Thread: Army Girl! (Jack Stalker and GracieParker)

Army Girl! It was well known that you needed to break someone down in order to build them back up in the army, of course that only applied to men who you wanted to follow orders in combat. It didn't apply to officers, Drill instructors or to the women who served in the armed forces. Women? In combat? The very thought was laughable and behind the scenes, away from the politics and public eye, everyone knew that women served only one purpose in the military especially the Navy, but also widely in the Army. It was to service the men, help boost morale and to provide comfort to the soldiers who did their duty and risked their lives each day. They were fuck toys, sluts, whores and holes to cum in. Each selected, trained, punished and driven to become efficient sluts for the use of the men. Some were ear marked for officer use as soon as they enlisted, others were given as rewards for services rendered. Kristen Steward was one such girl, assigned to the top and most successful instructor to use as he saw fit, Damon Hounsou. When he laid eyes on her, he knew that there was only going to be one use for her fit young body. Having been assigned to go to Iraq in the upcoming week's he knew that he would need to take a 'fresh' woman with him, as the ones out there had likely been ruined already by the desperate and repeated fucking they would have been exposed to. Kirsten was going to be his personal assistant, his aide, his hot young fuck toy, as soon as he was through with her instructional training. He knew she was intelligent enough to know what went on in the army, perhaps she was even looking forward to it? Regardless he was going to ensure that by the time he was ready to ship out, she would be in perfect shape to accompany him. She was in a mixed sex batch for training and already he had punished any man who dared to look at or approach her, to the point where now she was largely shunned by her fellow soldiers, ether through fear of what he would do to them in the form of punishment beatings or assigning exhausting impossible tasks, through to being forced to endure torture like attention, based on sex and looks. Whether she had noticed or not, it was clear that private Steward was his property now, as much as that of the Army, his to use, abuse and train as he saw fit. Now, only a few days after she had been taken into the training barracks set up on a military base in Saudi, he was ready to step up her training and take it to the next level. He would no longer rely on simple verbal chastisement and exhausting exercises, now there would be a close physical elements brought into play, as it was time to show the cock teasing little slut that serving in a mans army brought special rewards and privileges, eventually, to those who knew how to obey and comply with the orders of a superior officer. He was being assigned a Captain, naturally, and her presence was going to provide him with much entertainment, now and when he eventually departed. Heading into the barracks, early in the morning after having the squad run through drills until late the previous night, would bring him all the excuse he needed to isolate her from the group for some morning training. Training which would ensure that her flesh bent to his will. It took only a few moments, waling along the rows of privates all standing to attention in their combat pants, boots and tight sleeveless vests, to spot some lazy bed making next to Private Steward. A moment later and he was barking his disgust. You had one job Private, to make your bed. Insolence, disobedience and refusal to follow orders is something which cannot be tolerated in this army. You just bought your unit a three mile hike in full gear. As for you, come with me. he growled, reaching out her grabbed her by her hair and dragged her from the barracks, a trip many others had been forced to make. Marching her painfully through corridors until they reached his discipline room, deep in the headquarters building. A simple room, barren except for a chair in the middle and a bare metal frame of a bed against one wall. restraints dangling from its corner posts. The room was coated with fractured decaying plaster and had splatters of blood decorating the walls, floor and a hook fixed to the ceiling. A lone light bulb lit the place and a single table next to the chair supported a metal briefcase, atop which was an electric razor. Damon wasted no time dragging Kristen down onto the chair, then moving to stand in front of her. You need to understand two things private Steward. What you should be doing to obey orders and what we are going to be doing to you, to help you be a better soldier. he grinned. First this needs to go. he tugged at her hair, So that you cant be dragged about so easily by an enemy, for example. Second we need to make sure that in doing so your uniform isn't tarnished by your hairs. So strip. he gave her a simple command, but the look in his eyes would have revealed that, just like everyone else who looked her way, he was already raping her with his gaze, mentally fucking her as he looked her up and down. Fewer and fewer of her fellow privates looked at her that way now, after punishments and beatings, until only his eyes seared her flesh and raked back and forth over her during exercises and training gym sessions. Standing there, unashamedly sporting a hard on which bulged out and strained at his own combats, he waited for compliance. As for the rest of the situation, you have to realise that you are a liability Private Steward. A privileged white bitch, in a mans army? If you were captured, and a hot piece of white ass like you would certainly be captured rather than shot! You would be raped to rags, made drunk on Iraqi cock, forced to sell out your unit, your fellow soldiers, all for one more fuck. Your cunt is more valuable than gold among their kind, your flesh a commodity to be traded, used and abused. Well, before that happens you need to be trained against such things. You need to be taught that Iraqi's tiny cocks are no match for an American soldiers. You need to be taught that a cunt can only have one master, that you can only have one true calling, to serve your commanding officer and to follow his every order and whim.. he explained, moving behind her and clicking on the razor, the buzzing sound filling the room as he waited to begin shaving her head until she was naked. Youre not here to be assigned to fight in some random front line unit. No, Private Steward, you are far too precious for that. No, you have been selected to serve one man, one master. I think you now what I mean you spoiled little white bitch. he told her, bringing his eyes up to hers. Now, strip, so we can get things started. he finished, grabbing her by the hair once more, pulling her onto her feet. Remove your vest... he moved his hand to her shoulder, stroking it down her back, ...and your pants. he slapped her ass, his powerful hand filling the room with a resounding echo as it smacked against her firm taut ass. Show me that you can do as you are fucking told girl. Unless you think you are too special to lose your hair, too precious to be punished in this way.. in which case I am prepared to listen to your arguments to the contrary. he leaned in, his hot breath on her ear, the back of her neck, his body pressing against hers for a moment from behind. I am prepared to have you convince me otherwise.