Casey knew she couldn't stand another night in the barracks, and knew that she had become a kind of toy for the hard core dykes like Karen. When the opportunity presented itself she jumped into the back of a delivery truck leaving the base, and hid amongst some empty boxes and crates. 
        The truck had hardly been moving for five minutes when it stopped. The flap was pulled up and a soldier's face peered inside. He glared at her and motioned her out. She was led across the field to the stockade, where two enormous MPs were waiting. They handcuffed her again, and then took her out of the jail to a waiting jeep. 
        They delivered her to the provost marshals office where two officers greeted her with narrowed eyes and flat looks. She was stripped again, this time not even complaining, so tired and resigned was she. Her wrists were engulfed by thick leather ties, and then she was hauled up into the air. 
        Her ankles were similarly tied, so that once she was a couple of inches off the floor, the leather bindings on her ankles began to resist the upward pressure on her wrists until her body was drawn as taught as a bow. She was hanging in the air, just above the floor, in a perfect X shape, her arms and legs spreadeagled. 
        "Private Donovan, we don't like troublemakers in the ranks here,@ said the captain.
        He was a beefy man of middle years, with dark brown hair in a crew cut. He smoked a thick cigar that made the entire room reek. 
    The woman next to him was a Lieutenant. She had long black hair, much longer than regulations usually permitted in fact. It hung straight down her back and over her shoulders. She was very tall, almost six feet, with deep green eyes in a thin, lean face. Her body was almost Voluptuous, her hips wide, her breasts big and high.  
        "Perhaps it's time you learned just what this base is for Donovan,@ the captain said.
        He puffed on his cigar and walked over to stand just in front of her looking down. 
        "There is only one kind of Marine, Donovan," he said," and you ain=t it! There are no female marines."
        Casey raised her head in confusion. 
        "There are some split tails, who are dressed up like marines, and call themselves marines in public, but they ain=t marines, baby. We bring in little split tails like you to keep morale up for our officer corps. We give you a pretty uniform, and let you stay on the base, and in areas where family aren=t allowed, but your only purpose is to serve the officers you=re assigned to." 
        He slid his fingers through her hair, then tightened them and pulled her head up to face him as he drew in close. 
        "You=re a little fuck wad! You know what that is? You=re here for fucking and sucking and nothing else, except maybe a little dictation and typing and shit like that." 
        She stared at him in shock. He pushed her head back and walked away. "We expect you to be highly disciplined. To do what you=re told, when you=re told, and not ask any questions or complain,@ he said. 
        He strode back to her and stood a foot or so away looking her up and down. "Look at you. Fucking is what you were made for, what God designed you for! You can have a good life with the corps. We treat our tarts right, here!" But, you must be disciplined. You=re already behind the rest of your class." 
        He walked around behind her, and she felt his hand sliding up and down her bottom. His hand covered her ass completely. "We know, from your reactions in the shower, and last night in the barracks, that you are a hot piece of fucking material,@ he said.
        Casey's mouth opened in surprise. "You didn't think we knew?" he laughed.
        His hand moved  off her bottom and he came around in front of her to grin down at her. "The girls were all part of the program Donovan," 
        "You can't escape, Donovan. If you do, you'll find a warrant out on you for murder, treason, whatever the hell we want, and nobody would believe you for a second, anyway." 
        He gestured toward the lieutenant behind him. "This is Lieutenant Caldwell, she'll be your training officer. After you leave here, you'll be trained in all the necessary arts to make a marine officer happy. She'll also teach you to be obedient." 
        Casey hardly heard him, her stunned brain was reeling from the information, and from the horrifying realization that she was to be little more than a prostitute, a sex slave for some marine officer or officers, who would do whatever they wanted with her body!
        The lieutenant stepped forward, and moved over to a table not far from where Casey was hanging. "First we will teach you the imprudence of attempting to escape,@ he said, sitting himself down on a chair a few feet away.
        The lieutenant brought thin, black wires up from the table, each was attached to a machine and had little copper alligator clips on the end. The lieutenant pushed one of the clips over her right nipple and closed it.
        Casey gasped in pain as the clip bit tightly into her nipple. She bit her lip to keep from crying out loud as the nipple was pinched outrageously. The lieutenant then attached the other clip to her left nipple, causing a new flareup of stinging pain.
