The platoon unanimously elected Jodie Lawrence. She quickly assigned the work, and then made personally certain that there was nothing for Powers to complain about during the inspection.
After inspection, they marched to a brick building that looked much newer than any of the ramshackle wooden structures they had seen so far. Powers explained that this was the school where they would learn Military Science, “…if you cunts are capable of learning anything,” he added gratuitously. The school was huge and rambling, and was obviously intended for more than the thirty of them. Powers led them into an enormous auditorium. Robin estimated that the room could seat more than five hundred people. They were directed to fill the center sections of the first two rows.
Standing on the proscenium stage, waiting for the cadets to file into their seats, were two men. One they had already met: their Company Commander, Captain Wagner. The other was an older man, tall and lean, with thinning white hair, a bushy white mustache and watery blue eyes, wearing the eagles of a full colonel on his shoulder straps.
When the cadets had settled in, the colonel cleared his throat and began to speak into a microphone on a stand before him.
“Welcome, cadets, to the National Women’s Military Academy at High Point,” his amplified voice boomed from the overhead speakers. “I am the Cadet Commandant, Colonel Lester Miles. My job will be to help you to become the female officers that our country will need in the coming years. You cadets will be the pathfinders for hundreds, thousands of your sisters who will someday pass through this Academy; the first of many who will train here and win commissions as officers in our armed services. Each of you will become a cadet advisor for a group of new cadets when the first full class enters the Academy in the spring.
“The motto of the United States Military Academy is ‘duty, honor, country’. Your motto is adapted from that one: it is ‘duty, service, country’. You have been selected as the best of the best to be in this first group, the First Platoon of the “A” Company of the Women’s Cadet Regiment. The success or failure of this unit, you thirty cadets, will go far in determining the future of the whole idea of women officers.”
He paused, looking them over thoughtfully. “I want to tell you a little about the officer training program of which you are now a part. This Academy is the special project of the Chief of the General Staff, General Cafferson, who will be personally following the progress each cadet in this group, you of the First Cadet Platoon, ‘A’ Company of the Cadet Regiment. Each one of you was individually approved by General Cafferson himself for appointment. The General wants this Academy to succeed, and he wants you to succeed. Unlike his predecessor, who did not believe that females had a place in the American military, General Cafferson has the strongest possible faith in the unique abilities of women. This Academy was designed to harness those gifts. When you are commissioned upon graduation, you will each be assigned as a personal aide to a combat officer of brigadier-general’s rank or higher, or the naval equivalent thereof.
“You will therefore receive training in every aspects of modern warfare, logistics, electronic warfare, space weapons, drone systems, strategic planning, everything, in short, that your general or admiral will need you to know to be able to function efficiently as a member of his staff. Your test scores assure us that each of you will be able to complete the course of instruction.”
Colonel Miles paused again. Robin had the feeling that she was about to discover the reason for the unusual nature of this military academy. “But you were not chosen for brains alone. No, you will also be serving a second role, as important as the first. You will be your general’s personal aide. You were each selected for your youth and sexual attractiveness, because you will be required to satisfy your general sexually, in every particular, whenever called upon to do so.”
At this, several of the cadets blurted out, “No! I’m not a whore! We won’t!”
Captain Wagner moved to the front of the stage. “Silence, cadets!” he shouted in a voice as hard as steel. The room fell still. “This is disgraceful conduct. The insubordinate cadets who have demeaned themselves by their interrupting the Commandant will now identify themselves for discipline. If they do not do so, their fellow cadets shall report them.”
There was a dead silence, during which the cadets exchanged glances, then drew themselves up and looked defiantly ahead. Robin had not said anything, but she thought that the cadet next to her had. She had no intention of turning her in, or any other member of the platoon.
The Captain looked at Colonel Miles, then at the cadets and nodded. “Very well. In that case, the entire platoon will receive five strokes each of administrative correction immediately after the completion of orientation.”
