Cadet 3 (2 page)

Robin was in the middle of the room,
suspended from lengths of chain that descended from above after
winding through a series of pulleys. She was naked again, and her
mouth was forced wide open by a big ball gag jammed between her
teeth from which long strands of drool dripped to the floor. She
hung facing the floor, her limbs pulled wide, her back bent in an
uncomfortable curve, a picture of misery. She was utterly exposed
and completely defenseless. She was gently swinging in the chains,
her head down. The sight of Robin’s suffering stabbed at Jodie’s
heart like a knife.

“Unfortunately, we won’t have enough time
together to get to know each other as well as I’d like, General.
We’ll only have the pleasure of your company here for a little
while, until the National Security Bureau boys come to pick you
up,” the Captain told Jodie. “My orders are to hand you over to the
NSB in reasonably good condition, but that’s no reason we can’t
enjoy ourselves a little bit first. We’re all wondering what it
would be like to have a Lieutenant General, and it looks like this
will be the best chance we’ll ever have to find out.”

Jodie did not consider the MP officer’s
speech worthy of a response, but the expression on her face
suggested that if anyone put anything unpleasant near her mouth,
she was likely to bite it off.

“Of course, we weren’t given any particular
instructions to keep your little girlfriend in mint condition,” the
Captain went on, patting Robin’s thigh. “As long we as hand her
over to the NSB more or less in one piece, and in condition to
answer questions, we can pretty much do whatever we like with her.”
He produced a pair of needle-nosed pliers from his pocket, and held
them up for Jodie to see.

“You can keep all your fancy new
interrogation gadgets, as far as I’m concerned. For my money, an
old-fashioned hand tool like this is good enough for almost any
occasion,” he remarked as he extended the pliers toward Robin.
Robin’s eyes widened as the Captain captured her nipple between
finger and thumb, pulled it out, and then placed the serrated steel
jaws of the pliers on either side of it. The jaws slowly began to
close.

“Stop it!” Jodie cried. “I’ll do whatever you
want, for all of you. You can have me any way you like. You don’t
have to hurt her.”

“But I do, General Lawrence,” the Captain
said, smiling. “How can you be sure that I’m not just bluffing,
unless I show you I’m serious?” He squeezed the handles, and the
jaws sank deep into the tender flesh. Robin gave a thin, muffled
shriek of pain. The chains clashed as she writhed madly in
agony.

“I can see you mean business, Captain,” Jodie
said desperately. She talked quickly, saying anything she thought
might end her lover’s torture. “Now, why don’t you let me take care
of you and your men? It’ll be a lot more fun than what you’re doing
now, I can promise you that. I was considered to be one of the
hottest girls in the entire Academy, back when I was a cadet, and
I’ve learned some new tricks since then. The NSB will be here soon,
and you don’t want to miss the chance of a lifetime to have a
Lieutenant General.”

The Captain gave the pliers a half-turn and
Robin’s face contorted in agony. He leaned close to inspect the
tearful, suffering girl. “Are you sure she wants me want me to
stop?” he asked. “I get the feeling your girl-toy here has a taste
for the rough stuff. I do believe she likes it.”

The Captain pulled sharply down, sending the
naked officer into vigorous, twisting motions one more time, before
he finally relented and opened the pliers to release his victim.
The tool had left the lower part of Robin’s nipple imprinted with
little ridges from the toothed jaws.

“Well,” the Captain said, “we can always pull
her nips off later. Uncuff the blonde cunt,” he ordered. “Strip for
us, General Lawrence, and make a good, sexy job of it. You can
pretend we’re all Generals you’ve been assigned to entertain, and
put on a show. After that, we’ll find out what they taught you at
that whore academy you graduated from. And if you’re good, I mean
really,
really
good, there’s a excellent possibility that
most of your little Lezzie friend will still be in working order by
the time the NSB comes to pick you up.”

