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Disclaimer update April 2 2015


This story has no under age characters. It is an 18+ year-old
story so I that I could post it on Stoires On Line (SOL). I think
this will be a multi-part story so it will take a couple years to
finish it.

I hope your not turned off that this is a 18+ story, I think its
hot and "A" and I put a lot of work into it.



So let me grovel here a bit. If you're reading this story on
ASSTR please email me your thoughts about the story, good or bad,
doesn't matter. I love hearing from readers and I respond to
every email. I have some readers that I keep a constant
correspondence with.


Now to the disclaimer stuff: This story and all the stories I
write are a work of fiction and special care was taken while
writing the story - no letters were hurt when they were placed on
the page.


Any characters, places, businesses and/or circumstances etc.
described herein are entirely fictional and are a product of my
imagination.  None of the following is based on real organisms or
organizations, and any semblance to anyone or anything real,
living, deceased or imaginary, is purely coincidental. There is
no place called Cherish Valley in the United States that I am
aware of.


Every story I write contains sexual situations between adult
females and young girls between 5 and 16 years old. These stories
should not be read by anyone who is either not old enough to do
so or who would be offended if they did.  Most if not all of the
stories I write contains explicit pornographic material; it is
not for minors under the age of 18 or close-minded people.



I write stories for my own enjoyment.  I write stories in which
adult women are degraded, humiliated, and fucked by young girls,
although I have changed things up a bit recently with a couple
stories that aren't exclusively lesbian in nature. Bottom line is
I write stories for my own enjoyment.


If this story seems to be better edited that is because I have a
wonderful male editor who adds just the right amount of "filth"
as he puts it into the story line.  If there are any mistakes in
the story as far as grammar or punctuation, then it is my error
and not his.  Thanks "A", you're wonderful and patient with me.


I also want to thank several readers with whom I have become
"email friends". I bounce story line ideas off of them and they
and they come back with wonderful ideas and scenes that take me
in different directions.


Anyone who is an adult or age of majority, of course, is welcome
to continue.


Story codes that I write about are: Lesbian, scat, pee, piss,
humiliation, consensual sex, child/underage sex, restraints,
racial, bigotry, discrimination, anal sex, oral sex, vagina sex,
young love, also asphyxiation, hanging, (NO Snuff, well, only one
story), erotic hanging, punishments like spankings, whippings and
canings, young girl domination with strap-on sex, rape.


Not all of these story codes are in every story but a good
majority of these codes are.


**


Auxiliary Support Services (ASS): The Cadet Years.

**

By the end of the twenty-first century proxy wars and regional
conflicts were still going on around the world. The Department of
War (DoW) had a major image problem with the female enlisted and
officer ranks.

The image problem was the unexpected consequence of having
females in the armed forces: the growth of a culture of rape and
sexual harassment. It was a public relations problem for all
armed forces around the world but more so in the US military than
in any other military. For decades the US military fought the
culture of rape and sexual harassment in its ranks. Young
enlisted men were indoctrinated in basic training in anti-rape
and anti-sexual harassment classes and the officers had seminars
covering how to report rape and sexual harassment and how to
adjudicate charges of rape and sexual harassment within their
commands, but despite everything, attitudes did not change.

The problem started in the late twentieth century when the three
branches of the military allowed females into the service
academies. These institutions of higher learning were hard hit
with rape allegations from the start and just never really
recovered from it. Careers of generals were destroyed by constant
allegations of sexual harassment of females within their commands
and the public's impression that they did nothing about it. The
Navy allowed female officers on their submarines but in no time
allegations of rape and sexual harassment onboard soon surfaced.
Female commanding officers were laughed at behind their backs by
their male subordinates and subjected to constant whispers: that
female officers were only as good as the cock in their mouths;
that the only proper place of a female in the military was on her
knees. The DoD was hard pressed about what to do with female
military members who wanted to be treated equally with the men.

It was within this environment of rape and sexual harassment that
on the dawn of the twenty-second century, a compromise was first
proposed to the DoW. If the main goal was to end sexual
harassment and rape within the military, the female officer Corp
argued, then a totally separate military structure for all
females should be set up, run by senior female officers, to
provide services and support to the existing military structure.
The DoW baulked, and the idea of a separate military structure
stalled.

It wasn't until the year 2105 that there was movement, when it
was agreed that women would have their own auxiliary support
service known as ASS, a name the senior male officers at the DoW
came up with. At first it wasn't well received by the public,
feminists or the female officer corps but the military refused to
budge: if women were to have their own separate auxiliary
component in the four branches, DoW reasoned, then it should
serve a support service function and ASS fitted its definition.
Further to this, they reasoned, if ASS was to be taken seriously,
it should be 'manned' only by well educated female officers and
the female enlisted ranks should be phased out.

The feminists, female politicians and the senior female officers
reluctantly agreed to these conditions, but the debate now raged
as to what the new service would be responsible for and it was at
this point that the DoW played its trump card: they reasoned that
if they were going to fund these changes and be a catalyst to end
the possibility of rape and sexual harassment within the armed
forces, then the primary function of ASS should be to sexually
service the male members of the four branches, both enlisted men
and officers.

Naturally, there was much outrage and anger, but the DoW held its
ground. If it became the sole duty of female officers to sexually
serve the male military, then the negative images of sexual
harassment and rape would be removed. Perhaps tired of the drawn
out debate, the general public accepted the wisdom of this and so
put pressure on the feminists, the female officer Corps and
female politicians to accept this final compromise.

In 2108 the agreement with the Pentagon was reluctantly signed
off by the senior female officer Corps and the structure of the
new service was hammered out:
*	ASS would be totally female staffed and managed, and female
officers would get the same rank privileges as their male
counterparts.
*	ASS would be a totally separate component of armed forces and
responsible for its own structure, curriculum, training,
discipline and promotion.
*	The headquarters command was made up of senior female officers
from the four branches of the military, mirroring their male
counterparts.
*	The two ranking female officers would hold the four star titles
"Chairman of the ASS" and "Deputy Chairman of the ASS", and both
would rotate every three years with each branch of the service
taking a turn.

The date for the implementation of the plan was the year 2120,
giving the planners twelve years to organise the removal of
enlisted women and the recruitment of new officers, and there was
agreement that any presently serving female officer who did not
take early retirement would tacitly be accepting the new rules.
Attitudes began to change: the public didn't care as long as ASS
stayed stateside and kept young women out of harm's way; although
the feminists were unhappy that young women would be used as sex
objects and whores, they recognised that young women would get
the education and training to compete in the civilian workforce.

The details of how ASS would service the male troops was left to
the female officers. It was decided early on that stress relief
was the most important of a female officer's duties: by reducing
the stress that male personnel encountered on a daily basis,
whether in combat or admin, it was thought that rape and
harassment would be replaced by greater job satisfaction. As 2120
came closer the structure of servicing was re-organised by rank:
a male soldier could choose to be serviced by a female officer of
his rank, or below, but not by an officer who outranked him. This
entailed considerable restructuring of bases to ensure provision
of female officers to match the ranks of their male counterparts,
and the introduction of a new promotion structure. It was
acknowledged early on that the lowest female ranks - 2Lt and 1Lt
- would be available to almost any male soldier and so bear the
heaviest servicing burden, and to compensate for this, the lowest
ranks received automatic annual promotion up to the rank of
captain. Once this rank was reached, career advancement stopped
being automatic and further promotion became fiercely
competitive: because fewer officers were needed to fill the
higher ranking positions, an ambitious woman would need to fight
hard to advance her career, or face discharge from her service.

As the new system began to take shape, there was only one area to
which the DoW could not come up with an official solution: the
fact that married men in the military would have a problem with
their spouses when 2120 came. The spouses complained loudly to
the DoW and the press about the dangers of temptation to which
their husbands would be subjected and asked for them to be
exempted, but the DoW remained silent on the matter. In the end
it was decided at the highest levels that the male service member
and his spouse had to work it out for themselves.

By the time 2120 dawned, the Government's preparations were
complete, and on a swell of public interest the first three pilot
ASS academies were opened. (The press had questioned why so few,
but it was felt to be wiser to begin cautiously and then expand
to all 66 states.) Each academy was managed and administered by
women and staffed only by women instructors. Recruits could apply
for the academy in the same way that young men applied for their
academy; unlike their male counterparts, only one young female
from each of the 66 states would be admitted into each academy
every mid-July. The application process was very demanding: girls
had to be appointed by the senator of the state they lived, have
a 4.0 grade point average, excel at sports, have letter of
references from her teachers and be 18 years-old in year that
they were accepted into the academy.

Competition for places was fierce, partly because of the quality
of the education, but also because of the opportunities open to
the successful recruit. Even if you didn't get beyond the rank of
Captain, your monthly `retirement' pay was a nice bonus: who
cared if you had to suck and fuck your way for five years, it was
worth it.

From the outset, the academies sought to prove that they were
worthy of respect. Just like their male counterparts, recruits
were subjected to a strict discipline, a high level of education
and training, and were expected to give everything that was asked
of them: should they fail to do so, punishments could be harsh.
Ass determined that education at these three academy's should be
second to none, and in later years it was argued between talking
head commentators as to who had the best academy educational
system, men or women.

*******

It was within this framework in mid-July of the year 2150 that
Julie Walsh, eighteen years-old, stepped off the hover craft at
Lewis Air Force Base, Truth or Consequences, Texas. The female
air force academy had been built on the base but was secluded in
a corner and surrounded by a ten foot concrete wall that was
painted blue and white, the air force colors.

Julie's parents were against her joining the ASS, wanting her to
attend college near home, and her father especially saw no good
in what the military was doing to women in general and young
women in particular. He had served time in the Army and fought in
the Amazon rebellion alongside Brazilian troops, a war that
lasted five years and cost thirty thousand American casualties,
twelve thousand of which were young female soldiers. He of course
swore up and down that he never saw the horrors of war like the
rape, pillaging and burning of villages, and he also said that he
never saw sex discrimination or knew of sexual assaults on female
soldiers. Julie knew differently, from the first-hand accounts of
female soldiers who were there, and she sometimes wondered if he
was actually in the military at all.

Anyway, she argued with her father that she would get a first
class education worth $600,000 dollars that didn't have to be
paid back if she stayed the five years. Her degree at the academy
would be worth a lot more than a degree from a state college and
if she had to fuck and suck her way through for five years just
to get a better paying job as a civilian then it would be worth
it. In the end her father relented, and now here she was, eager,
ambitious and somewhat frightened.

The sixty-six young women lined up in a row putting their feet on
footsteps painted on the pavement. A pretty young woman in a
crisp looking uniform strode up to them, dressed in a light blue
short-sleeve blouse that had one button buttoned under her
breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra so that they could see her
nipples poking through and the name tag across her right breast
pocket had big letters that read, "CUNT". The bottom of the
blouse was not tucked into her skirt but was open revealing her
mid-riff and belly button as she walked. Her skirt was dark blue,
came to mid-thigh and was very tight around her waist. Her legs
were covered with white, just above the knee stockings that had a
blue bow at the top. Her shoes were black six inch stilettos and
on top of her head was what was known as a `cunt cap' because it
was shaped like a cunt.

The young woman stood in front of them at attention. On either
shoulder was a black board that had two stripes on it. For a few
moments, she looked up and down the row, appraising the new
recruits.

"I am second year cadet Walker. To put you at ease I am not going
to yell or scream at you or make you run and do push-ups. We're
not in combat arms anymore. What I and my fellow second year
cadets will do is teach you how to be a proper woman, how to suck
and fuck and hopefully take your virginity if you haven't lost it
already." Julie and the others laughed. "We will teach you how to
march," she continued, "and how to properly wear the uniform and
to apply make-up that is pleasing to the male service members. In
addition to all this you will be attending classes just like you
would if you were attending college elsewhere."

With that Cadet Walker led the new women through the gate of the
academy and behind the ten foot walls that prevented prying eyes
from seeing inside. Julie looked up at the sign that was over the
gate. "Through this gate walks the future of the ASS."

They walked to a courtyard that was surrounded by several two
storey buildings.

"Line up on the foot prints again, ladies," ordered Cadet Walker.

Julie and the others lined up quickly. On a sign post in the
courtyard were the words, "Discipline is next to sexiness".

"Look down at the ground and the number that is between your
feet. For the first year you'll be known as this number. We don't
care about your first name or last name."

Julie was lined up on number 6.

"Here at the academy our rank structure is this. First year
cadets such as you are known as `assholes' and second year cadets
like me are `cunts'. Third year cadets are `clits' and fourth
year cadets, the most senior, are to be referred to as
`mistress'. The last name of the cadet is over her right breast
pocket. You will refer to me as Cunt Walker and for the other
cadets of senior grade, Clit so and so or Mistress so and so.
Understand?"

The new cadets nodded their heads.

"You are to answer in the third person using asshole and your
number such as "this asshole number 10 understands" or "this
asshole number 20 doesn't understand" when a cadet or a member
the academy staff addresses you."

Cadet Walker paused as she looked at the new intake.

"You will always answer in the third person. If you don't a
demerit will be recorded against your name and at the end of the
week the demerits are added up. Punishment is given for the top
ten assholes who have the most demerits. Before you ask the
question what is involved in a punishment, it can either be a
whipping with a bullwhip, a spanking with different implements,
being forced into physically stressful positions or wearing
implements of shame."

 Cadet Walker continued. "You will be nude for your first year
that includes during classes and meal times. The only time you
won't be nude is when you are learning to properly wear the
uniform. If we are to train you properly to service male service
members, we need to break you down physically and mentally in
your first year. That includes humiliating and degrading you.
There are no limitations or restrictions on how we humiliate or
degrade you. It can happen at any time or anyplace within the
campus walls."

The girl next to Julie raised her hand.

"Yes?"

"If we will be nude will we be wearing shoes?" she asked.

"One demerit," Cadet Walker replied as she pulled out a little
hand-held and punched in number 7. "Ask your question in the
third person asshole."

"Um, Cunt Walker this asshole number seven wants to know if she
will be wearing shoes during her first year?"

"Yes, you will be wearing six inch stilettos from here on out in
your career that is if you decide to make the ASS a career. You
must be seen to be wearing them comfortably and walking in them
confidently."

The young woman nodded her head.

"Follow me through that door," Cadet Walker said as she walked
off and the new cadets followed her into a large room with
lockers.