The Colonel cleared his throat, and Captain Wagner turned to look at him. “Are you certain five strokes are quite sufficient for the offense, Captain?” he asked pointedly.
“No, Colonel, on further consideration, ten…” The Colonel cleared his throat again. “…fifteen strokes, is the very least I can assign for such conduct.”
The Colonel nodded. “I must agree, Captain,” he said.
As Robin considered what fifteen strokes of Sergeant Powers’ crop on her ass was going to feel like, she heard a high, clear voice behind her call out fearlessly, “I was the one who spoke, sir. Punish me.” The astonished Robin turned to see who had the courage to take the platoon’s punishment on herself. She saw little Jodie Lawrence standing at attention, looking Colonel Miles straight in the eye.
The Colonel returned her gaze evenly. “What is your name, cadet?” he asked.
“Cadet Jodie Lawrence, sir,” she answered.
“Cadet Lawrence, do you mean to tell me that you were the only cadet to interrupt in that insubordinate manner?” he asked. “I am certain that I heard several voices.”
“Yes sir, that is exactly what I mean,” Jodie responded promptly. “It was me, and nobody else but me.”
Robin was unable to sit quietly any longer. She rose to her feet, and she spoke without knowing what was about to come out of her mouth. “You should punish me, Colonel, sir, not Cadet Lawrence. I was the one.”
The two officers turned their heads to stare at her in amazement. Before either one could react to Robin’s confession, another sweet, high voice to her right said, “I was the one, sir, punish me, not them.”
It was as if a dam burst. For the next thirty seconds, the great hall echoed with a hubbub of girlish voices as the entire platoon began to call out confessions and volunteer for punishment.
“Attention!” bellowed the red-faced Sergeant Powers at his most deafening volume. Their military training took over, and girls obeyed, straightening up to stand as silent and motionless as statues, with shoulders thrown back, chests forward and their delightful titties prominently displayed, outlined in their skin-tight fatigues.
“I must apologize for my cadets, Colonel,” Captain Wagner said. “It seems that rather than listening to their Commandant, they want to play games. With your permission, sir, I ask to suspend the orientation so that I can accommodate them immediately.”
“If you had not asked permission, that would have been my order to you, Captain,” the Colonel replied. “I think you must handle this issue expeditiously.”
“Cadet Lawrence, front and center,” the Captain ordered. Jodie made her way past her motionless classmates to the end of the row, and then walked down in front of the stage to stand directly below Captain Wagner.
“Cadet, it is your claim that you were the one and only insubordinate cadet, that you the only one deserving of punishment?” he asked.
“Yes sir, Captain,” she replied in a steady voice. “I was the one and the only one. There wasn’t anybody else.”
“Sergeant Powers, will you escort Cadet Lawrence to the discipline bars outside her platoon barracks, and see that she has an opportunity to enjoy the cable clamps. I will give you ten minutes and then I will bring the rest of the platoon to join you.”
“Now march,” he ordered, whacking her across her firm bottom globes with his stick. She yelped, and then quickly moved off. Powers followed close behind her, plying his baton on her ass. They heard the blows echoing in the hall until the door closed behind them, but Jodie did not make a sound after the first yelp.
The Captain and the Colonel said nothing for a long time after that, and an ominous silence seemed to settle on the silent auditorium. At last, Wagner glanced at his watch and nodded.
“I believe Sergeant Powers must have Cadet Lawrence ready for us, Colonel,” he said. “Would you care to accompany the platoon to witness the disciplinary procedure?”
“Thank you, Captain. I believe I will,” Colonel Miles replied.
The Captain took them out of the hall, and paraded them back through the maze of buildings to their quarters. Before “B” barracks was in sight, they heard a scream. It was kind of scream that rips at the throat of the screamer, that shocks the mind of the hearer. It was a primitive, animal sound. Robin could not believe that a human throat could make such a noise. It sounded as if it had been ripped from the throat of some suffering, mindless beast.