When this is over
, Jodie vowed
silently,
I will castrate you with a dull butter knife,
Captain.
She did not allow this sentiment to show on her face.
Instead, she forced herself to grin as engagingly as possible, and
said lightly, “Take a good look at me. I’ll bet you never saw
anything hotter than what I have under here.” She slowly removed
the bathrobe, beginning by coyly slipping it over one smooth
shoulder, then the other. Without using her hands, she made the
garment slip further with remarkably sinuous movements of her body,
until it caught and hung momentarily on the tips of her breasts.
She waited until the eyes of her audience were bulging, then gave a
little twitch of her hips, shaking the robe free, and leaving her
deliciously nude. “Now, come a little closer, boys. I never thought
it was fair that the Generals got to keep all the good pussy for
themselves, and the hard-working regular guys like you got nothing.
Now’s your chance to see how the other half lives.”

As Jodie had expected, the Captain and his
men were mesmerized by the sight of little blonde. They bulges rose
in their pants as they stared, transfixed by her beauty. This was
hardly surprising: almost any healthy heterosexual male would have
had the same reaction.

Jodie believed in staying fit, putting
herself through a regime of rugged daily workouts with a Marine
drill instructor, and she was in perfect condition; her firm body
did not carry an ounce of excess fat. Her solid little breasts were
just the size of oranges, and she carried them high and proudly on
her chest. Her waist seemed narrow enough to span with one hand,
emphasizing the sweet curve of her hips, not that they needed it.
Her sex was thatched with a few fine, golden hairs that decorated
without concealing, and it almost seemed to be inviting attention.
Her thighs and calves were sleek, firm and well muscled. Her rear
was so round and firm that even a man who, in the normal way, was
only interested in “conventional sex” would be tempted to make an
exception in her case. There was no wrinkle, no mole, no scar or
any blemish of any kind marring the satin perfection of her skin.
Her remarkable appearance of youth made her even more desirable.
With her wide blue eyes, snub nose, full lips, short blonde hair
swept back in a wave and her diminutive stature, Jodie far more
resembled a nubile young athlete than she did the 23 year-old
general officer she actually was in reality. As they stared
hungrily at her, none of the men had ever imagined having such a
delightful, sexy creature at their disposal, to do with exactly as
they pleased.

They were frozen by the vision for a few
heartbeats, and then they all moved at once. Jodie disappeared, a
small pink figure submerged in a crowd of tall men in blue
uniforms. All four men scrabbled hastily at their belts to unbuckle
them, unbuttoned their pants, and tore off their underwear, and
soon they were rubbing and pressing against Jodie, now aroused to a
state of almost uncontrollable lust.

“On your knees, bitch,” the Captain barked.
“I want to see what a Lieutenant General can do. Let’s see if your
whore academy taught you anything at all.”

Jodie obediently dropped to her knees on the
ground, and opened her mouth. The Captain was not particularly well
endowed; in point of fact, he had one of the smallest reproductive
organs she had ever seen on a grown man. She had to stifle an urge
to laugh.
The real question here is whether I’m even going to
notice it.

“Take it all, slut!” the Captain ordered.

Jodie had no problem with it, or with the
other men who crowded round her, eager to make the most of this
unique opportunity.

The Captain slapped her face. “Look at me
while you’re blowing me, General Cunt!” he demanded. He put his
hands on the back of her head and energetically jammed her head up
and down as if she were an inflatable sex-doll.

Jodie had a hunch the Captain would not have
much stamina, and her intuition proved to be correct. In a
remarkably short time it was over and he staggered backwards, to
sit heavily on the desk.

The remaining three MPs had been waiting
impatiently for their Captain to finish so that they could take
their turns with her. Naturally, Jodie was familiar with and
experienced in all sexual variations from her days at the Academy,
and although there were some that she had never learned to enjoy.
She had discovered that the trick was to relax as much as possible
for some of the more unusual activities, and she now put that
knowledge to good use.

All three men used their small,
delicate-looking partner boorishly, slapping her buttocks, face and
breasts as they thrust. As Jodie was in fact about as delicate as a
T-51 main battle tank, she took this mistreatment in her stride,
hardly paying any attention to it.

