Cadet: The Academy (10 page)

Robin was not altogether convinced that the
man would carry out this blood-curdling threat, and thereby risk
the wrath of General Cafferson by permanently damaging one of his
special cadets, but she decided not to take the chance. The
graceful Indian cadet would have to suffer for Robin’s tiny moment
of rebellion.

“Sorry, Rahni,” she told her, as the
brown-skinned cadet looked back over her shoulder in alarm. “This
is going to hurt.” She hit Rahni’s buttocks with less than full
force, while trying to make it sound as loud as possible. It was
not gentle enough to keep Rahni from flattening herself on the
table and shrieking wordlessly through her mouth ring.

“You
still
want to play games, cadet?”
Paul asked angrily, ripping the lash from Robin’s hand. “I want
that brown ass whipped, not tickled.” He cut viciously into
Vishnan’s exposed bottom globes. The blades made a wet
smack
! as they met flesh, and the cadet screamed for mercy
as she flopped like a newly caught fish on the table in her
agony.

He walked to the other side of the table by
Rahni’s head, saying, “You will administer strokes like those last
two, or I promise you that I will turn her titties into bloody
scraps,” and then cut sharply up into his victim’s breasts which
dangled temptingly over the other side of the table. Her soft
mounds jounced crazily under the assault and Rahni screamed again,
louder than Robin had thought possible. He tossed the instrument to
her and said, “Now get started.”

Robin later wished that she could somehow
obliterate the memory of that half-hour the way that Jodie had
erased the memory of her assault by Sergeant Powers. She swung the
supple leather again and again as hard as she could, until her body
was covered with beads of sweat and she could scarcely lift her arm
for another stroke. Rahni Vishnan’s shapely bottom was reduced to a
network of welted flesh, specked with little patches of blood where
the skin was entirely gone. The other generals had finished fucking
their cadets while Robin was flogging her classmate, and they
watched the thrashing of the beautiful Indian girl with obvious
pleasure.

Paul finally saw that Robin’s arm was so
weary that her strokes had hardly any impact. In any case, the
coffee-colored cadet was only half-conscious by then, and could
obviously hardly feel the whip strike her mistreated bottom.
“Enough,” he said. Robin dropped the whip to the floor gratefully,
brushed the hair from her face and looked at the general for his
next command.

“You hurt your friend,” he said. “Now you
will make it up to her by making her feel good. Get on your knees
behind her, and lick her pussy until she comes.”

Robin was not bothered by the idea of
Lesbianism. When she thought of it at all, she shrugged mentally at
the strange things some people liked to do. She had kissed and
hugged other girls and women before, but had never felt a hint of
sexual interest. The concept of putting her mouth on another
woman’s labia, and her tongue inside a strange vagina was
unattractive, even a little sickening, but she did not see that she
had any choice. There was a bright side, she realized. At least it
would not hurt her or Rahni.

“Yes, sir,” she said, resignedly dropping
down behind the girl’s corduroyed hemispheres. She pushed the
cadet’s legs further apart, saying reassuringly to the dazed girl,
“Relax, Rahni, it’s just me. I’m not going to hurt you.” Her
fingers gently spread the Indian girl’s nether lips, and she began
to kiss and lick the pink flesh before her.

Paul had returned to stand behind Robin as
she crouched to service her exquisite teammate.

“Get your ass up, cadet,” he demanded. Robin
arched her back obediently, wondering if her bottom was now going
to be the target of the whip. She quickly discovered that he had a
different use in mind for her curvaceous hindquarters when she felt
his fingers smearing something cool and slippery around her
asshole.

“Have you ever taken it up the ass, cadet?”
he asked. He punctuated the question by suddenly slipping two
fingers covered with lubricant inside her little hole and rotating
them side to side, stretching her painfully.

Robin’s body jumped involuntarily at the
intrusion, and she yelped into Rahni’s vulva. She tried to look
back to see what the general was doing, while still keeping her
tongue inside her classmate’s slit.

“I’ll take that as a ‘no’,” the general said.
Robin heard the quiet sound of a zipper opening, and a second later
felt something pressing against her virgin bunghole.