"Undress here, put your clothes in the trash can."

Julie was hurrying the best she could although she was a little
self-conscious about being nude in front of the other girls. Each
prospective cadet had received a copy of the book "What can I
expect at the academy" that instructed the young women to get
used to being seen in the nude before they arrived, and most
importantly not using their hands to cover themselves. The book
also pointed out that they were to wear clothes that they
wouldn't need anymore because the clothes would be thrown out,
symbolically starting a new life. For the same reason, they
weren't to bring any personal items because everything would be
provided for them.

Cunt Walker continued. "Over here are your stilettos. Find the
one that has your name on it. If you remember you listed your
shoe size on the application so the stilettos should fit your
feet."

"When you are done go outside and line up again."

Five minutes later the new cadets were lined up again, each one
nude and in their six inch stilettos. As they stood there waiting
for Cadet Walker to come out of the building the second year
cadets came out of the administration building. They all wore the
same uniform and caps.

"New assholes," one cadet said.

The cadets mingled with the new cadets. As Julie stood there as a
cadet put her arms around her from behind and squeezed her tits.
The cadet whispered into her ear, "I'm gonna love the feeling of
your tongue making love to my anus and I will enjoy the sensation
of waking up with your face between my ass cheeks," and then
squeezed and pulled her nipples again. Julie stood upright,
unflinching, knowing that she must not react, and felt a stirring
between her legs.

A handful of the new cadets resisted the physical touching by the
new cadets and received their first demerits: officers and cadets
had to get used to being grabbed and touched in places that would
normally be off-limits.

Cadet Walker came out of the building as the second year cadets
started to go on their way. "I see that you have met the rest of
the cunts. Get used to it, assholes, as you will be servicing
these cunts your whole time here." She paused and looked along
the line. "I see that some of you shave and some don't. From here
on out during your career with ASS you will be hairless from the
neck down."

Cadet Walker smiled. "You will get very used to shaving. One of
the many rules within ASS is that junior officers will always
shave the body parts of a senior officer. For example, a colonel
will shave the cunt and anus of a brigadier general, a Lt.
Colonel will do the same for a colonel. Likewise, since you are
new you will learn to shave the cunt and anus of us second year
cunts," Cadet Walker smiled. "It is known in the military as the
privilege of rank, and assholes, we will be expecting a really
smooth job."

Cadet Walker paused. "Now follow me into the building: we have
paperwork to get started." As they entered in single file, Julie
and the others noticed cock dildos attached the wall at waist
height but didn't say anything. She wondered if these were for
oral training - in the book it was explained that the cocks came
"alive" when a mouth was placed on it, moving up and down and
side to side as the cadet sucked it, helping her to improve a her
oral skills and deep throat ability.

Cadet Walker led the new cadets into a classroom with desks.
"Take a seat assholes." When the cadets were seated Walker went
to the front of the classroom. "We are going to be visited by a
senior officer. When I say `attention' you will stand-up next to
your desk looking straight ahead with your arms at your sides."
Walker paused again. "The officer will inspect you and if you so
much as move you will receive triple demerits, do you
understand?"

"Yes, Cunt Walker," the new cadets answered in unison.

Just then an older looking female in uniform came walking into
the room.

"Atten-hut!" Walker said as the new cadets quickly stood up
standing straight as they could.

The officer was wearing the same type of uniform that Cadet
Walker was wearing. Her blue blouse with only one button buttoned
under her ample breasts and her nipples poking through, a very
tight black skirt that came mid-thigh. Julie thought she looked
cute in her white stockings with the blue ribbon at the top and
her blue stilettos.

Cadet Walker turned and saluted. "Good morning, ma'am."

"Good morning, cunt. Is this our newest intake of assholes?" the
officer asked, returning Walker's salute.

"Yes ma'am."

"Let me take a look before I administer the oath."

The officer walked down the front of the classroom and with her
right hand up touched the nipple of each cadet she passed. She
did this to every cadet. Several times she stopped and gently
took a handful of hair from the cadet in front of her smelled it,
nodding her head. She got to Julie and stopped. She smelt her
neck and hair and nodded her head.

"You have a beautiful face, asshole. I think it would look pretty
between my legs. Would you like that asshole?"

Julie didn't hesitate. "Yes, ma'am, asshole number 6 would love
that very much," she replied nervously, looking straight ahead
and trying to ignore the itch in her crotch. The officer pinched
Julie's nipple and smiled as Julie moved just little. None of the
cadets received any demerits even though the officer tried her
best to rattle them.

"Very good Cunt Walker, the senior staff should be very pleased
with these assholes."

"Yes, ma'am."

"I'm sure you and the other cunts can't wait to feel their
tongues on your lithe young bodies."

Walker chuckled, "Yes, ma'am, this cunt agrees with that." It was
well known that this particular officer loved to have a dozen
cadets lick her body all over from her feet to her neck, each
cadet competing with each other so that they didn't receive
demerits for not trying hard enough.

The officer walked out in front of the classroom and faced the
cadets. "Assholes, I am Colonel Martin, commandant of cadets. As
such I am responsible for your training to become officers in the
ASS. One of my duties is to administer the oath of office so
raise your right hand and repeat after me:

"I (state your name), having been appointed as a cadet in the
Auxiliary Support Services known as ASS, do solemnly swear that I
will support and service all male service members when called
upon to do so by the senior female officer appointed over me.
That I will bear true sexual faith and allegiance to my fellow
female cadets and that I take this obligation freely, without any
mental reservations or purpose of evasion. That I will well and
faithfully discharge the duties of being a cadet while at this
institution of higher learning."

The new cadets lowered their hands. "You will take a new oath
upon graduation from the academy but this one suffices for the
four years you will be here." Colonel Martin turned to Cadet
Walker. "Carry on cunt."

Cadet Walker saluted. "Yes, ma'am"

As the colonel walked out of the room, she glanced at Julie and
Julie's eyes followed her: she couldn't see any panty line on the
officer's tight skirt.

"Alright assholes you can sit. The next officer to come here will
be Captain Boyd. She's an attorney and will have your contracts
for you to sign. I will call attention again."

A minute later Captain Boyd walked in and Walker called
"Atten-hut!" and the cadets stood up again.

Walker saluted, "Good morning, ma'am. This cunt reports that
these assholes are ready for you."

Captain Boyd nodded her head acknowledging the salute. "Sit
assholes." Then she turned to Walker, "Hand these out cunt."

As Walker handed out the contracts to the cadets Captain Boyd
address the new cadets.

"I am Captain Boyd and I am the contract attorney for the
academy. What you have in front of you is a contract that
stipulates you are the property of ASS for the duration of this
school and the five year commitment afterwards; as such, you will
be inventoried and accounted for on spreadsheets like common
office furniture and fixtures. In addition, you will be assigned
a dollar value based on a percentage of your annual income that
you can use to write off part of your yearly taxes and as you
gain in rank your dollar value will increase."

She paused and looked around at the recruits' faces. "Those are
the positive things, but there is a flip side. If you fail here
at school or are removed from ASS for conduct reasons after you
graduate, then you will be dishonourably discharged. You can also
be dishonourably discharged if you become pregnant or become
infected with any female diseases or STDs. A dishonourable
discharge means you lose your veterans benefits and any
retirement pay you would have been entitled to." Captain Boyd
held up a piece of paper. "By signing this contract you also
acknowledge that there is no such thing as sexual assault in the
military, no sexual discrimination, no bias, and that there is no
hostile work environment. Any questions?"

After a moment of silence, a cadet nervously raised her hand.
"Yes, ma'am. This asshole number 15 wonders why we are treated
like common chattels?"

"Because we are, number 15. All female officers and cadets right
up to the chairman of the ASS are considered property and even
though the ASS is a totally separate branch of the military the
war department still requires the organization to report its
inventory to the general accounting office." Captain Boyd paused
looking at the eager young women before her. "Look around
assholes and face the truth. Even out there in the civilian world
things are changing. Women will always be second class citizens.
Hell, the male service members view us as a pleasure center on
two legs, an adventure playground with three holes, but it sure
beats not having a job on the outside. So if I have to be treated
as a piece of furniture to earn a decent standard of living then
that's okay with me."

Many of the new cadets nodded their heads.

Another cadet raised her hand.

"Yes, asshole?"

"This asshole number 40 would like to know if there truly is a
hostile work environment or sexual harassment in the military?"

"Yes, asshole, the whole military system is a hostile work
environment for the female officer. Get used to the idea. When
you work in a male office somewhere you will encounter sexual
harassment both visual and physical. We are nothing but a sex
object or a sexual target to be used by the military. The whole
purpose of our training here is to prepare you for that so that
your careers in ASS will be successful and you will make a
valuable contribution to the armed forces of our great country."

The cadets nodded their heads and took a deep breath.

"After you sign the contracts, Cunt Walker will take you to the
medical unit for your vaccinations and medical check-up. Included
in your vaccinations is a shot that prevents pregnancies. All
officers from you assholes to the chairman are required to get
this shot once a month, along with a disease and STD check-up.
ASS wants officers that are clean and disease free so that our
male service members can enjoy us without anxiety. Any questions
so far?"

As Captain Boyd expected, there was silence.

"After the medical unit Cunt Walker will take you to the
`Supplies and Inventory' building. There you will be imprinted
with a bar code on the back of your neck. The information
contained in the bar code has your biographical data, your
current vaccinations, your last disease check-up and the base and
unit you are assigned to. All officers including the chairman are
inventoried once a month at their respective S&I offices. The
officer that is being inventoried must account for any
discrepancies in her personal inventory. Failure to account for
the discrepancies results in the general accounting office
getting involved and that's a bad thing because we don't want
males to come snooping around our inventory of female officers.
It is the job of the Supplies and Inventory officer and her staff
to assign you to service duties. They make these decisions based
on current inventory. Any and all requests for our services comes
into the S&I office, things like the number of officers needed,
the rank structure and what will be required. If they don't have
a current inventory of female officers available for sexual
services and they send an acknowledgement that ten officers will
come to their event and only nine show-up, there's gonna be hell
to pay."

"One last thing, remember that as female property, you are not
allowed to leave the States without proper authorization, even
off duty on your personal leave time. If you are assigned to a
male unit which has to depart the States for any reason it is up
to you to have your inventory spreadsheet updated with your new
location, and the ranking male officer must sign your
authorization to leave the country. Failure to do so results in a
dishonourable discharge."

Captain Boyd looked around. "If there are no questions then print
your name at the top of the contract and sign it at the bottom. I
will notarize it later."

The paperwork was quickly signed, collected and passed on to the
captain. After she had left, Walker led the cadets out to the
hallway and then stopped. "Remember the footprints and the
numbers you were standing on? Well find the dildo with your
number, kneel in front of the dildo and put it in your mouth.
Your back should straight and your arms at your sides."

There was some murmuring from the girls but everybody found their
dildo and proceeded to put it in their mouths.

"These dildos will be referred to as cocks. These cocks are real
looking and the texture of the skin of the cock makes it feel
real. A word of warning though: if you put your teeth on the cock
or even scrape the cock with your teeth you will get an electric
shock in your mouth. It doesn't feel good, in fact it hurts, but
the cock is a sensitive organ and we must take care of it. We
must love it and nurture it." Cadet Walker paused. "Get sucking
cadets. You will be in this position until I call your number."

Julie opened her mouth and put her lips over the cock. It was
warm and almost felt like it was pulsing with rushes of blood as
it moved up and down and side to side in her mouth. She had
sucked plenty of cocks in high school and this seemed so real
that the feel of it made her wet, and she wondered if it had some
mechanism for filling her mouth with artificial cum. She sucked
away for what seemed like forever until her jaw ached until she
final heard, "Asshole number 6 to the medical unit."

**

But it was the second night that made the impression on the new
cadets. The administration liked to think of it as an opportunity
for the cadets to meet and bond with each other: the Corp of
cadets preferred to call it Rape Night. The new recruits were
packed into a very small room with no lights and standing room
only. Before they knew what awaited them, they were excited by
the mystery and aroused by the proximity, and fingers began to
find their giggling way into moist cunts and tight assholes. It
was only when the door started to open every now and again and
two cadets were randomly selected and pulled from the room that
their mood changed. As the door closed, the mechanical walls
automatically squeezed in a little more to take up the vacant
space and the remaining cadets could hear the screams and moans
of the girls who had gone before them. Several of them broke down
and cried as they waited their turn, wondering what was happening
to the others.

They found out soon enough: if a cadet was a virgin before rape
night, cunt or anus, by the end of it she wasn't. The fourth year
cadets, the mistresses, got first dibs on the new arrivals: they
would take two cadets at a time and double fuck them with their
strap-on's before passing them around to the other mistresses.
When the mistresses tired of them they were passed to the third
year cadets, the clits, then on to the second year cadets, the
cunts, before being made to kneel and suck the practice cocks
while they waited for their fellow cadets to stumble out of the
rape rooms.

After the raping was done each mistress got to pick a new cadet
to sleep with. Julie was selected by Mistress Penny who inserted
her vibrating strap-on into Julie's anus and slowly fucked her
through the night. Julie was no stranger to anal sex, but she
didn't get a very good night's sleep with a ten inch dildo was
firmly embedded in her ass, especially as she had been ass fucked
earlier by two Mistresses with viciously ribbed strap-on's.

It seemed, however, that she proved popular. The next night, Cunt
Moss, the blonde-haired, blue-eyed second year cadet who had
spoken to Julie on that first day, had Julie in her room on her
bed licking and kissing her anus. To begin, Julie had to spread
Moss's ass cheeks and describe her anus to her, and then for
several hours kiss and lick until her jaw hurt. Moss insisted
that simple licking was not enough, but that she had to push her
tongue deep inside and "clean things up back there" as she put
it.

The following morning, Cunt Moss ordered that before Julie could
eat in the dining facility she had to describe Cunt Moss's anus
out loud and 'confess' how she liked to lick and kiss and taste
the brown hole. Julie was at first alarmed by the order, but
quickly discovered that this was part of the recruits'
humiliation training and was done before every mealtime: other
cadets had to describe a particular body part on the second year
cadet that selected them, such as describing the cunt's clit or
her nipples, or even describe a fetishes such as how she sucked a
second year's toes, or how lovely a cunt's piss tasted.