        "The only way you little bitches can learn anything is with a good dose of pleasure and pain,@ the captain said, "We'll give you some good hard cock, to teach you pleasure, and a here we'll show you some pain."
        The woman pulled another little wire over and then slid it downwards to her pussy. Casey cried out in a short yelp of pain as it tightened on her clitoris.
        Her arms and legs were so tightly held that she was completely unable to move, only her fingers, and toes twitched to show the pain the clips gave her.
        "All right, Melonie, begin,@ the captain ordered. For a second, Casey felt a tingling in her groin, then she threw back her head and screamed as her pussy exploded in burning heat. Her pelvis shook and vibrated as hundreds of volts of electricity shot into her clitoris.
        The pain stopped as abruptly as it had started, and Casey collapsed inwardly, then suddenly fire seared burned into her nipples. Her chest shuddered, and her breath locked in her lungs as her breasts bounced and wobbled in agony.
        "Starting to get the picture Casey?" the captain asked, matter of factly. AWe won't mark your body, but we will show you that it belongs to us now."
        He nodded at the lieutenant, and Casey screamed again as her pussy and breasts exploded together.
        Her head jerked and swayed as the bolts of electricity shot into her body. They drove the air from her lungs, so she couldn't even scream, but only whimper and gasp with desperate choking sounds.
        The lieutenant alternated the shocks, sometimes in the breasts, sometimes the clit, or sometimes just one breast. Each time Casey was stunned into helpless gargling silence.
        Then, as the shocks subsided she would gasp in relief, and sob piteously despite herself. Every nerve ending was laid bare and shocked into agonized, screaming protest.
        Casey was covered with sweat, her hair hanging down in stringy limp strands, as the captain stood up and came forward. He had a short tube in his hand, like a nightstick, only metal. The dazed girl looked at him unseeingly through half closed eyes, as he stood next to her and smiled.
        She felt a sharp pressure at her behind, then felt a long cold instrument push inside. It went far up inside her, causing her more pain, as it skewered her tight little bottom.
        Then she screamed anew, this time pain shot through her system from inside. It was like an explosion going off inside her belly. Her guts churned and twisted around as the captain held the instrument up inside her.
        The pain stopped and she slumped in her shackles, as the captain chuckled. He pumped the tube up and down in her anus, then moved away. The lieutenant held the tube in place.
        The shock came again, searing through her insides, and sending the blonde into a twitching shaking fit of pain filled horror. Then the shocks all hit her at once, in the bottom, pussy and breasts, and she was blasted into senselessness.
        She woke up with the lieutenant waving a foul smelling bottle under her nose. "This is no time to go to sleep, Donovan, just when you=re starting to learn,@ the captain said.
        The woman moved away and Casey felt her wrists coming down as the ropes were lowered, then she gasped as her legs were pulled out from under her. The ropes raised her legs in the air as her arms were lowered until she was in a X position again, only this time horizontal, about three or four feet high, facing the floor.
        Casey's arms and shoulders ached from the punishing pressure placed on them, she was afraid her arms would pull out of their sockets.
        The captain stepped behind her, and between her legs, and then she felt a his hands stroking her taught buttocks with smooth gentle strokes.
        "Such a lovely little ass, Donovan,@ he complimented her.
        Then she felt a pressure at her anal opening. She looked down the length of her body and saw the Captains pants around his ankles. She groaned inwardly, as she felt her anus pushed open and the captain forced his cock down her anal opening. Then began to sodomize her with an easy, unruffled stroke.
        "You have a great ass here, Donovan,@ he said, "I'm sure a lot of men are going to enjoy it before long." 
        His hands squeezed her buttocks lightly, then kneaded the rounded cheeks with greater strength, fingers digging into the flesh.
        Casey was growing dizzy as her head hung downward. She hardly felt his cock as it slid in and out of her anus for several minutes, her mind was still in a confused turmoil, and her body was too busy recovering from the electric shocks.
        Compared to that, sodomy was a pleasant thing. Which of course was the idea. The captain slid his hands down along Casey's hips, enjoying the smooth soft feeling of her teenage skin.
        His hands moved down over her belly and then up onto her breasts, which hung straight down from her body like two cow udders.
        "These are nice milk sacks baby,@ he sighed, squeezing them in heavy clutching paws.