“Don’t stop licking her,” he warned. “I’ll
make you a deal: I’ll take it out as soon as you make her come.
Now, let’s see how you like my cock up your ass, smart girl,” he
said. He held his stiff meat in one hand, directing it into her
brown rosette, while the fingers of his other hand spread wide the
pliable flesh. He took her slowly, partly for fear of damaging his
superior’s property (they had all been warned about using the
cadets too roughly), partly because he wanted to prolong the act
and thereby protract the girl’s suffering.

Robin wept as the general’s rod burrowed
slowly into her bowels. The pain was unlike any other she had
experienced before; it was so intimate. She knew now that she had
been one of the lucky ones up until now, and no longer considered
little Kim Lee to be weak because she broke down and wept in
Robin’s arms when she recalled Colonel Miles sodomizing her. Robin
understood at last what the Asian girl had gone through.

She licked industriously at Rahni’s clit,
sucking it in and out of her teeth until she was rewarded with a
taste of a musky liquid on her tongue.

The general’s cock was four inches deep in
her and her rectum was not growing accustomed to it; to the
contrary, the pain was growing. She licked and sucked Rahni with
total concentration, forcing the general’s advancing penis out of
her consciousness. The Indian cadet responded by lowering her torso
on to Robin’s face and moving her hips in a slow spiral as she
strained to increase the friction.
Come on
, Rahni, Robin
pleaded silently as she felt the general’s belly against her
buttocks and his scrotum gently touched her labia. He had driven
his full length into her, and after a pause to enjoy his
achievement, he began to slowly back out.

Robin suppressed a scream comprised of
frustration, anger and pain. The general’s up-stroke felt different
than the down-stroke, but it was no less painful. She licked Rahni
furiously, and Rahni moaned and rolled her hips in a faster tempo.
At last
, Robin thought. She multiplied her efforts, holding
Vishnan’s love button lightly between her teeth and flicking the
engorged flesh rapidly with the tip of her tongue. This seemed to
do the trick. The Indian cadet ground her hips powerfully into
Robin’s face, calling out, “Own ah, own ah, ich oo!” A flood of
strong fishy tasting fluid poured into Robin’s mouth, over her
face, and down her neck and chest as Rahni climaxed at last. Robin
turned her head to look back at the general still buried deep in
her colon, wiping the Indian girl’s spend off her lips. Would he
keep his end of the bargain? she wondered. If he did not, Robin
knew that she was helpless to enforce his promise.

He smiled at her and pulled out in a sudden
motion, and that hurt too. Robin’s rectum was so stretched by the
invading organ that it remained gaping open, as if waiting to
welcome another visitor. She wondered if it would stay that way
forever.

The general was not done with Robin. He went
to one knee beside her and presented a ring gag like the ones the
four cadets on the bench were wearing. “Put it in your mouth,
cadet,” he directed. “I still haven’t come.”

Robin tried to weep as she held the monstrous
object in her hand and realized how the general was going to use
her. Nothing came. She was dry; there were no tears left. She
fumbled with the gag in her mouth, forcing it into place. It was so
big that it nearly dislocated her jaw. The general secured it with
a strap around the back of her head, and then took her free hand
and looped it to her belt behind her back.

Robin’s mouth was now no more than a lewd,
gaping cavity waiting for her tormentor’s cock to enter. The
general stood, took Robin’s head in his hands, and slowly advanced
his rod into her mouth. She gagged as she tasted the inside of her
own back passage, choked as he pushed past her epiglottis,
increasing her retching reflex, and into her throat.

This was a signal for the other three
officers, who had been watching the stimulating show put on by
Robin as she tongued and sucked Rahni Vishnan to orgasm. They
returned to their involuntary playmates, and started in on them
again with renewed erections, fucking and sodomizing their helpless
young captives.

Robin was finding it was impossible to
breathe with the general’s massive meat lodged in her throat. She
tried to tell him, with motions of her head and little noises in
her throat that she was going to suffocate.

The general looked down at her, holding her
head close to his hairy belly, keeping his cock deep in her throat.
“Relax, cadet, and breathe through your nose,” he told her. “I’m
going to need your throat for a few more minutes.”