**

After the shock of their initiation, the next thirty days move
rapidly for the new cadets: they learned military customs, how to
march, salute, stand at attention, and how to address senior
officers; they were taught how to properly make their bed and
hang their uniforms, with the hangers one inch apart. Each dorm
room had ranch oak furniture and wall to wall carpeting and held
two cadets to a room. There was one bed in room, a twin size bed
that the cadets had to share, a new experience for them because
none of them had ever slept with anybody before. Now there were
two of them in a bed that was barely big enough for one, but
there was also compensation: in order to foster a spirit of
comradeship, the new cadets were encouraged to explore each
other's body with mouths and hands and probing fingers. Julie's
roommate was Megan Sands and the two of them hit it off. She was
from the state of Alberta, had blonde hair and blue eyes and soft
white porcelain type skin, and best of all, as far as Julie was
concerned, a small clit that had to be teased out of its hood.
Julie quickly grew to like kissing and licking Megan's cunt, her
taste was different somehow.

Julie didn't always get to sleep in her room: second, third and
fourth year cadets had two beds to a room which made it easier
for them to take a new cadet to bed with them, and Julie found
that she was a popular recruit. At least once a week she was
summoned by a cunt or a clit or a Mistress to be fucked, and
often d/p-ed if the cadet's roommate felt like joining in.

Another area of adjustment was in the use of the toilets and the
showers. The latrine was an open bay layout with no doors and no
privacy, and there were ten toilets in a row. They weren't
ordinary toilets: each was in the form of a female head from the
neck up with an open mouth. The cadet would squat over the mouth
and relieve herself and afterwards, instead of using toilet
paper, a little squirt of water shot up from the mouth and she
would rub her anus clean off the faecal matter. The toilet heads
were really heads, each of them a modelling of the General in
charge of ASS, printed from a plaster cast on a 3D printer and
then converted into porcelain, with light colored skin, eyes and
real hair. To flush the toilet, the cadet gave a slight push to
the `chin', and this became known as "feeding the General".

The shower had ten shower heads and the cadets were encouraged to
shower together to save time and water. The shower heads had
realistic cocks hanging down from the ceiling that sprayed water
and this idea was extended in the ten sinks where a real-looking
cock was the faucet and the porcelain sinks were in the shape of
a cunt. The two knobs on the sink that controlled water flow
looked like testicles and only a light touch was needed to turn
the water on and off.

When they weren't learning about the new military customs, they
were learning about sex, particularly submissive sex. The routine
of the cadets' lives focused their minds on their primary role,
to serve the cock. In their rooms there were cocks attached to
the wall of varying lengths, all designed to be as authentic as
possible, and they had to kneel and suck them for hours on end.
The recruits were taught to kiss and lick and tongue the cock in
slow movements, to use their mouth like their cunt, sometimes to
make love to the cock, sometimes to fuck it. The goal of each
cadet was to deep throat the ten inch long, two inch diameter
cock without gagging, and to make it worth their while, the first
cadet who did so would be demerit free for two weeks. The same
reward was used to teach them to swallow: one of the cocks in
their rooms was designed to ejaculate, but the amount of
artificial cum, and its taste, was random and so the cadets never
knew just what to expect. As they got better at sucking the
cocks, the Cunts introduced the handcuffs. First the cadets had
their wrists handcuffed behind their backs and then their elbows
were secured in a monoglove, causing them to push out their
chests which was the desired effect.

To sexualize them further, the cadets were taught about the
sexual toys that would be used on them. Demonstrations were
giving in the proper use of the toys like the strap-on, different
types of dildos, butt plugs, mouth gags, restraints, and
afterwards the cadets had practical exams where they had to show
proficiency in using them. They also learned how to perform a
self-bondage on themselves, an important skill that officers
would need to call upon in the all too common situation where a
cadet was by herself with three or four males who wanted to
restrain her but did not know how to do so.

Three days before the end of their thirty day indoctrination
period, the new cadets were assembled in the college hall to be
addressed by the school commander, three star general, General
Martelli. It was a moment that all of them eagerly awaited,
partly because the General was an inspirational speaker, but also
because she was renowned for the eccentric way she treated her
aides. All the recruits had learned by now that it was a great
honor to be selected as an aide to a general. Officers from the
rank of 2Lt to Colonel could apply for one year and it was an
excellent way to learn about the senior ranks and what it took to
manage an organization like ASS. All generals could use their
aides anyway they wanted, it was one of those privileges of rank,
and General Martelli had three, two majors and a colonel.

Amid the hubbub of noise, Colonel Martin called "Atten-Hut!" and
all the cadets stood up at attention and in silence, Julie and
the new cadets towards the back.

The general walked out onto the stage, holding two leashes at the
end of which were two women, naked, on their hands knees. Their
ankles were strapped to their thighs, both had `tails' sticking
out their anuses and n their heads were masks in the shape of a
dog's head, a Doberman's head mask. The general walked up to the
podium and tapped the mike and the two women quickly went into
sitting positions beside her.

"At ease and sit cadets," she said and waited until the cadets
sat down. "This is Major Windom," the general continued, pointing
to the woman on her left, and this is Major Bean to my right." As
the General pointed at them, each of the women barked, "Arf!
Arf!"

Julie looked on with excitement, her cunt going moist and her
heart beat rapidly. She wanted that coveted position that the
majors were in and resolved to work her hardest at getting an
aide position on some general staff somewhere.

"These two dogs of mine will be seen around the campus and the
buildings. Treat them as you would a real dog. Play with them,
walk them and fuck them, but make sure they get returned to me."

The cadets laughed: it was well known that if General Martelli
offered one or two of her aides to the student body then things
were going well at the academy.

The general waited for silence and then began her speech.
"Whores, floozies, bitches, bimbos, sex objects, sex targets.
Recent military research suggests that these are not just the
words of sexual harassment, but are also words designed to excite
the male libido and to make it easier to sexualize women and push
them to the lower rung of humanity. For the last thirty years
that female officers of the Academy have been working this social
experiment, we have worked hard at creating and maintaining the
attitude that women need to be sexualized in order to gain
acceptance by the male population. It has not been easy to
reverse three hundred years of equality between men and women but
our efforts are starting to pay off. As an example, a study by
military psychologists last year hooked up soldiers to an MRI
machine. After being hooked up, these service men were shown
pictures of both men and women. The men were dressed in business
suits, military uniforms and leisure outfits. The women were
scantily clothed such as wearing bikinis, school girl outfits and
most interestingly the military uniforms that we proudly wear
today."

The general looked around at the cadets and officers. "The
results showed that these images activated the medial prefrontal
cortex in the brain of the soldiers, which is highly involved in
social cognition like recognizing human faces or separating one
person from another. It was found that the soldiers looked
favorably at the men as being smart, intelligent and showing
leadership qualities, which is everything that we expect of our
men. When the soldiers viewed pictures of sexually dressed and
scantily clad women, these sexually suggestive pictures did not
activate the medial prefrontal cortex in the soldiers. This
suggests that these soldier's brains perceived these women as sex
objects and targets and thus not being smart, intelligent or
showing leadership qualities. This study is consistent with the
work of female researchers at the University of Pavlov. They
found that when women were dressed sexually men implicitly
associated them more as sexual targets, as sexual animals and
thus easier to dehumanize. "

The general paused and scratched head of her puppy. "European
research has found that merely focusing on a woman's cleavage is
enough for men to dehumanize a woman. Specifically, male
researchers have found that men assign female targets less "human
nature traits" when focus is on their appearance. These traits
are perceived by the male population to separate women from the
general population as sex objects, toys and targets to be
physically used and verbally harassed."

"These findings are consistent with our psychological department
work showing that objectified female officers are perceived as
less competent and not having leadership ability. Interestingly,
our research even finds that when men view sexualized pictures of
our female officers, they subsequently view the officer as doing
a worse job. That is why we have our officers assigned to menial
tasks within the male office because our job focus should be the
sole pleasure of the male in the office environment which
includes verbal abuse and harassment. And lastly, our research
shows that men viewed the female officer in a positive light when
the officer participated in her degradation and humiliation,
whether in the office, at an orgy or a party. Bottom line for us
is that numerous research papers have pointed out that women in
general and female officers in particular should be sexualized
and evaluated solely on their looks, the amount of verbal abuse
they take, and of course the amount of fucking they have to
endure."

"That is the effect we are looking for ladies. We're here to
service the male population of the military and debasing
ourselves as sex objects and sex targets for them makes it easier
for our soldiers to take advantage of us. That is why we have
more young females apply each year for the limited slots and that
our retention rate is at 98 percent. We're doing important work
ladies for our men in uniform."

"Which brings us of course to Hazing Day in three days time. This
will be your chance to show how ready you are, after the last
month of training, to do your duty and debase yourselves before
our male soldiers. They will do everything they can to dehumanize
and humiliate you, but I will expect, this academy will expect,
that you will bear that humiliation with your heads held high,
knowing that it is your duty serve, no matter what is asked of
you."

The General stepped back from the lectern, pulling on the leads
of the two aides, and the officers and cadets stood and clapped
and some whistled. The general smiled and nodded her head. She
always gave rousing speeches.

Three days after the general's speech the new cadets were in
formation. They had their new uniforms on. The cadets wore their
cunt caps proudly as they puffed out their chest a little more
and over the right breast pocket was the name "ASSHOLE". The name
of every cadet had the name of their year on their uniform, the
cunts had "CUNT" over their right breast, the clits had "CLIT"
and the mistresses had "MISTRESS" over theirs. Today though was
hazing day on the base. The 66 assholes were to march in column
of two's around the base as the male population yelled
obscenities, derogatory names, and threw buckets of piss and shit
at them. They marched along a yellow line for four hours, unable
to break formation or stop along the way, and although the airmen
couldn't touch or hinder the cadets, both senior officers and
enlisted men got into the fun as the cadets paraded round.
Mentally it was hard on the recruits and some broke into tears,
sobbing as they marched, their crisp new uniforms thoroughly
soaked with spit and urine and smeared with faeces. Despite all
this, despite the shit caked in her hair and the bitter taste of
piss in her mouth, Julie put on a brave smile as she marched
along side her roommate Megan: she wasn't put off, this is what
she wanted to do.

**

At the end of their thirty day indoctrination the new cadets,
still only just wearing their six inch stilettos, were put on a
hover craft and taken over to the male recruit dorms, accompanied
by three second year cadets.

As the craft pulled up to the dorm, one of the Cunts stood up.
"This is your first service job, Assholes. It is a blow job only.
The recruits will be laying on top of their beds naked from the
waist down. You will randomly pick a recruit, kneel next to his
bed and suck him off. Things to remember are, to make the blow
job last as long as you can, make it sensuous, don't use your
hands, and swallow everything. If you so much as let a drop of
jizm escape your lips you'll receive ten demerits. When you are
done sucking the recruit you are to stand at attention at the
head of the bunk and wait for further instruction. Understood?
Any questions?"

"This Asshole wants to know if the recruit can touch them," Megan
asked.

"No, and the recruit knows that. He will also report if you let
any jizm escape from your lips. Any other questions? Good. File
out and follow me."

Like the other cadets, Julie was nervous and all kinds of crazy
thoughts went through her mind: she had given blow jobs before,
but if her nerves got the better of her.  What if she bit him? Or
used her teeth? Or made the blow job too short?

The Cunt turned around to the cadets. "Relax Assholes, do this
just like you've been doing in your training with the cocks in
your room."

 As they walked into the bay there were a line of beds on either
side of the room. The recruits were laying on top and when the
cadets walked in they all turned to look at them. Julie
immediately felt self-conscious and wanted to cover herself with
her hands, but she knew that that was no-no: she was a sex object
now. She walked down the middle of the bay and randomly picked a
bed with a nice looking boy smiling at her. He seemed young,
almost shy, and his head was shaved of any hair which was
something all male recruits had to endure.

Julie knelt next to the bed and leaned over, taking his semi-hard
cock in her mouth and working it to hardness. She kissed it,
licked it and ran her lips slowly over it, loving the feeling of
it swelling in her mouth while around her, she could hear her
fellow cadets sucking, slurping and smacking their lips as they
too sucked the cocks before them. Julie gently laid her head on
the recruit's hip and moved her mouth back and forth, making the
boy moan and grip the sheets of the bed with his hands. She used
her tongue to explore his piss hole and then run it around the
head before pushing her mouth down on it so that it slid into her
throat. The boy moaned and she held the prick as deep as she
could, feeling it swell as the recruit jerked his hips and the
jizm erupted into her throat. She held her head still as the boy
shot spurt after spurt of spunk, concentrating on the rhythm of
his pumping as she swallowed the warm fluid until the flow
stopped. She held his cock in her mouth until she was sure he had
finished, and then slowly removed it and licked it clean. She
gave it one more kiss and then stood up and walked to the front
of the bunk and stood at attention.

Several cadets were already standing at attention. Out of the
corner of her eye she saw the three Cunts bent over as the drill
instructors fucked them from behind. One of the DI's was slapping
the cadet's ass cheek with each thrust; the other two were
laughing as they banged the head of the cadet they were fucking
into the wall.

On the ride back to the school the cadets were talking in excited
whispers amongst themselves, comparing notes so to speak, and
Julie was not the only one to enjoy the lingering taste of sperm
in her mouth. The three Cunts were very pleased with their
performance, especially that not a single recruit spilt any jizz:
their first test as cadets of ASS had been a success.

**

The next week classes started. Julie was working towards a
Bachelor of Applied Sciences in Mathematics and like all other
cadets, had to take fifteen hours of credit per semester, three
hours more than any other college in the country. (When students
questioned this, they were reminded that if ASS was to succeed,
it standards had to be higher than anyone else.) The classes she
chose were: Calculus I, English Composition I, Fundamentals of
Public Speaking, Social Science, and Natural/Physical Science;
each of these giving her three credit hours.

In addition to these, Each new cadet had to take three elective
classes each semester, each for 1 hour credit, giving them a
total of eighteen hours per semester. The point of the these
classes was that, whereas the five main classes contributed to
their degree study, the elective classes applied directly to
their role in the military. After studying the list, Julie chose
the three that interested her most:

*	The role of the female in an orgy, 1 hour: This class covered
everything from the proper use of rape tables to studying the
research on the sexual habits and needs of males who would be in
the orgy. It included how to properly memorize pictures of males
who would be at the orgy so that they could be properly greeted,
the arts of bukkake and gokkun, and practice at double and triple
penetration.