        His hips began pounding into her crotch with greater intensity, as he felt his cock overheating. His thrusts grew faster, more forceful. Then he groaned softly and spurted his seeds down into the blonde teenager's rectum. He patted her on the behind and then withdrew.
        He came around to the front and dragged her head up by the hair, until she was looking directly at his slimy, flaccid penis. "Clean this off for me Donovan,@ the captain ordered.
        She wearily complied, opening her mouth to receive his cock.
        He shoved it inside, and she started suckling and licking on it, trying to ignore the taste of her own anus coming off it. His cock grew larger and harder as she suckled, and soon it was pushing at the back of her throat.
        He held Casey's head up with tight hands and began humping his groin forward, pushing his cock-head roughly against the back of her mouth.
        Suddenly, his fat cock-head pushed past her mouth and down into her throat. Casey choked, and fought back her stomach, which threatened to erupt. The cock went down her throat blocking her air tube completely.
        "Nothing like a nice throat fuck,@ the captain groaned.
        "You'll get used to that Donovan. Deep throating is something all marine susies do."
        He jammed his cock-head down her throat again, and held it there for several seconds before withdrawing into her mouth.
        He gripped her ears tightly, then began pumping his hips forward quickly, almost shuddering as his cock spewed out its load into the blonde's mouth. Casey gulped down the salty liquid desperate to keep it from going into her lungs if he pushed his cock-head down the wrong tube.
        "That was nice Susie,@ the captain said, pulling his pants back up.
        Casey wondered dazedly why he was calling her Susie, she was to learn later that marines called women suzie, it was short for Suzie rottencrotch. It came from the anti sex videos they were shown in basic training, warning them about getting diseases from foreign women.
        The ropes pulled the girl upwards again to her previous position, and the woman moved behind her. She heard a swish, like something moving quickly through the air, then there was a loud "Crack!", and her hips jerked forward, away from the awful pain that exploded through her bottom.
        Casey screamed and jerked helplessly against the ropes. There was another swish, another `Crack!' on her behind.
        "There=s nothing like a good caning on the bottom, to teach a girl her lessons,@ the captain remarked casually.
        The cane swished down again and again, lancing across Casey's buttocks, sending the girl into agonized thrashings, and filling the air with her howls and screams.
        Her voice whimpered and shook as she pleaded for them to stop, and little sobs broke through between cries of pain. But the caning went on, occasionally moving up her body to crack down onto her back and shoulders.
        Then the woman moved around in front of her and Casey cringed away from what she knew was coming.
        The cane cracked down onto her left breast, directly across the nipple. A burning red line appeared across the surface of her breast. Then the cane thwacked down again, this time on her right breast.
        Then on her left again, then the right, then the left. All the while Casey screamed and wailed, pleading with the woman, and with the captain to stop, promising absolute obedience, promising anything, as she was driven toward insanity.
        Her voice broke, and tears rolled down her face as she shrieked and threw her head about in fits of desperate torment.
        The caning stopped. Casey gasped in shocked, agony. Her breasts were covered with criss crossing welts, angry red lines that marred the lovely white surface.
        She felt the ropes moving her again. The pulleys pulled her around until she was upside down. Then the lieutenant moved next to her and whipped the cane directly down into her outspread crotch.
        Casey's body shuddered as it was wracked with an enormous screaming burst of pain. She shrieked in horrified disbelief as the cane smacked down onto her soft tender pubic mound.
        The lieutenant ripped the cane down again and again, until the blonde lost consciousness again. This time not even the smelling salts would bring her back to her senses.
        Casey woke to renewed pain. She was back in her cot, in her barracks. Her body felt like it had gone through the ringer, which it had. She felt aches, and pains from almost every part of her. She was afraid to lift the covers and see what her body looked like.
        She lay in bed, hopeless despair overwhelming her. She tried to think of some way out of her dilemma but couldn't. Not for the first time, she cursed her body, cursed being born a girl.
        "All right Donovan, stop daydreaming and get up."
        She looked up to see Sergeant Cummings standing next to the bed, hands on hips.
        "You had to be a smartass, didn't you? Well see where it gets you?" she glared.
        "Now get you ass out of bed and stand at attention!" she shouted.