Black specks were dancing before Robin’s eyes
and she felt lightheaded. She concentrated her entire being on
relaxing her throat while drawing air through her nose. It worked.
She was able to force a little air in and out of her burning chest
even with that monstrous log in her throat. It was not a complete
lung-filling respiration, but it was enough to allow her to remain
conscious as the general started to pull her head back and forward
on his cock, gradually pumping faster and faster until she felt his
organ pulse inside her and wads of sticky goop shot into her. She
started to choke on his semen, until she coughed up enough of the
stuff to clear her windpipe.

“That is what I call a good skull-fuck,” the
general told Robin as she knelt at his feet. He seemed well pleased
with the way he had handled her. Robin’s head was bowed in
exhaustion; she felt badly misused and all used-up. She wondered if
a life that consisted of such pain and degradation was even worth
living. Then she felt a thrill like an electric charge run through
her body. She discovered, there on her knees at the feet of her
torturer, her face and body covered with sexual fluids, despoiled,
plundered, whipped, at that moment a new strength deep inside, a
determination to endure for as long as she could draw breath into
her body.

She looked up at the man looming over her.
The smirking expression on his face made it obvious that he thought
he had crushed the upstart girl.

Robin savored the way his eyebrows shot up
and his big square jaw dropped when she calmly regarded him and
asked in a neutral voice, “Is there anything else I can do for you,
sir?”

Chapter Seven: Your bodies still belong to
the Army.

Winter settled in, cold and hard. The
barracks were poorly heated, and completely without insulation. As
a consequence, the temperatures inside often dropped into the 30’s.
The cadets took to sharing a bed at night with a friend, just for
warmth. Even this proved insufficient for the bitter cold mountain
nights.

After a series of nights where she was only
able to snatch a few hours of rest in the cold, Kate Swenson loudly
announced, “I don’t know about the rest of you, but I need to get
some
sleep
tonight!”

The others stared at her in surprise. Kate
was one of the quietest members of the platoon, and one of the
toughest. She was rarely heard to raise her voice, and almost never
to complain.

“I’m from Minnesota,” she went on, “and the
way we keep warm when we’re camping out in the winter is to get
together in a sleeping bag in the buff. The damn skinsuits insulate
us too much to share the body heat, and not enough to keep
us
warm. Who wants to try it with me?”

There was a chorus of volunteers. Kate had
the face of a fashion model and the lush body to go with it, and
had in fact modeled swimwear professionally before she joined the
Army. She was, by consensus, the most beautiful cadet in the
platoon.

“Say, Kate,” Kim Lee said reproachfully,
looking up at the tall blonde, “what about me? I thought I was your
partner.” Kim and Kate had been bundling together since the cadets
had begun the practice.

“I didn’t know you cared,” Kate joked. “Sure,
Kim, it’ll be you and me.”

A few of the cadets were a little squeamish
about sharing a bed with another naked girl, and they retained
their clothing under the covers. Most of them, however, after all
they had suffered at the hands of the Army, the humiliations,
handlings, nudity, tortures and assaults, had shed such ridiculous
mores. They were sisters, who had worked together in strife,
suffered together outrageously, and had no one to rely on but each
other. Mere nudity was nothing to most of them.

Jodie Lawrence and Robin were among the first
to bunk together for the night, and they decided to try Kate’s
suggestion. Robin was at little shy the first night they tried
sleeping in the raw. She was afraid that if she touched the little
blonde’s body too much, Jodie would think that Robin was making a
pass at her and she did not want to do anything that might endanger
their friendship. She lay in the bed stiffly, apologizing whenever
her hands, breasts or lips brushed against her companion.

Finally Jodie turned to face Robin and
whispered, “What’s the matter with you, Robin? Are you going to
keep this up all night? Do you want to go back to wearing the
skinsuits?”

“No, Jodie,” Robin said. “I guess I was just
afraid you might think…” she trailed off.

Jodie grinned. Robin could see her teeth
gleam in the darkness. It reminded her of the Cheshire Cat. “I
might think that my best friend was a rug-munching lezzie and was
trying to drag me into a life of sin?” she finished.