*	The importance of women as sex objects on the internet, 1 hour:
The class covered topics about the creation of the internet and
the rise of women as sex objects. This class explored the theory
that women should be seen as sex objects within the context of
the internet and discussed the idea that the internet was
originally developed as a medium to showcase sex and porn and
that it was an urban myth that the government had anything to do
with the development of the internet couple of hundred years ago.
It was the male entrepreneur looking to exploit the female body
for fun and profit that created the internet. The class had a
short practical element where recruits were required to create
their own website for the use of male cadets.

*	Cosmetology 1 hour: In this class the cadets learned to
properly apply make-up, keep their hair neat and clean, how to
keep their anus cleaned inside and out and well perfumed and how
to use body stickers and fake tattoos to create arousal in the
male. They also learned how to add hair extensions to make
themselves look more like whores and sluts. The cadets learned to
mix and match different hair colors to maximum effect.

**

Like any good academic institution, competitive sport was an
important part of the ASS philosophy, although predictably, there
were differences compared to main-stream events . The four
academies competed against each other in a number of seasonal
sports for the coveted `Chairman's ASS cup'. There were two fall
sporting events, thong football and nude volleyball; one winter
sport, basketball; and two spring sporting events, rugby and
soccer.

Thong football was played at a local stadium that was closed off
to the public on Saturday mornings and only military members,
male and female, and their guests were allowed tickets to the
game. The rules were just like college football except the cadets
wore thong bikinis: the Army had green, Air Force had blue, Navy
had white, and the Marines wore red. At a typical game, the host
academy had all their cadets out in the stadium, and their task
was to service any male spectators with blow jobs and fucks. Up
in the VIP boxes the senior female officers of both academies
were on hand to give blow jobs and fucks to the senior male
leadership, and they were often so persuasive that some of the
male officers left the stadium without seeing a play being made.
Selected Mistresses played on the football team, although the
training was not too demanding; there weren't many practices as
it wasn't expected that there would be hard hits or trick plays.
In fact, apart from actually winning the game, the primary focus
of the players on both sides was to cause the opposition to lose
as much of their skimpy clothing as possible. After the game the
loosing team was sent over to the male officer club for
punishment and rough sex, something that many losing teams looked
forward to.

The Clits played nude volleyball at the base gym in competitions
which involved either a six player team or the more popular
doubles play. These games were played at the same time as the
football and were particularly well supported, mostly by enlisted
personnel who couldn't afford the tickets to the football game.
It was not only the game that attracted the crowds: after it was
over, the loosing team and the loosing doubles players were given
over to the crowd for orgies and rough sex, and everybody was
free to dive in.

The same sort of pattern governed nude basketball, the big winter
sport, followed by nude soccer and nude rugby in the spring.
Rugby was especially popular: the male sports fans loved to see
the cadets in the scrum and the ruck as the girls grabbed,
pinched and poked each other's body parts, and referees were
issued with small hand-held cameras so that the most graphic
moments could be displayed on the big screens in the stadium.

When it was between seasons, other activities replaced sport,
activities designed to build toughness and team work. One of
these was when the mistresses worked on their whipping
techniques. It was the preferred method to hang the first year
cadet upside by one ankle, tying her wrists with a ten pound
weight and use the whip on her. For Julie, the whipping hurt like
hell but the good thing was that it was against the rules to
break the skin and it was a source of pride among the assholes
that they did not make sound as the whip wrapped around their
body. It was also a source of pride among the mistresses, that
they create the thin red stripe around the body of the cadet
without causing injury.

Another activity that proved popular was a 'sport' called "Pick
up the Tomato". An Asshole kneels with her head back and her
wrists handcuffed behind her back and a grape tomato is placed on
her partially opened lips. A Clit, whose wrists are also
handcuffed behind her back, deftly sits on the face of the
Asshole, who in turn pushes the tomato between the ass cheeks of
the third year cadet with her tongue. The Clit then carefully
walks twenty feet to a Cunt who is lying on her back with her
mouth open, and carefully squats over her face and then releases
her ass cheeks causing the little tomato to drop into the Cunt's
mouth. If the Clit drops the tomato while she is walking the
twenty feet then the mistresses administer ten swats with a
paddle on her ass and she has to start over; if the asshole with
the tomato in her mouth drops it while pushing it into the
waiting ass cheeks then she receives ten swats of a paddle;
likewise, the Cunt lying on the floor is given ten swats if the
tomato bounces off her face or lips. The game was considered
great fun, attracting large groups of spectators, and it helped
to build cooperation skills between the Assholes, Cunts and
Clits.

**

In accordance with military tradition, the discipline of the
college was very strict, and the expectations high. For example,
if a cadet didn't get a 100 percent on an exam, then demerits
were given on a sliding scale so that if a cadet received a score
of 90 then she got ten demerits, and so on. If asked a question
in class and a wrong answer was given it was five demerits, and
wrong answers on homework were one demerit each. The deliberate
strictness of this demerit policy ensured that the young women
worked harder and were better educated than their male academy
cadets, but it also gave rise to routine of punishments which
were meted out every weekend for those with demerits.

The punishments that the cadets had to endure were, to say the
least, imaginative, and they were designed to reinforce the
recruits' willingness to accept humiliation and debasement
because they were administered in full view of the other cadets.
In addition, the number of demerits that a cadet had did not
determine which punishment device they got; the name of each
device was put into a small box and the cadets drew the names
out.

"The Cock" was a form of punishment which used a heavy weight in
the shape of a cock which was hung around the neck of the cadet,
causing her to bend forward because it was so heavy. The cadet's
wrists and elbows were cuffed behind her back and her cunt and
ass were smeared with copious amounts of honey, before she was
placed in a small confined room, so small that she hardly had
room to turn around. Once the door was shut, flies were released
and were immediately attracted to the honey, much to the victim's
distress. This punishment could be viewed through glass panels
and a video link, and it was known to last for hours as the cadet
tried move around to keep the flies off until the weight of the
cock tired her out.

All cadets at one time or another experienced "The Cock", but
some found it more humiliating than others: those who suffered
from claustrophobia or a phobia of insects were often so
traumatised that they eventually lost all control of their bodily
functions and sometimes cruel Mistresses nurture their trauma by
ensuring that the honey was inserted deep in their vaginas.

"Head harness" punishment was another Mistress favorite. The head
harness was a device made of interconnected straps designed to
encircle the head and secured by velcro that fasten at the back
of the head. The mistresses used the head harnesses to provide
points of attachments to secure various kinds of gags, such as
ball gags, bit gags, muzzle gags and ring gags, although they
also have other uses, such as providing attachment points for
other forms of bondage. Sometimes the mistresses had the first
and second year cadets wear the head harness simply for the
psychological effect as a mirror was placed in front of the cadet
and she stared at herself for hours. At other times, the cadet
would have her arms in an armbinder behind her back, using the
monoglove, and the top of the head harness was attached to a
metal ring on the punishment wall so that the cadet was bent over
at the waist with her head against the wall. The favored position
was to have the cadet bent over at the waist looking up at the
sky, causing her arms in the monoglove put a strain on her
shoulders and chest while her neck supported the weight of her
body. As it was, it was a very uncomfortable stress position, but
Mistresses were also known to setup a chess board on the stomach
of the cadet and play chess for a couple of hours while also
toying with the cadet's cunt and anus. If the cadet moved or
jerked while she was being toyed with the punishment time was
extended.

Another form of punishment was "The Collar". It was a leather
collar fastened by a short chain to a metal loop on the
punishment wall. The length of the chain was adjusted so that the
nose of the cadet was touching the wall, and the collar was
placed round the cadet's neck and fastened by a heavy weighted
padlock. The cadet's arms were put in a monoglove behind her back
so that her nipples touched the wall and she was then left to
stare at the wall. Time spent in the collar was intended to give
the cadet a mental toughness for when they would be fucked for
hours on end.

"The Pincher" was a recently implemented punishment from the
"Current Trends in BDSM" department of ASS. It was a metal chain
fastened around the cadet's neck to a pair of leg restraints
fastened around the ankles and often the chain was deliberately
short so that the cadet was placed in a stress position of
half-kneeling and half-bending over.  The pincher was then
connected to an electrical shock device that delivered low
voltage current to the chain and the cadet's body was shocked by
the voltage at irregular times. The cadet had no way of
determining when she would be shocked and if she made a noise the
punishment time was extended.

"The Cock Bridle", based on the ancient Scold's Bridle, was used
for cadets who couldn't keep quiet during their punishments when
it was expected that they should be seen and not heard. The
device was a hard plastic muzzle in a framework that enclosed the
head. A hard plastic cock bit, about three inches long and one
inch broad, projected into her mouth and pressed down on top of
her tongue. The cock bit was frequently studded with little
spikes, so that if the cadet moved her tongue, it inflicted pain
and made speaking impossible. The cadet had her arms in a
monoglove behind her back and she would be made to march back and
forth in the punishment area. Not only was it painful to wear,
but because it hindered the swallowing instinct, the cadet was
further humiliated by the dribbles of drool that dripped from her
chin.

"Short Shackling" was recently approved by ASS. It was a
technique that enemy interrogators have been reported to use in
various wars and which had been seen on the internet being used
on captured female soldiers late in the last century, but the ASS
have come to see the shackling useful as a punishment device. The
cadet's hands are shackled to an eyebolt on the floor, then three
feet from the hand shackle the cadet's ankles were shackled to an
eye bolt on the floor, so that the cadet is forced into a
squatting position on their knees, similar to hogtying. The
position puts stress on her knees and thighs as she squats, and
eventually the back. The advantage of this position for the
mistresses is that it makes it easy to fuck the cadet from
behind.

The last punishment device was "The Female Piper". A female piper
or neck piper is a variation of the yoke, pillory or rigid irons
whereby the wrists are locked in front of the cadet by a hinged
board or steel bar. It was made out of two pieces steel with a
hinge and a lock at the front and consists of three holes. One
was a large hole for the neck and the other two were smaller
holes which fastened the wrists in front of the face. Different
weights were attached to the steel which put stress on the
cadet's neck and she was then marched around the punishment area.
The officers would sometimes attach a bell to alert other cadets
that the female was approaching so that she might be mocked and
otherwise humiliated. Another version was a "Double Piper", used
as a punishment if two roommates had the highest number of
demerits. The two cadets could be attached together,
face-to-face, each wearing a ball gag. A nipple clamp was used to
clamp the nipples of the cadets together, the chain being
measured so that there would be tension on the nipples as the
cadets tried to walk around the punishment yard.

**

As well as the constant danger of demerits and punishment, the
stress level of the first semester of school was made unbearable
at times by the some activities given to the cadets. Three times
a week for an hour each time, the cadets had to form up for close
order marching drill with very stiff ten inch strap-on dildos
attached to their waists. The ten inches maintained the proper
distance between cadets as long as the stiff dildo was touching
the ass cheek of the cadet in front, and it took great
concentration to make sure it did, otherwise demerits would be
given. Then there was the exercise routine Monday through Friday
that lasted for an additional hour that cut into the study time.
The cadets were formed up for exercises like jumping jacks and
crunches and the Mistresses would gather around make cat calls
and rude comments as the cadets strained to keep up with the
workout. Once more, demerits were given for cadets who lagged
behind or couldn't keep up.

Other enforced duties eat into the recruits' time. At the start
of school two cadets had to stand guard at the dildo rack around
the clock, pulling four hour shifts. The rack was like a gun rack
in that it had different shapes and sizes of dildos hanging on
the inside. As a new cadet was summoned to a Mistress's room,
they had to pick out a strap-on that the mistress would use on
them, and when the cadet returned to the bay she handed the dildo
to one of the cadet guards. The cadet had to clean the dildo with
her mouth, regardless of which hole it had fucked, and replace it
in its proper position in the rack, ready for future use. One of
the interesting spin-offs was that in time, each cadet got to
know the taste and smell of her fellow cadets so that with her
eyes closed she knew who it was that used the dildo.

At first the new cadets were tired every day from standing guard
at the rack or trying to do their homework every evening before
being summoned to a senior cadet's room at all hours of the night
to be used for sex. However, they learned that despite all the
pressure and stress, it was possible to do well and make
progress, as Julie discovered when she had the great honor to be
selected for the weekend administration orgy. The top three
cadets in each class with the least amount of demerits for the
week were selected for the orgy after their punishment was
administered.  It was in these orgies that the young cadets
learned the sexual fantasies and inclinations of the senior
officers and it was this knowledge that the young women took with
them as they advanced in their careers. One never knew when an
officer would become a general, so it was useful to know what her
sexual inclinations were: a junior officer who knew about and
could satisfy those sexual inclinations was in a good position to
take advantage of its promotion possibilities.

**

The cadets' practical skills were not developed just with dildos,
but also with the real thing. Every week the cadets were put on
the hovercraft and taken over to the male training barracks and
each time they were required to do something different, but
mainly it was all about the sucking. For example, one time the
cadets were required to lick and kiss the anus the of male
trainees as they lay in bed with their legs over their heads, and
although Julie and the others had to practise their licking and
tongue-fucking skills, they were also expected to judge just the
right time the trainees were about to cum so that they could
wrapped their mouth around the cocks and catch all their spunk.
If their timing was bad, and the trainee came before the cadet
had her mouth in place, she would be given five demerits
automatically.

Parties were also another opportunity for the new recruits to
experience the type of subjection and humiliation that they were
being trained for. One illuminating experience was a retirement
party at the enlisted club for two Chief Master Sergeants and
sixty-six senior enlisted personnel whom they had invited. When
the recruits arrived, they found the tables were arranged in a
semi-circle, surrounded by semi-intoxicated men, and they were
told to strip, dancing on top of the tables until they were naked
and the guests started to use them. It was the first time that
the cadets were brutally fucked in their asses and then throat
fucked at the same time. In accordance with their training, the
cadets kept their enthusiasm up through the party, even though
their make-up had starting running down their faces as they were
spat upon or gagged up slobber from their throats. Some of the
girls were on the verge of crying, but others who had worked on
their deep throat skills fared better.

On the ride back to the school the girls were quiet, many in
obvious discomfort, and sensing this, Cadet Moss stood up and
tried to console them. "It was a rough night, Assholes, but the
enlisted association wrote a letter of appreciation to the
general," she said as she waved the paper over her head. "Now you
know why we work on our sucking skills. For those of you who
haven't worked enough on your deep throat skills let this be a
lesson."