The Captain watched the foursome for a while,
resting up as he recovered. Then he rose and, picking up the
needle-nose pliers, went back over to Robin. While his men were
still busy with Jodie, the Captain amused himself with the bound
redhead. He started by catching her uninjured nipple with the tool
and crushing it mercilessly, leaning in close to study her face as
she shrieked and twisted in anguish. When he tired of this game, he
moved the pliers lower down, inserted them, and found her most
sensitive flesh to capture between their pitiless jaws. As he
slowly applied pressure, he smiled at his defenseless victim,
turning and tugging the pliers and enjoying her garbled pleas and
the frenzied contortions of her lithe, lovely body.

The Captain put a sharper edge on his
pleasure by taunting Robin in her extremity. “It turns you on,
doesn’t it, sweetheart? Gets you all hot and bothered, am I right?”
he asked. He gave another sudden pull on the pliers. “Feels good,
doesn’t it, cunt?”

Busy with the three soldiers as she was,
Jodie was able to observe the Captain brutalizing Robin from the
corner of her eye. She burned his face into her memory, vowing
never to forget it.
You will not have an easy death,
Captain
, she silently vowed.

The three men around Jodie were finally
satisfied, but Robin’s suffering had given the Captain a fresh
interest. He slapped her face a few times, then wrapped his hand
around her slender throat and squeezed until her eyes bulged from
her head. “I’ll bet you wish somebody would give you a little of
what your boss is getting, don’t you, slut? Well, I wouldn’t mind
giving you a little ride. You look like you’d like a real fuck
instead that lesbo stuff. Yeah, I think I’ll leave you with
something nice you can remember, while you’re sitting in a cell in
Leavenworth, Captain Bransom.”

Before he could act on this plan, a heavy
thud on the door announced the arrival of visitors. “Open up,” a
voice said. “I’m Major Rodriguez of the National Security Bureau.
We’re here for your prisoners.”

Chapter Two: Arlington

Extracts from: Soldier, Whore, Patriot,
Traitor: the Memoirs of General Jodie Lawrence, U.S. Army.

The real insanity started the day after they
put General Cafferson in the ground in the plot reserved for him at
Arlington National Cemetery. The weather had been threatening since
before sunrise, and the sky had been gray and drizzling all
morning. But the clouds did not really open up until we were
standing by the open grave, watching the white-gloved Marine Honor
Guard go through the ceremonial drill, and fire off the twenty-one
gun salute that marked the passing of the leader of the free world,
the Chief of the General Staff.

Robin and I stood together while the rain
gathered on the bills of our caps and dripped to the ground in
front of us. I glanced over at her face from time to time to see
how she was holding up. She had not said a word since the funeral
cortege had left the National Cathedral after the service, which
was unusual, and I was a little worried about her. I was not
exactly a chatterbox that day myself, I suppose. The nation had
lost its leader after he had been at the helm for only five years,
and Robin and I had lost a friend. Of course, we did not exactly
see General Cafferson as a friend when we first met him, back when
we cadets were at the Academy.

It is probably confusing to drop into the
middle the story this way, so let me back up a little bit and start
over. My name is Jodie Penelope Lawrence. I’m 4 feet, 11 inches
tall, with short, wavy blonde hair, blue eyes, a cute, trim little
body (if I do say myself) even at the advanced age of 35, and a
twisted sense of humor. I was born and raised in the town of
Gladwyne, which is an affluent, old-money Main Line suburb located
west of Philadelphia. My parents were both from aristocratic,
wealthy Philadelphian stock. My mother could claim descent from the
original proprietor of colonial Pennsylvania, William Penn, and my
father’s ancestors were among the original investors in the
Pennsylvania Railroad, all of whom were members of the city’s upper
crust. I was brought up as a typical daughter of the Main Line
gentry, with the usual private schools, and the lessons in show
jumping (horses, that is) and dancing. After that, I was expected
to have a coming-out party, make the rounds of the debutant
cotillion circuit, attend an Ivy League college, or maybe Bryn
Mawr, then marry the son of another blue-blood family, whether from
Boston, New York or Philadelphia hardly mattered. I decided shortly
after my ninth birthday that the whole Main Line lifestyle was
repulsive and boring beyond belief. At that tender age, I had
already made up my mind that when the first opportunity presented
itself, I would escape to make my own way in the world.