Wagner turned to the Colonel. “It sounds like Cadet Lawrence and Sergeant Powers are ready for us, sir.”
The cadets marched in time behind their company commander, following him around to the side of the barracks until he brought them to a halt before a concrete block platform that had metal poles and crossbars looking vaguely like exercise equipment fixed in the top. He formed them into two lines facing the platform.
On the platform they could see two figures, one much larger than the other. The smaller one was Jodie Lawrence. Her fatigue top had been opened to expose her breasts, as had the closures on the front of her pants, exposing her blond bush and pubic triangle. Her wrists were still confined at her sides by her belt. A pair of thin cables ran through a series of pulleys attached to a metal crossbar directly over her head, and then down to attach to her nipples with metal clamps. Even more horribly, Robin saw that another cable ran down between her legs, disappearing inside her pussy. Jodie’s mouth was open, and a fourth cable was fixed to her tongue, pulling it grotesquely out of her open mouth.
A smiling Sergeant Powers held a box through which the ends of all four cables passed. An orange extension cord ran from the box to an electrical outlet on the outside wall of the barracks. Powers had the cables pulled up so that the little blonde’s tits were pointing almost straight up and her hips were thrust lewdly forward in an effort to relieve the pull on her suffering clitoris, to which the lower cable was clamped. She looked at the cadets with wild eyes. It seemed to Robin that when Jodie’s eyes met hers, for a split second she seemed to be trying to tell her something. The contact suddenly ended when Sergeant Powers pushed a button on the box he held, grinning nastily as did so.
The blonde cadet screamed hideously again and jumped up and down like a spastic marionette.
“There’s a nice charge lighting up her cunny and tits, girls,” he gloated. “She doesn’t seem to like it.” He released the button, and the blonde ceased her mad, hopping dance.
“Now, Cadet Lawrence has offered to take the punishment by the entire platoon upon herself,” the Captain told the assembled cadets, all of whom braced at attention, silent tears wetting their faces as they witnessed the Calvary of their gallant classmate. “Since she is taking on a burden for so many others, her punishment must be substantial. She must remain as you see her until dinner, at 1800 hours,” he consulted his watch, “which is nine hours and forty minutes from now….” He faced Colonel Miles, “…if that seems appropriate to you, sir.”
The Colonel looked at the little blonde suffering on the platform. She stared back at him, desperately pleading with her eyes. “Yes, Captain, I think it is a fair and appropriate response to the offense.”
Jodie shook her head in hopeless despair and made a gobbling sound. It was obvious that she would never be able to endure ten more hours of agony. Robin could not hold back the tears that now filled her eyes as she watched her new friend’s agony.
“Now, if one of you brave girls offered to take her place, I don’t think Cadet Lawrence would object,” the Captain said suddenly, looking up at the little blonde. Jodie viewed the other cadets through pale blue eyes now filled with unendurable suffering, making sounds that they could not interpret. Powers jabbed his thumb into the button on the box again, launching his victim into the bizarre, hopping dance again, and reviving the weird gurgling sounds.
“Enough, Sergeant,” the Captain said. “Take the clip from her tongue, and we’ll hear what Cadet Lawrence has to say.”
Powers stepped close to the girl and squeezed the clamp on her tongue, releasing it.
“Please, Captain, Colonel, I’m sorry, I apologize, please let me down…” she babbled desperately.
“I want you to answer a question, cadet,” the Captain cut in. “If one of your classmates is willing to take your place for the rest of the night, will you agree to let her do so? That is the only way you are getting down tonight.”
She turned to face the silent rows of cadets. No one spoke up. There was not a single volunteer to take her place. The little blonde closed her eyes and let her head drop to her breast in exhaustion or despair.
“What,” asked the Captain, in mock surprise “no volunteers?”
Robin wished that the ground would open up and swallow her. She was ashamed to discover what a coward she was. She wanted to be brave enough to take the little cadet’s place, to save her and show the evil Captain and that old sadist of a Colonel that she was strong enough to sacrifice herself, but she just could not. She was too weak to face ten hours of agony on that platform.