One of the new cadets in the back of the hover craft said out
loud, "That's nice, but fuck, my ass still hurts and cum is
leaking on the seat!" Another cadet chuckled and soon the whole
bus burst out with laughter.  Sitting nearer the front, Moss
looked at Julie and giggled and Julie giggled back. Her face was
a mess of smeared make-up and her hair was tossed about, damp
from sweat, or spilled drinks, or semen. She had lost count of
the number of cocks she had throated, but because she had
practised hard on the dildos, she felt only a little soreness.
Her anus was another matter: she could still feel the burning
pain from it being stretched and dry fucked, and she was sure
that it was still gaping because she could feel the cum leaking
out of it.

For the rest of the journey, the cadets laughed and talked with
each other, and the brutality of what they had gone through
disappeared. The sun was just coming up as the craft pulled into
the campus and they had just enough time to wash up and make it
to class. That was one of the things that the cadets found
difficult, that they had so little time to get ready for class
after a party. In  a recent one,  a promotion party at the
officers club where they had been strapped onto rape tables and
pushed out into the large dining room for the guests to enjoy,
the party lasted almost until the start of classes the next
morning and the cadets didn't even have a chance to shower or
change clothes.

**

Inventory day was at the end of every month and all the officers
and cadets were required to line up outside the admin offices; as
they lined up in no particular order, they were often in for a
long wait and it was not unknown for sexual favours to be traded
for a place nearer the front of the queue. The inventory system
used the Collection Recognition and Processing system commonly
known as CRAP, a high tech version of that used in the civilian
world to keep track of furniture and electronics.

On this day Julie was lucky enough to be near the front of the
line at the time when General Martelli was inventoried and she
watched the process with interest. The General bent over at the
waist, moving her hair away from her neck, and the Supplies and
Inventory officer, a major, used the bar code scanner with a red
beam of light to `beep' the General's barcode. They both looked
at the large computer screen on the wall as the code was
processed and displayed: it was all green except for a yellow
caution icon next to the heading `stool sample'.

"Hmm, seems you haven't given a stool sample in a while, ma'am,"
the Major pointed out.

"Been too busy, Major."

"Yes, ma'am," the Major replied as she handed the general a glass
petrie dish. Stool samples were taken to determine if the officer
had parasites or other diseases in their colon. If they did, that
could affect their availability for assignment to a male party or
orgy. It would be noted in their OERs (Officer Evaluation Report)
if the officer missed an assignment and the initials "IA" would
be written in red on her record: "Infected Anus"'.

"Maybe tomorrow then?" the General asked hopefully.

"You know the rules, ma'am, and besides your holding up the line
here," the Major pointed out. The Major also handed the general a
small white pill. "Here is a bowel movement pill in case you need
it."

The General took the pill and popped it in her mouth. In front of
her there was a hole in floor with two foot prints on either side
of it and it was here that the officer had to shit into the
petrie dish. Without any trace of embarrassment, she stepped onto
the foot prints, lifted her short black skirt and squatted down
over the hole, holding the dish under her anus. Julie watched,
fascinated, listening to the woman's grunts and watching her
sphincter push out and back until after a minute or so the
General grunted out a mushy piece of shit on the dish. Martelli
casually wiped her ass with a damp sponge and then walked over to
the technician.

The Major taking the inventory stopped the line and waited for
the technician to test the General's shit, and Julie watched the
Petrie dish as it was run through the spectrum analyzer. Thirty
seconds later a green light came on the analyzer, the results
were electronically inputted into the database and the general
was scanned again.

"Thank you, ma'am, you're up to date and available for the male
general officers."

"Thank you, Major," replied the General. She turned and looked at
Julie, the next in line, really looked at her with lust in her
eyes. "Mmmm, I wish I had known you were there, Asshole," she
said quietly as she walked past her, "then I wouldn't have had to
use that cold sponge."

Julie felt her stomach flutter and felt the heat rising in her
face, and she stared after her.

"Asshole?" the Major said impatiently and Julie turned quickly
back and bent over at the waist, pulling her hair out of the way.
The major but the bar code reader to her neck and Julie heard a
beep. She looked up at the screen on the wall, seeing her name
and the green icon next to it.

"Good to go, asshole," the major said. It was a little
disconcerting to see your name and everything about you on a
spreadsheet, height, weight, sexual preferences, grades, classes,
home information.

**

At Christmas Julie went home. It was required that all cadets
wore their uniforms home on leave and about a dozen times on the
journey women came up to her and thanked for her service. Several
women mentioned that their sons who were serving in the military
were men now because of women like her, and they had all noticed
a change in behavior of their son's, they were confident young
men.

It was because of unsolicited comments like these that Julie felt
pride in what she was doing, even though she was still a cadet,
and she was immensely proud of her uniform. As she strode through
the hovercraft terminal she stuck her breasts out, her nipples
poking through the fabric of the blue blouse, her navel showing
as she walked down the hallway. She walked confidently in her six
inch stilettos and she felt sexy in her white over the knee
stockings that were topped with a blue ribbon. Her dark blue
skirt was wrapped tight around her slim waist and she held her
head high with her cunt cap on top, her blonde hair flowing
behind her, while beneath her hot moist thong, the swelling of
her pride was matched by the swelling of her clit.

Julie got stares and whistles from the crowd of people as she
moved through the terminal, but once she was reunited with her
family, her spirits fell: her father wouldn't be seen with her
and her mother, secretly proud of her little girl, was silent as
they drove home. Julie's friends were jealous of her getting a
first class education and that she had money to spend because she
could draw pay as a college freshman. They were less fortunate:
the state college was thinking of opening a separate college for
women along the lines of the female service academy, but the
state taxpayer would have to be convinced that it was worth it
and what the public would get out of it.

**

When Julie returned after the Christmas break, she chose the
following five classes, each with three credit hours: Calculus
II, Macro-economics, World History I, English Composition II, and
Humanities and Fine Arts.

Along with these, she signed up for three elective classes, each
with one hour credit.

*	Social Graces: It was in this class where the young cadets
learned the accepted behaviour of female officers in social
situations such as parties or orgies. Most important was that
they were to be seen and not heard around male officers, and that
their general attitude and behaviour should be polite, welcoming
and deferential, putting the male service member's needs before
their own so that their relationship with him would develop at a
faster rate. For example, they learned how to discretely
intercept a spouse of a male officer who was having his cock
serviced by a fellow female officer so that the male didn't get
in trouble. (It was accepted practice that the female officer
should offer herself to the spouse so as to not to draw suspicion
to her husband.)

*	Dinner Party Protocol: This class was the one of the more
controversial courses. ASS was dedicated to the male service
member but there would be times when the female officer would be
invited over to the male officer's residence. How should the
spouse of the male officer be treated? It was understood that
just because a female officer was invited to a dinner party
didn't mean that the female officer sat at the dinner table or
stood around with male officers having drinks before dinner. On
the contrary, female officers knelt under the dinner table in
front of the chair assigned to them as the table was set and the
male officers and their spouses arrived. It was all the rage that
dinner tables were all glass so that the dinner guests had an
unobstructed view of the female officers giving oral satisfaction
to male during the meal.

If the dinner party was at a general officer's residence then a
corresponding female general of the same rank had to be at the
party. The senior officer and her subordinates who were selected
to attend the dinner party had to arrive an hour before the party
and wait under the table while it was being set. The first part
of the protocol required the junior officers enter under the
table first in rank order with the general entering last. At the
end of the dinner the general exited first followed by the junior
officers in rank order. Because female officers of any rank were
required to be seen and not heard they were moved to a separate
room where they waited further instruction. What happened after
that depended on the particular sexual tastes of the host. For
example, General Devers of the training command at Lackland liked
to keep the female officers tied up, blindfolded and ears covered
in a spare room. That way the spouses and his male officers could
pick and choose a female officer at their leisure to take to the
living room and play with her, make her moan and groan and in
some cases scream as they pulled and teased her clit, faced
fucked her or put her in a sandwich position.

Where it got tricky was if there were spouses of the male
officers at the party. The supplies and inventory officer had to
know how many dinner guests there were and if there were spouses.
She would look the other way when spouses were counted in with
the guests, simply assigning the female officers based on current
inventory to the dinner party. It was left to the female officers
to decide which one of them got to lick and kiss the cunt of the
spouses.

*	Cosmetology II: Julie and her fellow cadets learned the latest
techniques in body painting and the strategic placement of
pasties plus how to properly apply dark skin tone to give their
body a "sun tan" look. The Current Trends department of ASS sent
the latest information to the class on topics such as the top
porno movies for the year, which the cadets had to watch and
memorize the new sex positions, latest trends in make-up and
application techniques, and the current clothing line for
prostitutes.

**

As Julie settled into her second semester, she, like the other
recruits, found that she had gotten used to the unusual demands
of the academy, and to balancing her academic work with the long
hours of dildo guard duty, working on her sucking skills and deep
throat exercises, as well as satisfying the senior cadets at all
hours of night. Cunt Moss would summon Julie several times during
weekend study hours to have her anus smooched as she studied her
psychology books, something she loved, and Julie began to look
forward to her summons. She found she was beginning to like being
around Moss: the cadet was smart, interesting, always talked to
her and didn't make any big demands of her time, and Julie was
growing to love the taste of her asshole. Sometimes, it bothered
her that her clit jumped whenever Moss summoned her to her room:
what was it? Feelings maybe?

Four weeks into semester, Julie, along with two other cadets,
achieved top student status with the least amount of demerits,
and her reward was to be summoned to her first administration
orgy at the General's house. She was excited as she listened to
the stories of her fellow cadets who had gone before her, and as
she and the other two cadets walked to the General's house beyond
the school buildings, she felt wet with anticipation.

Julie knocked on the general's door and almost immediately, a 2Lt
in uniform answered the door. Julie and her two fellow cadets
came to attention.

"Cadet Asshole number 6, number 11 and number 25 reporting as
ordered, ma'am." Julie said as she saluted the officer.

The 2Lt returned the salute. "It's about fucking time you
assholes got here. I'm Lt Jennings, follow me," she ordered,
striding off quickly to the downstairs room.

The cadets followed Jennings into what turned out to be a spare
bedroom, and all three of them gasped. There were whips, ropes,
dildos, restraint gear neatly laid out on a table, and on the bed
were two of their fellow cadets tied up in the 69 position, both
eagerly licking each other, their faces glistening and the
bedcover underneath them damp with their juices.

"Asshole 25, you're assigned to General Martelli's anus. That
means when she sits down anywhere you are to crawl under the
chair and tongue her anus." The lieutenant's tone was
authoritative and business-like and as she spoke, she pointed at
a chair with an oddly shaped seat.  The S&I office procured these
chairs last week. The chairs are constructed such that when you
sit on it your ass cheeks are spread which will give you
unfettered access to her anus. When she stands up you stand up
and follow her wherever she goes. If she is standing talking to
another officer then you kneel behind her, spreading her ass
cheeks and continuing to tongue her hole." The Lieutenant turned
to the next cadet. "The general's deputy, BG Anders, will be here
so Asshole number 11, you have her anus and the same conditions
apply. You two had better be enthusiastic about your anus
licking: both the General and her Deputy will expect you to get
your tongues deep in there." Finally she turned to Julie. "
Asshole number 6, you'll have several different jobs this
evening. Your first job is to report to the kitchen: You're going
to be the main course on the finger food tray." Lt Jennings
looked at the cadets. "Now 6, off you go to the kitchen and 25
and 11, you wait by the front door. When the generals arrive you
start your work."

Julie followed the Lieutenant's directions to the kitchen with a
sense of disappointment hanging over her: she was hoping to use
her oral skills tonight to impress the senior officers and she
still remembered the look of lust on the General's face on
Inventory Day. However, once she got there, it became clear that
she was not going to be left out of the fun. She was lifted onto
a serving trolley and strapped face down, and a plump cushion was
placed under her hips so that her ass and crotch were thrust up
above the surface. She thought at first it was some kind of rape
table, until the kitchen staff started placing a variety of party
foods around her body and wheeled the trolley out into the living
room. "Ladies," the chef announced to the room, "please help
yourselves to the finger food buffet." Almost at once Julie was
surrounded by naked officers who helped themselves to the food,
and whose fingers helped themselves just as liberally to her
holes.

Once the initial rush had died down, Julie took the chance to
look around the room. General Martelli, wearing a black
dominatrix outfit on with a strap-on that was at least ten inches
long, was already in the living room talking to some other
officers who were naked and her aides, the two majors, were on
their hands and knees next to her, wearing their Doberman hoods,
but without their leashes. Just behind the General, Julie could
see the bobbing head of Asshole 25 as she performed her evening
duties.

Near the middle of the room, there were two poles attached to the
ceiling that were fitted into round tables. There was dance music
playing and two women were slowly dancing around the poles
discarding their uniform to the beat of the music. One was a
colonel who was almost undressed and the other was a LtC who had
only just arrived, and Julie realised that as officers came to
the orgy that they were required to do a strip-tease using the
pole, just to get them in the mood: the women standing around the
table and cheering them on were instructors and other staff
officers who had already done their strip-tease. After the
Colonel had finished stripping, she paid homage to the General by
kneeling in front of her and kissing and licking the tip of her
strap-on, and quickly afterwards the LtC did the same.

The noise of laughter from the doorway marked the arrival of the
General's deputy, General Anders.  While she waited for the pole
table to clear, she stood talking to two naked officers who had
come over to see her, while beside her, her aide, a full colonel,
stood waiting submissively, her arms cuffed behind her and a
leash that went not to her neck, but instead disappeared under
the back of her short skirt. From her position on the trolley,
Julie could see that Cadet 11 was already hard at work, her hands
holding open the General's ass and her tongue buries deep inside
the brown hole.