        Casey jumped up and out of bed, and stood rigidly before the woman. Cummings examined her, her eyes sliding up and down Casey's body.
        "Hmmm, they really laced you didn't they?" she said.
        Casey's eyes fell as she looked down and saw the black and blue marks, along with the ugly purple weals, and welts on her breasts, wrists, and thighs.
        "Learn to do what you=re told and it won't happen again."
        "You=re being transferred to the school now, so's you can learn your `trade' better" she smirked, "Put on a jumper and follow me."
        They walked across the base to a fenced in compound that enclosed a series of interlocked buildings. She handed Casey over at the front desk to a stern looking Sergeant who must have weighed three hundred pounds. He glared down at her in displeasure as she stood before him.
        "You should have been here a couple of days ago, woman. You'll just have to catch up with the rest of the girls."
        He led her down a series of hallways until stopping before a large double door. They went through and Casey found herself in another barracks hall, with rows of bunk bed lining both walls.
        "This is your bunk,@ he said, pointing to one. "All the gear you'll need is in the footlocker next to it."
        He jerked the top of the locker open, and pulled out what she first thought was a towel.  "Put this on,@ he said, thrusting it towards her.
        She blinked up at him, then stared at the small garment. It was really nothing but two white rectangles of thin, satiny material, fastened together by two thin straps.
        "What kind of uniform is this?" she gulped.
        "It's a Suzies uniform, you split tail. Now put it on! We don't have all god damned day!"
        She jumped at the loudness of his voice. She waited just a second, until realizing he had no intention of leaving, then sighed, and pulled the zipper of her jumpsuit down.
        So many people had seen her naked lately, and in such compromising positions, that she hardly had any shame left at disrobing before strangers. She pulled the jumpsuit down and off, and the Sergeant motioned at her underwear as well.
        She stripped them off too, and stood defiantly staring up at him, as if daring him to say something.
        "You better watch that attitude Suzie, or we'll beat it out of you,@ he warned.
        She lowered her eyes, then pulled the garment over her head.
        The two rectangles covered her front and back to a couple of inches below crotch level, but left her sides completely exposed. The sergeant produced a thin silver chain which went around her waist, and clutched the two sides tight. It was still a garment that nobody would consider wearing in public, and might get arrested if they did.
        "All right, come on,@ he said, grabbing her arm and pulling her along next to them as they left the barracks and walked down another series of halls.
        They arrived at a closed doorway.
        The sergeant knocked twice, and waited. The door opened and a thin, older man, a lieutenant, opened it. "Ah here she is, our missing waif,@ he grinned. "Come in Donovan,@ he told her.
        Casey shuffled into the room. There were a dozen other girls there, including several she recognized from the earlier barracks. They were dressed as she was.
        "There=s a seat right over there, Donovan,@ The lieutenant directed.
        She moved down an aisle and started to sit, then stopped in astonishment. There was a fat, rubber rod sticking up out of the middle of the seat. It was rounded on top and about eight inches long. She turned toward the Lieutenant in shock.
        "Yes, that=s for you,@ he grinned. "Sit on it. There=s some lubricant in the desk if you need it."
        Casey looked around, open mouthed, only now noticing that all the girls were seated in peculiar poses, with the front and backs of there garments spread away from them.
        Her mind whirled with confusion. She knew if she didn't do as she was told she'd be tortured again, and made to endure much worse than this. The lieutenant was gazing at her with an impatient look, which would no doubt give way to anger.
        She gritted her teeth and threw her leg over the chair, squatting over it, then she slowly lowered herself down, placing her slit over the rubber and pushing down until she felt its rounded top press aside her still, sore pussy lips.
        She tried to ignore the presence of the other girls, and the lieutenant, all of whom watched with interest as she tried to lower herself with as little pain as possible.
        The thing was only a couple of inches inside, when she noticed the lieutenant standing right next to her. His leg whipped out and kicked her right leg out from under her. She abruptly fell straight down, her bottom whomping into the chair, and the rubberized instrument slamming up into her pussy tunnel with a violent thrust.
        She squealed in pain, but was drowned out by the laughter coming from the other girls. The lieutenant walked back to the front of the room and stood behind a desk. There was a blackboard behind him with a picture of a cock on it. He pointed towards various parts of the cock as he spoke on how to squeeze down with pussy muscles to make a man come better.