“Cadet Lawrence, do you truly wish to end this punishment?” Captain Wagner asked.
“Sir, yes I do, please, I’ll do anything, sir,” Jodie quickly.
“Will you get down on your knees, sincerely apologize to Colonel Miles and to me, and thank Sergeant Powers for providing this correction?” he asked.
“Yes, sir!” the girl shouted. “The second you release me, sir.”
“Will you cheerfully and without reserve, service Sergeant Powers and me sexually right here in front of your classmates…” he looked at Miles, who nodded, “…and then accompany Colonel Miles to his quarters, to serve him tonight in any way he desires?” he asked.
Lawrence did not hesitate. She was utterly drained, all her reserves gone. “Sir, I will do anything, whatever you ask, whatever Sergeant Powers asks without reservation. You can use me any way you want. I will go with the Colonel, and serve him like a cheap whore, if you please let me down.”
“Then you may remove the clamps and release the cadet, Sergeant,” Captain Wagner announced.
Powers talked to the girl quietly while he fiddled with the clamps. “I hope you like taking it up the ass, you smart little cunt, ’cause I got ten inches in my pants that you’re gonna ask me to bury up there,” he jeered.
Robin, who had felt so strong and brave back in the auditorium when she rose to confess insubordination, was now crushed. She felt a sick feeling in her stomach when she realized that the Captain could have just as easily chosen her to be where Jodie was now. The blonde’s defeat made her spirits sink lower than she could ever remember. If they could break down a courageous girl like Jodie Lawrence so easily, she had no chance to resist them when her time came. Her only hope was to somehow get out of this nightmarish Academy, but she did not know how.
The little cadet’s apology was painful to watch. She begged the Colonel’s pardon for her disrespectful and insubordinate attitude, calling herself stubborn, stupid and ignor
ant. She thanked the Captain for ordering her torture, blessed him for showing her mercy, and thanked Sergeant Powers for correcting her. At the end, she crawled to the Captain’s feet and pressed her lips to his boot, then did the same for the Sergeant, who smirked at her nastily.
The Captain put the cadets at parade rest before he and the Sergeant began to ravish Jodie’s fresh, young body, saying, “We’re probably going to be here for a while. Relax, watch and learn, cadets.”
The Captain quietly interviewed the girl, and discovered that the nineteen-year-old had only copulated one time, as a going away present for her boyfriend when she enlisted. She had never attempted oral or anal sex, and was clearly terrified of what the two men might do to her.
Sergeant took the first turn, ordering her to kneel near the edge of the platform, with her knees wide apart, and masturbate in front of the platoon. She was so nervous and touched herself so gingerly that it took a long time for her to even become lubricated. The impatient Sergeant bent down to whisper something in her ear and point to the cables that swung slowly back and forth on the crossbar. Jodie nodded emphatically and began fingering her slit in earnest. In a few minutes, the girl’s eyes were closed, her mouth a little open, and her fingers working furiously on her engorged clit. She panted as she neared her climax, but she was not permitted to finish. Sergeant Powers pulled her hand out of her pussy a few rubs before she climaxed, and placed her on one hand and knees, keeping the girl’s arm pinned behind her back to hold her in place. She groaned in disappointment, and cried out when Powers twisted her arm savagely, and crudely demanded she raise her ass up to be fucked.
Powers pulled his cock out of his pants with one hand, while maintaining his control over the little cadet with the other. He looked like some repulsive primeval beast when he knelt behind the weeping blonde and brutally entered her delicate vagina. She cried out as he repeatedly roughly drove into her, and again as soon as he sensed that she was about to climax and pulled out. Captain Wagner, who had been watching all this time, now approached the little beauty suffering at the hands of the beast. He demanded that she open her mouth to accept his rod, which was so erect that it was practically standing straight up. His cock was a little longer than Powers’, Robin guessed, although perhaps not as thick.
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