Eventually the pole table cleared and as General Anders climb up
on to it, leaving Cadet 11 behind, Julie noticed that many of the
officers stopped what they were doing and gathered around to
watch. Somebody somewhere turned the music up and as the General
started dancing across the table and around the pole, it was
obvious from the erotic, seductive way she moved that she was a
natural dancer. As she climbed the pole, she teased her audience,
letting her legs open occasionally to give glimpses of her smooth
cunt, and when she span and slid back down, the officers watching
cheered and clapped. She laughed, then seductively licked her
lips and began to unbutton her blouse flinging  it off into the
crowd. She pushed her breasts together and pulled her nipples
then shook her tits at the female officers who yelled and cheered
and vainly tried to reach out and touch them. As the music began
to wind down, the General moved her hips back and forth and
slowly slid down her mini-skirt,  revealing her cunt, inch by
inch, before finally using her foot to kick the skirt into the
cheering crowd. As the music stopped, she stepped down off the
table, to be replaced by her aide, and immediately Cadet 11 was
back on her knees, tongue-fucking her asshole.

Suddenly, as the music started up again, Julie felt a warm liquid
on her anus and then several fingers poked her brown hole,
pushing the gel into her and filling her with a delicious warmth.
She felt someone wipe their fingers on her lower back and a
second later the tip of a dildo began to penetrate her sphincter
muscle. The only one who had a strap-on was General Martelli, and
she groaned as she felt the general push it all the way into her
guts. She bit her lip and groaned at the bitter-sweet sting of
her sphincter and the wonderful feeling of fullness as the
strap-on moved in and out of her anus, at one moment the tip just
inside her hole, at the next buried to its full extent inside her
bowel.

The General leaned over her and Julie felt her breath against her
ear. "What is your number, asshole?"

"Ma'am, this cadet is asshole number 6," Julie grunted as the rod
slid into her.

"Ah, number 6, I heard you stood up on a table in the cafeteria
the other day and professed your love for Cunt Moss's little
brown hole."

"Yes, ma'am, this asshole did that."

"I heard that you wanted to marry her little brown hole, is that
true asshole 6?" The General's voice was soft and seductive in
her ear, and all the time the plastic cock fucked in and out of
her ass.

"Yes, ma'am, this asshole yelled that out." Julie thought back to
the other day when Cunt Moss had ordered her up onto the
cafeteria table to do something special in front of the cadets.
Julie hadn't hesitated as she stood up on the table and announced
her love of Cunt Moss' anus, making the cadets cheer and leaving
Moss had a big grin on her face.

"That would truly be something wouldn't it? But alas, we're not
allowed to marry, not even each other, yet," the General mused.
"That's a shame really when males can marry males and females can
marry females in the civilian world. But then again it might
cause a problem between married officers when one is watching her
spouse being raped by a group of enlisted men and she is cheering
them on." The general pushed her strap-on deep into Julie. "Just
think how Cunt Moss would feel if she were here watching me fuck
your tight little asshole!"

"Yes ma'am," grunted Julie. "This asshole agrees with you."

"Of course you do number 6," the General replied, and without
breaking her rhythm, she picked up something to eat from the
tray; Julie could feel the crumbs fall her back as the general
took a bite.

"I remember you from Inventory Day, Asshole," the general
whispered, "when you watched me take a shit. I wanted you to lick
me clean, but it would have held up the queue." She seemed to
move closer until her lips were almost touching Julie's ear.
"Would you have liked that, cadet? Would you have liked to have
cleaned my dirty asshole with your tongue?"

Julie felt the colour rising in her face, but there was no
hesitation with her answer. "Yes ma'am," she whispered, "this
asshole would have liked to have cleaned you with her tongue."
Julie felt the dildo drive deeper into her and the General's
fingers slide up her thigh into her saturated cunt.

"I can feel that you are telling the truth, Asshole," the general
whispered. "Too bad I will be retired by the time you finish
school. I would have you as an aide whose sole job would be to
make love to my anus."

"Yes, ma'am, this asshole would have loved that very much," Julie
grunted.

"Alas, but tonight I have my own little personal ass licker," the
General chuckled and she yanked the strap-on out of Julie's ass,
slapping her playfully on her buttock. "Perhaps we will find
another time..."

For the next twenty minutes Julie watched as the officers made
love with each other on the floor. She was finger poked in her
anus and cunt as the officers came over to get something to eat,
crumbs of food fell on her and sometimes an officer would spill a
little of her drink over her. She listened to the senior
officer's talk about things between rounds of sex with each
other, things like a possible war, ideas on how to further
degrade female officers until finally the party started to move
to the dining room and she was wheeled into the kitchen and
removed from the tray.

Julie was allowed to briefly stretch her legs before she was told
that she would be tonight's center piece on the dinner table, a
place of honor for new cadets and her heart kicked up several
heartbeats:  although she had been hoping to use her oral skills
tonight, this was a lot better and she would the center of
attention.

The serving staff helped her up on the large tray where she lay
on her back. The chef put white socks on her feet and hands, the
kind you would see on a turkey and a green apple in her mouth.
She then took a basting brush and brushed caramelized gravy onto
all areas of Julie's body so that the officers would be able to
scrape off onto their plates from whatever part of her they were
sitting near. Then the chef took the stuffing and stuffed several
large spoonfuls into Julie's cunt. The stuffing was warm and felt
good and when her cunt was full to overflowing, the chef rubbed
her clit for a few minutes, telling her that it was okay to cum
because that made the stuffing taste even better.

When all the preparations were complete, she was carried out to
the dinner to a round of applause and placed in the center of the
main dining table. The surface beneath her felt warm,
intentionally causing her to sweat, something that not only gave
the baste a delicious flavour, but also helped to maintain its
consistency. Julie stared up at the ceiling where there was a
picture of woman on her hands and knees with a leash attached to
her neck: underneath is was written the word  "OBEY".

As the dinner started the officers used their spoons to carefully
scoop out the stuffing from her cunt. Julie noticed that the less
experienced diners quickly helped themselves whereas those with
more experience reached over and played with her clit until she
came and her juices mixed in with the stuffing. She lost count of
the number of times she came, and all the time she felt knives
scrap the baste off her body and watched out of her peripheral
vision as the officers carried their plates away to sit down and
eat. Every now and then the chef would come out and apply more
baste as it began to run low, especially around her tits and
cunt, the most popular areas..

After the dinner was over Julie was taken back to the kitchen
where she was shared amongst the chef and the servers. This was
not something she objected to: after all the things that had
happened to her during the evening, she was so horny that when
the kitchen staff pulled their strap-on's out from under their
short server skirts, she simply smiled and crooked her finger
back and forth in invitation.

**

In what seemed like no time, Julie's final exams came around and
then the close of her freshman year. Like all the cadets, she was
looking forward to going home for four weeks' rest and relaxation
before having to report back to the school for the new incoming
class, but there were some things that she would miss: in the
last two months, Julie spent a lot of time in Cunt Moss's room .
She was becoming quite comfortable with her face between the
cadet's ass cheeks and she got so that she knew Moss's smells and
essence. They grew so close that sometimes Moss would have Julie
follow her to the latrine where she would take a shit and have
Julie clean her anus with toilet paper before lubing it with her
tongue. On the last day of school, Moss told her that her name
was Karen and that she could secretly call her Karen when they
were alone together. They kissed each other deeply as they left
the school grounds to go home and although the other cadets
whistled and made cat calls at the two, Julie just smiled as she
walked away.

The last formal activity of the school year was Graduation Day
for the fourth year cadets, the Mistresses. As part of the
arrangements, the chairs used for the graduation had a special
hollowed out hole in the seat. Julie and her fellow Assholes lay
under the chair and put their faces through the hole so that the
graduating cadets could use them as a seat for the duration of
the ceremony, putting great strain on the new cadet's head and
neck as she supported the weight of the Mistress. It had become
part of the tradition that most of the graduating cadets held
their pee until the ceremony and others didn't wipe their ass
that morning.

Julie left for her summer vacation after the senior cadets had
departed the school. She wore her uniform of which she was
immensely proud, particularly the one stripe on her shoulder
boards, soon to be two when she started her sophomore year. When
she arrived home, she walked straighter, talked smarter and
impressed her friends with her experience from her first year.
Several times she was propositioned by enlisted military
personnel trying it on, but she reminded them that regulations
stated she could only service them at an authorized event on
base, something that the men already knew.

Julie's mother hovered in the background watching her daughter,
noticing the physical and mental changes that had occurred in
her, and she secretly bragged to her friends at the bridge club
and gym about how she had grown up and how successful she was
being. She could tell her friends were jealous of Julie as their
daughters weren't doing as well as her.

Julie hung out with her girl friends from high school when they
weren't working and she would also video Karen several times a
day. They would undress sexily for each other, giggling like
little girls then they would play with their clits, cumming at
the same time. Unable to resist, one time Julie's mom watched
through keyhole as her daughter masturbated herself for Karen.
Her mom rubbed her own cunt, wishing that she could work up the
nerve to walk in on her daughter by `mistake'.

**

Julie returned to the academy several days before the new class
of Assholes arrived. She applied to be a greeter and was
disappointed not to be selected, but her disappointment faded as
soon as she was reunited with Megan. Now that they were
sophomores, they and their fellow cadets were excited to see
their second year sleeping quarters: as when they were Assholes,
they shared a room together, but now each had her own bed. They
threw themselves onto the beds and giggled as to which one they
would use when they wanted to fuck, but before they could make
out, an announcement came over the speakers, calling all Cunts to
a meeting in the college hall.

When they got there, General Martelli was already waiting for
them and they settled quickly and quietly into their places. She
had only one of her aides with her, but Julie found it hard to
recognise which one as her head was buried deep between the
General's fleshy butt cheeks.

"Welcome back to the beginning of your second year, Cunts," the
General began. "No doubt you have spent your vacation with
various objects stuffed deep into your various holes, and now you
are back, you are keen to get those same objects stuck equally
deeply into the new intake of Assholes."

The cadets laughed, a few of them even offering up muffled
cheers. The General waited until the only sound was that of the
aide's tongue licking her anus.

"I thought it might be wise to warn you against allowing your
enthusiasm to make you forget about your role in this college and
the purpose of your military training. Your first year should
have taught you to accept the humiliation and submission through
which our gender finds its purpose, but sadly sophomores
sometimes forget that. Should that happen, punishment will swift
and harsh."

She paused and looked at the cadets before continuing.

"Let me give you an example: last year two cadets took it upon
themselves to question the orders of a Clit, simply because they
felt it was beneath their dignity; they argued that they were now
Cunts and that menial tasks should be given to Assholes. It was a
mistake they quickly came to regret. They were both tied to rape
trolleys and taken to the secure wing of the Oakland Men's
Military Prison, where the warden had made arrangements for
stress-relief therapy for the more violent prisoners. I was told
that when they got out four days later, they could barely walk,
and were required to spend the next two weeks in the camp
hospital. To remind them of their place in the scheme of things,
they have now been assigned to toilet duties in the senior
officers' rest area."

"Cunts, I want you to ensure that you do not fall into the same
traps. Of course the new Asshole's need to be used and abused -
it is the only way they will begin to learn, but you must
remember that you are in no way superior. Like me, like my
ass-licking pet here, we are just holes, the ultimate purpose of
which is to service cock. It is your job this year to work as
hard as you can to fulfil that role as completely, as deeply, as
you can."

She paused again, letting her message sink in.

"Now have a good year, and I very much hope that I will be
getting more intimately aquainted with some of  you. Dismiss!"

Julie got up and followed the other cadets out, her cunt
creaming: as the General had made her last remarks, she had
looked directly at her!

The beginning of any semester was busy and the next day, Julie
began by checking her classes on the college boards. For the fall
semester of her sophomore year, Julie's five academic classes
were obvious developments on the previous year's curriculum, but
as before, it was selecting the three elective classes that had
needed more careful consideration. Her final choices were:

*	The basics of pole dancing, 1 credit hour: The cadets had to
learn how to twirl on the pole, slide down upside down and how to
seductively hump it. The class also included learning about
different kinds of music to be used when pole dancing and what
type of outfits excited the male audience. The girls were
encouraged to sign-up for the advanced pole dancing class during
their junior year.

*	The role of women as office furniture, 1 credit hour:  The male
officers loved to have the female officers used as office
furniture during important meetings. Among other things, cadets
learned how to wear a lamp shade over their head with a light
bulb in it or how to properly sit on an end table and be a lamp
shade. The most requested piece of female furniture was how to be
a coffee table. The cadets learned how to lay on their back and
hold a piece of glass up with their hands and feet or how to
settle their hands and knees with a piece of glass on their back
as they looked into a mirror that was placed under them:
whichever position was selected offered full exposure to the
onlookers. The final exam had the distinction of being both the
simplest and most difficult in all their training: the task was
to hold the glass perfectly straight as a little ball was placed
at its centre, and it lasted three hours; if the little ball
rolled off the glass the cadet failed the course and had to
retake it.

*	The role of the Sybian in maintaining cunt muscle tone, 1
credit hour: It was well known that the cunt was a lose-it or
use-it organ. It had to be kept used or it would become flabby.
ASS Current Trends department at the Pentagon had done research
on the Sybian and found it to be most useful in keeping the cunt
nice and tight between services, and it had the additional
advantage in training the user in multiple orgasms. The workout
room at the academy had twenty Sybian machines for the cadets and
officers to use, and it wasn't uncommon for a cadet to exercise
her cunt muscle on the Sybian alongside a senior officer doing
the same thing.

Next there was the customary Inventory check, when everybody
reported in from their summer leave to the bar code station in
the administration building, set up by the Supplies and Inventory
officer in order to scan and inventory all cadets, staff, and
instructors. Everybody had to get their pregnancy shots updated
including the General, followed immediately by the cunt and anus
medical exam. Thirty beds were lined up down the hallway of the
administration building, each set up with stirrups. The officers
were required to lay down insert their feet, and the medical
officer, who was a captain, rolled down the hallway on a stool,
checking each officer for blemishes, puss, vaginal leakage and
anal tears. The captain entered the information for each officer
on her hand-held as she inspected them and then the S&I officer
scanned the cadets, staff and instructors one last time in order
to properly update their records.

Julie found these Inventory Days tedious but she waited patiently
until her turn came. As she waited, she kept a watch out for
Karen: she knew that she would be reporting back today and hoped
that they would meet, but she was nowhere to be seen. Despite
their daily cam sex, she longed to be kneeling behind her again,
her tongue spearing into her.

When she eventually got back to her room, she found a written
order waiting for her, instructing her to report to the school
gym at 7.30.pm for "servicing duties". She felt an immediate
twinge of excitement: it was a tradition that General Martelli
had her annual orgy in the school gym at the beginning of the
fall semester, and members of the Corps of Cadets were invited to
service the officers and instructors.