        "Now you have to clench your muscles, like you have to go to the bathroom,@ he lectured. "At the same time clench your thigh muscles, and inhale deeply. Now try it on the cocks there and we'll see how you=re doing.
        Each of the girls seemed to be doing as he said. Casey just sat there in confusion until he came over next to her. "What are you waiting for Donovan?" he demanded.
        "Sir! I don't know what I'm supposed to do sir!" she protested. "Look here,@ he sighed, pointing at a little box on the desk. It had wires leading into it and had several meters with little needles showing she knew not what.
        "Clench your cunt muscles,@ he ordered. She complied, desperate to do as he wanted and avoid another beating. One of the little needles started to move as she clenched.
        "There are instruments inside that device to measure the pressure you put on various parts of a cock,@ he told her. "In this exercise the idea is to get that middle needle up past twenty five." 
        The needle was at fifteen as she worked her internal muscles.
        "You have to work your way up to it,@ he said soothingly.  "Clench an unclench repeatedly."
        He moved on to the next girl to see how she was doing. Casey clenched and unclenched as he said, and was eventually able to get the needle up to twenty five, though only for a second. Suddenly, she started feeling a tingle through the device.
        The lieutenant was at the front of the room. "All right, the power is now on, so you'd better clutch those little pussies tight,@ he said.
        The tingle increased, as Casey sat there filled with dismay. She noticed several of the girls quivering, and shaking from the voltage shooting into their guts, and wondered why the shock didn't seem that bad to her.
        Then she loosened her muscles and was zapped with a much more powerful current that made her gasp in sudden pain, and automatically clench her muscles again. The current dropped to almost nothing as the needle on the little box shot up past twenty. She realized that the electricity was governed by how tightly she clenched her pussy muscles and bore down on the rod.
        The girl next to her suddenly screamed, she had been quivering and shaking for several minutes now, apparently unable to exert enough pressure on the rod. She had a tall, lithe body, with short curly red hair and a sweet egg shaped face.
        She started to jerk up and down and grunt in pain as the voltage shook her frame. Casey watched in fear as the girl's head was thrown back and her body quivered like she was undergoing an epileptic fit.
        She made no attempt to get off the device, and Casey could only wonder what the punishment would be if she did. She continued gargling in desperate pain, until she suddenly fell forward, collapsing onto the desk unconscious. Her body still jerked from the voltage, until the lieutenant turned it off somehow.
        "That=s enough for today,@ he said after a while. Casey gasped in relief, her muscles ached, down there, and she was tired from the exertion, and the low level shocks she had been getting. She lifted her tired pussy up off the rod, and rubbed herself sorrowfully.
        "Hi Casey."
        She turned from policing her bunk to find Robin smiling at her. The two of them hugged, and sat down on Casey's bed.
        "You shouldn't have tried to run away,@ Robin admonished her.
        "I know," Casey sighed. "This place is a lot better than the first barracks."
        "Are you kidding?" Casey groaned.
        "It is, really! We can do a lot more here, and we don't have that bitch Karen around. She's in another barracks."
        "Thank God for small favours.
        "Lights out in five,@ a sergeant yelled.
        All the girls began getting undressed. There was no underwear assigned with their outfits, nor anything for sleeping in. All the girls slept nude here and Casey became nervous at the sight of all that flesh assaulting her vision. It reminded her too much of her previous assaults.
        "It's not so bad,@ Robin smiled, as if reading her mind." There haven=t been any really bad gang bangs like before. Here we just all do what we want together."
        "What do you mean?" Casey asked.
        As if in reply, Casey noticed, not one, but two girls hope up onto the top bed of her bunk. She looked around in startlement and noticed this wasn=t uncommon. Many of the girls were settling down in the same narrow cots together.
        "It gets cold at night here,@ Robin said softly. "And after people yelling at you all day, you kind of want to end it all with a little... affection."
        She leaned forward and kissed Casey's cheek lightly.
        Casey pulled back nervously, and they stared into each other's eyes. "It helps you feel better,@ Robin said softly.
        The lights went off, plunging the barracks into darkness. Casey heard a gentle moan coming from above her. She felt Robin's soft hand slide lightly up and down her back, then her lips touched Casey again.

   

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