Thread: Army Girl! (Jack Stalker and GracieParker)

Kristen remembered the exact look her mom had on her face when she told her parents that she had just joined the army. She had been sitting across them in an armchair in their living room. Confusion and incomprehension displayed distinctly on her mothers features as it was impossible for Mrs. Steward to understand why her daughter would do such a thing. Her precious fragile girl, didn't she had everything a young woman could ask for? It was something that nearly brought her to tears. Kristens father was a different matter though. He had a concerned look on his face as well, yet there was also cleary pride in his bright green eyes. The same green eyes that had looked back at him expectantly from across the room. Mister Steward was a veteran himself, a true patriot who held the armed forces in high regard, despite the more leftist liberal approach they had taken in the upbringing of their daughter. That was to be owed to the world view of his wife though. They had voiced their concerns that day and her mother had tried everything to change her mind but it was all for naught. Kristen had made her decision. I have signed the contract mom, I am going to do this! I am gonna serve my country and make it a better place! She had said and with that the conversation had been pretty much over. How could one argue with that? Her parents did not and the young brunette was quite happy that it went over without a bigger fight. Especially because she was not sure that she could have held up her reasoning behind her decision if her parents had made her the subject of intense questioning. The truth was, Kristen was not rally a patriot, she did not really care about the country or its security. What she truly cared about was getting out of this situation she was in, out of the constructed reality that made her sick to her stomach. She wanted to go away from the poisonous environment where women screamed for equality and better payment. Away from a mother that thought her daughter was the next poster child of the next successful generation, a future lawyer or CEO of a big tech company. Kristen wanted away from the unjustified entitlement that people of her age were carrying around like a cloak, away from men that behaved like women. She had become sick of the way men had treated her throughout her teenage years. Though it was most likely not the fault of the guys, but that of the mothers who had raised them, mothers like Kristens. She remembered her own mother forcing those ideals down her throat. True men show feelings Kristen, she had said. Stay away from those jocks who think hitting another person makes them more of a man. After a few months of that Kristen had started to ignore her mothers empty phrases, they just did not reflect what was inside herself. The slim brunette felt entirely different about the world. She liked real men, guys who are not afraid to take a stance. Guys who defend whats theirs, with violence if need be. Once in high school Kristen had witnessed two boys having an argument about a girl until one of the guys knocked the other one out. Even though it had nothing to do with her, it had made her feel excited. So when the time came to decide on the next step of her life it was clear to her that she needed to get out of this wet dream for leftist feminists who did not truly wanted equality, they wanted to subjugate men. In Kristens mind though, men had to be men. Therefore she pondered her options and after only a few days the military seemed the obvious choice. An institution that is made up almost entirely of men, where testosterone levels are running high and relief is on short supply. Where guys who distinguish themselves as alpha males get to climb up the rankings and weaklings get left behind. That was a reality that was much more align with the world view Kristen had and she was already looking forward to the guys competing over her. Despite having a rather unconventional world view for this day and age, Kristen was not stupid or delusional. She knew that guys liked her pale skin, her lean body and her long legs. It would be as if one put a goldfish into a shark tank. Only a quick research had enlightened her in the ways most women are treated in the military. There is the public conception that ponders to the left winged weaklings and there is the truth. Women are often subjected to misogyny and are expected to serve not only their country, but also the men who defend it. It was her opportunity to finally encounter some real men. Up on arriving at her designated bootcamp it seemed like Kristens christmas and birthday had come early. The drill instructor that had been assigned to her mixed gender company was Damon Hounsou, a tall muscular black man who was everything a man should be and more. Right from the get go he showed no compassion to anyone, punishing every little misstep with no mercy and leaving no doubt about who was in charge. The young brunette was immediately taken in by his alpha male aura. This was the kind of man she was looking for, not those crybabies back home. There had been other guys in the bootcamp who tried their best to compete for her attention as she had predicted. She even had shown slight interest in one or two, yet their behaviour changed with every day that passed. The reason behind this was drill instructor Hounsou. He had punished and exhausted every man who had shown interest in her in such an excessive