in volume. Stream after stream of hot nut is forced down my throat. 

When he pulls from my mouth, they again pick me up and bring me out to you. I'm full of cum, and as I turn my head to you I can see you over my body, you chuckle, and growl low. There Bitch, did you get what you wanted? 

Yes, Daddy. 

Good, you growl, and then you stroke your cock over my prone body a few times, cumming on my skin. The last words I hear, as you grab my clothes and pick me up, are you giving instruction for your soldiers to clean up and go to bed. They have pleased you, and will receive the day off.