Julie rushed to complete the tasks of the day and then reported
to the gym at the required time where, without pause, she and the
other selected second year cadets were strapped to rape tables
and placed around the gym hall. To start with, she had time to
look around. The General was already there, walking around in her
dominatrix uniform with her strap-on, and the two majors were
wearing their puppy outfits and crawling on either side of her.
Behind her, the Colonel was naked and followed her attentively:
every time the general stopped to do something or talk to an
officer, the Colonel would get on her knees, spread the General's
ass cheeks and kiss and lick her puckered anus.

Julie also saw the other cadets: the third year cadets had their
heads strapped to chairs so that when an officer sat down she
would sit on the face of the cadet. For the new fourth year
cadets, the Mistresses, there were poles placed around the gym
and they were dancing and stripping for the officers. Eventually,
as the officers loosened up, the evening became something of a
blur for Julie. All her holes were used again and again, most
often by strap-ons of various sizes, but sometimes also by
fingers and tongues, until when the orgy finished up in the early
morning and she was unstrapped from the rape table, her throat,
ass and cunt were sore and hurting and she walked funny.

When she got back to her room, Megan told her that Clit Moss had
been looking for her and expected her to report to her room as
soon as she got back. Despite the abuse she had been through,
Julie felt her cunt pulse at the chance to finally meet with
Karen and ran as best she could down the corridor to her room.
She knocked and entered, and instead of kissing her on the lips,
Julie knelt down behind her, lifted her short skirt and kissed
Karen's ass then her anus, pushing her sore tongue into the
brown, puckered hole with abandon. When Karen saw the state she
was in, she lay Julie on the bed and soothed her sore holes with
her tongue, using her spit to soften the bruised and swollen
openings. The following morning, a picture of Julie's face buried
in Karen's ass was posted on the school site with hearts drawn
around it, and it was a big hit for the next several days: an
anonymous cadet had taken it, sneaking down the corridor and
snapping it with her phone without being seen.

Apart from her formal training, Julie's personal sex life seemed
to blossom. Megan and Julie were still roommates but each had
separate beds now. They still made out whenever they wanted, but
it was a tradition that Cunts selected a cadet of their own from
the new intake of Assholes to service them until they graduated,
just as Karen had selected her. Julie picked a girl called Stacy
with brunette hair and big brown doe eyes. Her tits were medium
size, just the right amount for a handful Julie thought, and she
quickly showed that her mouth was very talented. In particular,
apart from regular fucking, Julie like to have her toes sucked
and feet licked and so that was what Stacy spent much of her time
doing. Megan chose a girl called Andrea and quickly showed a love
for having her arm pits licked. She would lay on the bed all
stretched out as Andrea leaned in with her nose and mouth and
licked up and down Megan's arm pits. There were times that Megan
would cum just from the licking which Julie thought was weird.

Apart from the attentions of Megan and Stacy, Julie would still
service Karen several times a week. She would shave Karen from
her neck down paying particular attention to her anus. They
became so intimate that Julie knew her smells and tastes, what
she liked and what she didn't. She found herself looking forward
to seeing Karen and was disappointed when she didn't have that
chance because of study time or classes or punishments got in the
way.

Very quickly after their return, the cadets' lives returned to
the normal routine of study and service, punctuated every now and
then by unexpected developments. Several days before school
started a new chairman of the ASS was promoted after the previous
chairman had retired at age 50.  As was now traditional, the
porcelain life-like faces and heads in the bathrooms were changed
to the likeness of the new chairman, and Julie stood there
looking down at the newly installed commode admiring the woman
whose likeness she would sit on: she must be a very pretty woman,
thought Julie as she lifted her skirt and sat down on her face,
and for a thrilling moment, an image of her own face, open
mouthed beneath General Martelli, popped into her mind.

The new assholes were busy servicing new incoming male recruits,
and there was a greater urgency in their training: another war
was about to break out again in Mexico. This was the fifth or
sixth time that they would be fighting in this dysfunctional
country, and Julie wondered why the US didn't just absorb the
place into the union? Hell, enough `Merican blood had been shed
there already!

As part of the build up, and to boost morale, Julie and twenty
other cadets and officers were picked by the Supplies and
Inventory officer for a promotion party at the officers' club: a
male LTC had been promoted to colonel and he had invited nineteen
of his friends to celebrate with him before he flew out to take
up his new duries. Colonel Martin, the commandant of cadets, was
designated the senior ASS officer in charge of the females at the
party and she was given the sole responsibility for organising a
fitting send-off for the newly promoted colonel.

The women used their training in cosmetology to add hair
extensions, pasties, and make-up. To fit the party theme, Julie
and nine other officers, all naked except for hold-up stockings,
were put into different cakes that were on wheels and wheeled out
into the main party area where they waited for the signal to pop
out of the top. As she crouched bent over in her cake, Julie
could hear the loud thumping music start and the cheering and
clapping of the male officers as Colonel Martin and nine other
ASS officers started to pole dance and striptease on the stage in
front of them, and she started to apply liberal quantities of
lube to her cunt and anus. She always found this an exciting
time, the anticipation of all those cocks, but she had learned
from painful experience that there would be no finesse, just
brutal fucking, and so now she was always prepared.

After what seemed like an eternity, a green light came on in
Julie's cake and although her back ached from the long wait,  she
managed to pop the top on the cake and stand up with her arms
raised above her head, a big smile on her face, and two little
airplane props on her nipples that spun around as soon as she
stood up. There was an immediate loud cheer and two officers
helped her out of the cake. As soon as they got her out they
pushed her to her knees and in no time, she felt hands on her
tits and thighs and fingers pushing roughly into her cunt and
anus as the first cock slid into her mouth.

Afterwards, Julie's jaw hurt and her knees were stiff because she
spent most of her time on her them, sucking and licking cocks.
Her other holes had been used as well, but not as much as she had
expected: it seems they had some sort of bukkake thing going
because her face and hair was covered in flakes of dried cum,
lots of it. During the party Julie was able to watch Colonel
Martin being abused by the newly promoted colonel and was amazed
by the level of her training and self-control. First the new
Colonel, surrounded by his cheering party guests, put a plate on
the floor and took a shit on it, and then took Colonel Martin's
cunt cap and wiped his ass with it. As she was on her knees
sucking his cock, he put the cunt cap on her head, to the delight
of his friends who laughed at how stupid she looked, and then
bunched up her uniform and pissed on it. Julie was filled with
admiration at Colonel Martin's willingness to submit to the
lowest indignities, especially at the end of the evening when,
for the entertainment of the male officers, the new Colonel
slapped and spanked her, and then had her suspended upside down
with her wrists and elbows cuffed behind her back so that he
could whip her cunt. Finally, seeing her red swollen labia, he
invited his friends to piss on her, "to cool her down." as he put
it, and they did so with delight. As she returned to her room,
the image of Colonel Martin hanging upside down, her cunt
painfully swollen, piss dripping from her hair, was etched on her
mind: she  determined there and then, that like the Colonel, she
would train herself to accept humiliation with the same, calm
dignity.

The term quickly settled into a rhythm: classes went on as usual,
the inventory was taken each month and the Cunts were submitted
to just as much discipline and humiliation as when they were
Assholes. Julie sent regular video updates home to her mother:
her father would not watch them but her mother encouraged her
daughter to keep sending them as she enjoyed knowing what her
daughter was going through.

Karen and Julie saw more of each other, and their relationship
grew deeper. Cunt Julie still submitted herself to be used by
Clit Moss, and she still spent much of their time together with
her face buried in Karen's ass, but now it was not about
discipline and obedience, but about lust and longing. Sometimes,
Julie would bring the Asshole Stacy to Karen's room so that she
could have her toes sucked and her feet licked and other times
Stacy would kiss and lick Julie's ass as Julie took care of
Karen. Julie had even occasionally made Stacy double team with
her, bringing Karen to screaming orgasms as one took her anus and
the other her cunt.

About a month in to the semester, General Maggie Clark, the new
chairman of the ASS, came to the academy on her tour of the
various commands. It was common practice for the newly appointed
chairman to tour all the bases and units where there were female
officers but General Clark caused particular interest among the
cadets and officers because she was in one of the first cadet
classes when ASS took over and therefore one of what became known
as "the new breed" of female officers. She was 47 years old , by
all accounts charismatic and clever, and Julie was really looking
forward to seeing her, especially as she had been chosen to play
a key part at the evening orgy on the day of her visit.

 When that day arrived, all the officers and cadets were required
to attend a meeting in the college auditorium to welcome her and
to listen to her speak. Her arrival was marked by Colonel Martin
shouting "Atten-Hut!!" and all the officers and cadets stood at
attention as General Clark walked out on stage. She wore the blue
uniform, light blue blouse that had one button buttoned under her
breasts, the short dark blue mini-skirt that was tight around her
waist, white thigh hose with blue ribbons at the top and black
six inch stilettos. On her shoulders were the four stars
signifying her rank.

She walked slowly up to the podium, exuding an air of command and
sultry sexuality. She looked around confidently  at the assembled
troops and then down at the podium. The podium was unusual and
had already aroused the curiosity of the audience before the
General's arrival because it was actually one of her aides. Julie
didn't know the rank of the aide but the woman was nude, had a
spreader bar attached to her ankles, and a dog collar around her
neck which had a chain attached to the spreader bar, forcing the
woman to bend-over at the waist. Her wrists and elbows were
cuffed behind her back and between her shoulders rested the
microphone. General Clark lifted her mini-skirt up, reaching
under it and pulling out a strap-on dildo that was hidden
underneath, and gasps of surprise whispered around the
auditorium. She spat on the aide's ass, rubbing in her spit, and
then worked her dildo into the woman's anus. The general turned
on the vibrating dildo and everybody watched the young aide begin
to shiver and grimace as the dildo came to life.

General Clark tapped the microphone a couple of times. She looked
out at the officers and cadets then said, "SIT!" like someone
would say to a dog. There was a moment's pause, and then the
rumble of hundreds bottoms settling on hundreds of chairs.

"Good afternoon ladies," the General smiled. "My purpose in
coming here is to introduce myself, to look at the facilities and
the personnel assigned, and let you know what is going on at
headquarters." She paused. "I should also add that my visit will
also give the cadets a better face to look at than the
representation on the toilet."

Everybody laughed, but quietened at once as the expression on the
General's face became serious. As if to underline this, the
thrusts of the strap-on into the aide's anus seemed to grow
harder and deeper.

 "As you all know we are at war again in Mexico, and once again,
the government there has asked for our help. The cartels have
breached the neutral zone along the Rio Grande and have routed
the Mexican army. In response, the DoD is looking to call up
reservists and move most of its office support personnel to bases
closer to the war zone and as a consequence, requested ASS that
we step in and cover for the vacated positions within the office
support staff."

There was a buzz of discontent from the officers but the General
ignored it.

 "What that means is ASS will supply officers for secretarial
duties at a handful of installations. Most of the secretarial
positions will be in the Pentagon with others up and down the
east coast." She paused. "Our personnel people have looked at our
supplies and inventory master list and have made recommendations
that officers from the rank of Major to Colonel would make the
best secretaries."

Now there was more and louder grumbling, and again the General
ignored it.

"The personnel people have determined that we have an
over-abundance of officers at those ranks and that using those
officers, we would have no problem filling the vacated secretary
positions. Remember, all secretary positions are male situated
but now those males will be moved closer to the front lines.
Remember also that however much those chosen might object to
being used to fill in, they will be doing so to support those
brave male soldiers whom we have been trained to serve!"

The general looked over the audience, daring them to object, but
now there was silence.

"However, although I am now Commander-in-Chief of ASS, I have
worked my way up through the ranks and I know how hard it can be
to have your career suddenly interrupted by some crisis or other.
Therefore I have taken steps to ensure that no officer will
suffer should they find themselves transferred: as an incentive
for these officers to step into these positions, I have
authorised ASS to add a monthly 75 percent bonus to their normal
pay and ensure that their posting would be only a one year
assignment.  I would therefore encourage all officers between the
rank of Major and Colonel to step up to the plate for this
assignment: if we fail get the required number of officers to
fill the vacated secretary positions, then I will be forced to
instruct Personnel to randomly pick and assign officers, and
those officers will not receive the bonus pay and the assignment
will be for two years, not one."

Again the general stopped and surveyed the audience, and it was
only now that Julie noticed that she was still thrusting the
strap-on into her aide's anus. After a few moments, she cleared
her throat and moved on.

"We have been getting reports from the field that some of our
officers are getting low ranked service reports when carrying out
their servicing duties. It seems that some officers have not been
enthusiastic in performing their servicing duties and have
slacked off. Some look at the servicing aspect of our
organization as a menial task that is below them. Now I do not
want you to think that I am picking out this base especially, and
I know from General Martelli that you are very successful at
performing your duties. I am simply reminding all officers at the
installations I am visiting that the reason ASS was formed was to
sexually service the male servicemen of our armed forces. That is
our first and most important job. Anything else we do is a
distance second. None of us like to get slapped, kicked, pissed
on, spat on, or any other disgusting thing, but we are adult
women and officers of our auxiliary forces and we gladly accept
the abuse that is given to us. Therefore I have decided that
there will be a psychological punishment for officers who receive
low ratings for their servicing duties and our psychiatric
department has come up with the solution."

Julie and the others sat forward on their chairs.

"The psychological punishment that I have authorized is putting
an officer in a straight jacket in a sound proof room listening
to a dripping faucet or an irregular beeping noise for up to 48
hours."

There was murmuring from the officers and cadets.

"The commanding officer of the unit will evaluate the offending
officer for any mental defects that might have occurred during
the punishment. Depending on what is observed the punished
officer will either be returned to duty or retired from duty with
no psychological medical support. To ensure that this gets up and
running quickly, our construction office will be sending a team
to each installation over the next few months to build ten sound
proof rooms and install the computer system that will run it."

The audience of officers and cadets murmured again.

"Now I am sure that this might sound a little dramatic, and some
of you might be shocked, but this is a serious problem that must
be nipped in the bud. ASS will not tolerate officers who are
slackers in their servicing tasks. Ladies, I ask you, how could
we refuse to do our duty properly when the brave young men we are
servicing might shortly be on the battlefield, risking their
lives for their country?" She paused and looked around the
auditorium. "I would be any General's piss whore, any soldier's
cum slut if it meant that I could bring a moment of pleasure to a
brave man who was about to put his life on the line!"