way that her fellow recruits has deemed it not worth it anymore. Unlike in the pamphlets it was not uncommon for Hounsou to dish out beatings and other sanctions that would probably not hold up in front of the Geneva Convention, yet no one would dare to speak about it publicly. The men high above tolerated his style for a good reason. The recruits that came out of his guidance were the best soldiers the army had to offer. He would take in boys, get rid of the weaklings and produce dangerous killing machines. The best of the best. Kristen had asked herself in the beginning how she ended up in his company but after a few days it became quite obvious. The way he punished every guy who craved her company until all her fellow recruits ignored her, the way he seemed to have it out for her when he was administering punishment. The guys had understood quite quickly and the brunette was not far behind in the realization that she had been chosen by him. She would be the one and he would not let any lesser man chime in and disrupt his conquest. Therefore it was no surprise that she was included in the list of roughly 13 of the recruits in Hounsous company to go with him to a military base in Saudi Arabia. It was uncommon, but the tall black instructor was enjoying a certain freedom within the rules that others would not even dream off. Kristen was the only female recruit that was included in the redeployment to the middle east. Officially her company was about to see some combat action in Iraq, yet the young woman had no doubt why she was there with the guys. It was unlikely she would see a real firefight, though she would be ready if it came to it, she was craving something else entirely anyway. The tension that had been building since day one between her and drill instructor Hounsou was close to rupturing and she was curious as to what would finally do it. Catching herself with a warm tingling between her legs whenever he was screaming at her, or punishing a male recruit that had been talking to her, Kristen felt the need to push her luck a bit. Knowing full well that her superior officer did not tolerate imperfection she purposefully left visible winkled on her bed after she got up, almost eagerly awaiting his reaction. Just before he arrived at her bunk her fellow recruit Private Graves pointed out her mistake. Steward, your bed, what are you doing you crazy bitch? He will punish us all! He whispered next to her. Shut your fucking mouth Graves! She spat back under her breath. The following screaming sparked that tingling again inside her as he was chewing her out in front of everybody. The fact that the whole company was being send on a three mile hike in full gear was something she could not care less about as it seemed that she had achieved her goal. He had finally singled her out, a moment she had been anticipating for a while now and she was eager to find out what would be waiting for her. The moment his big hand grabbed a fistful of her brown mane caused a whispered sigh of excitement to leave her mouth. Forcefully he dragged her along the corridors, almost making her stumble and fall down, yet the firm grip did not losen up one bit. When the arrived in his discipline room, another jolt of thrill drenched her insides. It looked more like a torture room than a discipline room. The single light above, the chair in the middle but especially the metal bed frame against the wall with the restraints in the corners reminded her of some torture scenes she had seen in movies and which now triggered the wildest fantasies involving her restraint to that frame inside her mind. She could feel her breathing getting heavier already. After he had placed her on the chair he started to talk about him helping her and the second time this day he grabbed her hair, suggesting it needed to go, was the first time she felt disagreement. Her hair was an asset, something that made her desirable. At the notice of having to strip however this thought was pushed back and the excitement was back. The way he casually disregarded all the rules and laws was another reason to be utterly impressed with his persona. He did not stop there however, but explained how she was nothing more than a liability. Meat for the enemy to ravage which would cause her to betray her country if she did not know better and that was something he wanted to teach her. Even though she was in that moment only craving his attention, the thought of getting raped to rags by the enemy forces did sound appealing, though she would never admit that. When he pulled her to her feet by her hair and slapped her firm ass she could not help but to let out another gasp. With the razor in his hand her thought turned back to her hair once more and she searched inside her head for a reason not to let him shave her head. He offered to listen to her argument and as she was not to keen to lose the hair she thought of something, carefully choosing her words as she was full aware that rubbing him the wrong way could end up very bad for her. She turned around, freeing herself from his shadow momentarily. Sir, you said the enemy could use my hair to drag me around. The private would like to request her superior officer to teach her in the hand to hand combat techniques that would be required to prevent that from happening despite the length of her hair. Her green eyes locked onto his, the smooth skin on her face not betraying the emotional bomb that was ticking inside her mind.