She stopped and for a moment there was silence. Then the applause
started, just a few at first, spreading like a wild fire until
everyone was on her feet, applauding.

The general spoke for another hour while all the time moving her
hips back and forth, pushing the dildo in and out of the female
podium's anus. The poor thing was slobbering on the floor between
her feet and Julie was getting wet just looking at her: Oh how
she wished she could be an aide some day.

That evening General Clark hosted an orgy in the Officers Club.
For much of the evening, she reclined on a chair that had a hole
in the middle of the seat, beneath which was Julie, licking the
General's anus and cunt while a dozen young officers licked up
and down her body, licking her toes, legs, thighs, stomach, tits
and neck. When Lt. Jennings had told Julie that she had been
assigned the notable honour of pleasuring the General in this
way, she could hardly contain her excitement, and only did so
because she knew that the other officers and cadets were likely
to be jealous. Once she was in position, however, she put her
heart into it, dipping her tongue deep and savouring the
different flavours of the two hole while above her, the General
ate grapes and talked with General Martelli who, as usual, was
wearing her strap-on.  General Martelli had a first year cadet
under her chair licking her anus and her deputy, General Anders,
had a captain who taught English under her chair doing the same
for her.

At some time during the evening, Julie wasn't sure when, one of
the General's aides strapped two dildos to the General's thighs
so that she sat, two long ribbed ten inch dildos pointing
upwards, one on each thigh. Two Majors walked through the
spectators who had gathered and up to the General, straddling her
thighs. Both did a slow, erotic dance, kissing each other deeply
and squeezing each other's tits, before slowly impaling
themselves on the plastic cocks. Both women slowly bounced up and
down, continuing to caress each other as they fucked themselves
on the dildos, their open mouths still locked together in a
display of sexual passion: it was well known that General Clark
demanded that her officers demonstrate lesbianism on and off
duty.

Karen was also at the orgy, although her place on one of the rape
tables was less distinguished than that of her Cunt lover. She
felt a little jealous of Julie as she watched her friend happily
lick away at the General's bottom, but also intense pride: it was
rumored that not too many officers could make the General squirm
when they licked her anus, but Karen saw that every now and then
the general would squirm a little which meant that Julie's
talented tongue was doing its job.

Apart from the General's visit, the rest of the semester passed
without incident and the cadets' training continued at full pace.
At Christmas time Julie went home. She was solicited about a
dozen times for sex from the time she left the base to when the
hover craft dropped her off at home, but she managed to fend off
the advances. Her mother was glad to see but her dad still kept
his distance, his angry eyes staring at her for a moment before
turning away. Just as in the summer, Julie kept in contact with
Karen, and Stacy contacted her regularly also, while her mom
stood quietly outside her bedroom door, peeking through the
keyhole and licking her lips as her hand crept under her skirt or
down the front of her jeans: she so wanted to go in, to pretend
it was just an accident, so that she could see more clearly,
perhaps even join in....

**

Julie returned to the school in January with an air of
expectation and self-confidence: she was holding a straight `A'
4.0 grade average and she knew that, although some of her
classmates were jealous of her success,  her hard work kept her
was always on the Dean's list and very much in the notice of the
senior officers.

Her spring semester classes of her sophomore year reflected her
progress and intelligence, ranging from Chemistry and Philosophy
to Applied Probability and Conflict Analysis, and once more her
elective class choices demonstrated her dedication to the spirit
of her training. This term she chose:

*	The similarities between a well trained dog and a woman 1
credit hour: A dog and a woman were both known to be a man's best
friend. The cadets learned that like dogs, women respond best to
strong verbal and non-verbal commands. If a male stares down a
dog, it will always turn away first, because it recognizes his
authority, and the same behaviour applies with women. The unit
also studied the theories put forward by military psychiatrists
that a dog and a woman can be trained at the same time in that
when a woman is on her hands and knees next to a dog competing
for the attention of the male owner she will bark and wag her
tail just like the male dog.

*	The importance of strip-tease 1 credit hour:  There would be
some instances where as officers, cadets would be required to do
a strip-tease at parties or office gang bangs. The girls were
expected to practice in front of a mirror, and were then
videotaped dancing so that other cadets could critique their
dances moves. The girls were encouraged to start off by caressing
themselves, remembering that although they might feel awkward to
begin with this was the way that males expected to see a good
striptease begin. In order to build up anticipation and promote
erections, they should reveal key parts of their bodies only
slowly in order to tease and arouse their audience, before
exposing themselves more wantonly. Once the cadets had reached
this stage, the climax of the striptease was dealt with in a
series of practical seminars: cunt, anus, mouth, masturbation and
insertions. Finally, for standing poses they were trained in the
use of a spank or wink at the male watching them, and the use of
body position and facial expression to signify cuteness,
naughtiness and lust.

*	The importance of self-bondage 1 credit hour: This class was
important because if the officer was at a party by herself then
she would have to have experience in how to bind herself with
cuffs and spreader bars. The males could help out and there were
instances of males at the party giving the officer a helping hand
but it was the preferred method that an officer put herself into
bondage as an expression of her willingness to be submissive.
Cadets were taught the proper order of bondage, like ankles
first, then the head harness, ball gags and blind folds, then the
dildos and butt plugs and finally wrists.

The spring went quickly, dominated by the problems in Mexico. The
war was not going well for the Mexican Army: the drug cartels, or
the National Mexican Front as they chose to call themselves, had
the army on the run and had taken over the buffer zones. A
consequence of this was that as well as regular classes being
demanding, Julie found that weekend study time was hard to come
by because she and the other cadets were spending more time at
the male training barracks as new recruits were being brought in
for the war. Not of course that she didn't like her visits. The
male trainees liked to use the cadets as playthings in the
showers, tied spread-eagle on the bunks, or chained on their
hands and knees and fucked from behind and Julie and her magic
tongue was a favorite of the trainees when she showed up: all of
them loved having her face between their ass cheeks as they
rubbed their anuses up and down on her mouth.

The impact of the Mexican war and the role of ASS in providing
support to the male troops seemed to reignite the issue of gender
roles and that summer, Julie noticed on her home leave things
were changing in the civilian world. Private businesses were
demanding women that were skilled in the arts of sex and wanted
the same perks as the military. Julie's friends who were in state
and city colleges were looking at a bleak employment picture if
they weren't prepared to offer what the employers wanted: a
couple of the state colleges even offered classes to the young
women in the art of sex and pleasure, although there were no
takers, at least at the start.

Julie's mother of course had no doubts as to where her opinion
lay: she was proud of her daughter and delighted that she was
getting a top notch education and guaranteed employment. She also
found herself more and more curious about Julie's sex life, so
much so that she learned a thing or two about technology and put
two hidden cameras in Julie's room, connecting them to a smart
phone. When Julie was in her bedroom she would be on the video
link to her friend Karen, both of them masturbating and
completely unaware that Julie's mother would be sitting and
watching her daughter on the smart phone while masturbating
herself. She found her voyeurism only served to increase her
interest, especially in Karen: whoever she was, she would keep
sending Julie close-up pictures of her anus, and a very pretty
anus it was too.

**

Julie returned to the academy looking forward to an exciting
junior year and realising that she was half-way through her
college training. All 66 girls who started were still attending,
but Julie had done particularly well,  still maintaining her
straight "A" grade point average, which made her the envy of her
classmates.  And now she was a Clit.

Once more she challenged herself, both academically and in the
elective classes she chose:

*	Advanced pole dancing 1 credit hour: In this class the cadets
had to learn how to strip and dance on the pole at the same time,
how to pick musical sets and practice removing their clothes
while dancing. To pass the class the cadets had to know how to:
climb the pole with ease; pole sit; be able to hold themselves on
the pole with their arms only; how to invert without kicking -
either by stepping into it or tucking into invert position. When
girls had mastered these basic fundamentals, they were encouraged
to keep the skill by practicing several times a week.

*	The male anus and how to make love to it 1 credit: There were
ten cadets in the class so the instructor brought in ten male
trainees who were at the top of their training class. The girls
were shown how to suck and tickle the anus of the trainee with
their tongue. The trainees got into several different positions
and girls worked their tongues back and forth and into the anus.
While the cadets were doing this the instructor encouraged the
young men to call the girls names like "ass licker", "brown
noser", whores and harlots. The cadets learned to hold their head
still as the male trainee wiped his ass on her nose and mouth.
Points were awarded to the cadet who had the best posture and
penetration, while demerits were given to the cadets who couldn't
hold their head still or showed any kind of reluctance to commit
fully.

*	Bull whip for beginners 1 credit hour: The cadets were taken to
the meat locker where slabs of meat hung in cold storage. They
were shown the proper whipping stance and how to hold the whip
while they practiced their swings on the raw meat that hung from
meat hooks. As they began to control the whip better and master
the swinging motion, the cadets would be moved from whipping raw
meat to whipping their fellow trainees who would be hung upside
down in workout room.

Karen was a Mistress now but that didn't stop her and Julie from
seeing each other, and their relationship grew even closer. Julie
still kissed, licked and sucked Karen's anus, relishing the taste
so much that she found it difficult when they could not be
together. Karen gave Julie a promise ring, a ring that she had
specially made in the molded shape of her anus, and when Julie
closed her eyes and licked it, her tongue traced and recognised
every minute contour. Instead of kissing and hugging Karen, Julie
instead knelt down behind her, spread Karen's ass cheeks and
kissed her puckered hole in a true expression of her love.

"You know, Karen, that we aren't allowed to marry," Julie said as
she pulled her face from Karen's ass. They had grown so close now
that she spoke to Karen like a lover, not like a lower ranking
cadet.

"I know, but I hear that ASS is working with Congress to change
those rules."

"Gawd, that would be great!" Julie smiled and with a sigh of
contentment  put her face into her lover's ass cheeks again.

Now that she was a Clit, Julie found rape night even more fun
than when she was a Cunt. She had purchased a strap-on while on
home leave, a purple twelve inch ribbed dildo, and she used it
with glee on several of the cadet Assholes while Megan, still her
roommate for their third year, watched, two new cadets licking
her armpits throughout the night.

The only notable event during the semester was the first use of
General Clark's punishment cells. About a month after school
started two officers, a Major and a Captain, were at a motor pool
office party where some pretty heavy sexual stuff was required.
Both officers balked at the request and the Major in charge of
the motor pool wrote them up. When summoned to account for their
actions, the officers really didn't have any defence other than
they thought the request was unreasonable. After an investigation
by a Colonel, General Martelli found that they had a case to
answer and ordered that they should be taken to the punishment
cells. As was required, both officers were stripped nude and put
into straitjackets before being marched down the hallway to the
newly constructed rooms and each put into a sound proof cell. The
computer controlling the electronic sounds was programmed to work
by itself and the punishment detail locked the cells and left the
hallway.

The Major was in her cell for sixteen hours and all she heard was
the sound of a faucet dripping irregularly into a sink. When she
was eventually taken out of the cell, the floor was found to be a
mess of urine and shit and the Major looked wide eyed and had a
twitch. The medical officer kept the Major under observation for
two days before referring to the General and found her to be
extremely psychologically disturbed. Most significant among her
irrational behaviours was that when somebody turned on the faucet
to wash their hands, the Major pooped and peed herself. After
reading the psychiatrist's report, the General retired the Major
the following week.

The Captain had a better experience: she was in her cell for
twenty hours listening to a metallic sound and she also got no
sleep; when she was taken out of her cell she was drooling and
slurring her words. However, after two days in the clinic she
recovered so that when the doctor played the metallic sound
several times, the Captain didn't show a any sign of having a
problem.  The General returned the Captain back to her duties and
two weeks later had her give a lecture to the cadets and officers
on the importance of pleasing the male and doing whatever the
male required of them. "Women," the Captain said, "can be so
sexually accommodating when given proper motivation."

**

The spring of Julie's junior year began normally, and her class
choices were typically varied and ambitious. Her elective classes
were:

*	How to lap dance 1 credit: The cadets learned that the point is
of a lap dance is to make it more interactive for the male by
allowing him to touch and fondle her in a way that pleases him
and to achieve this, the cadets worked on their dancing
techniques with the male trainees. They worked on gyrating their
hips and ass in front of the trainee and shaking her tits back
and forth in his face. The cadets were encouraged to caress
themselves and were told that it was perfectly okay to let the
trainee squeeze their tits as well and run his fingers up and
down her cunt as she swayed back and forth. The cadets were also
encouraged to simulate what they would do in the bedroom once in
a while to really heat things up and to draw the trainee in, by
caressing themselves and the trainee, stroking his hair, the back
of his neck, his chest and his cock. The most important thing
they were taught was for the officer to be herself rather than
imitate some cheap barroom whore; that it is more fun being sexy
for the male because it would seem more real and so more arousing
for him than any particular moves or tricks.

*	Bull whip for advanced users 1 credit: The girls learned to
swing the whip with both arms just not their "strong" arm. An
officer who was proficient in using the whip could easily change
hands with the whip without breaking the rhythm of the swing. The
girls were taught to apply the right amount of strength to the
swing so that it did not damage the skin of the cadet hanging
upside down. In addition, as the whipping became more proficient,
cadets were given training in the psychological acceptance and
enjoyment of pain.

*	Female self-objectification 1 credit:  The cadets learned that
sexual objectification is the act of treating a woman as an
instrument of male sexual pleasure and that objectification more
broadly means treating women as a commodity or an object, without
regard to their personality or dignity. They learned through
research that a male is less interested in what's on a woman's
mind than in the size of her tits and how tight her cunt is. The
cadets studied self-objectification at the level of today's
society and they also examined the behavior of male individuals.
The class covered the theory that modern women objectify
themselves as an expression of their submission to the male.

Ironically she was about to get an insight into her role and the
male mind that was even more illuminating than her elective
class.

In May, the new deputy commander of the training command, a 1
star General named Buford Hokes, had his arrival party at his
house. General Hokes was what was known as a rising star within
the Air Force: he had made his star at the age of forty and was
widely thought to be on his way to the Joint Chiefs of Staff.
However, for now, he was a deputy commander under General Devers.


In preparation, the Major in S&I had gotten the request for
personnel two days before the party. She selected General Anders,
the 1 star deputy to General Martelli. She had been passed over
twice for her second star so she was set to retire on July 1, but
as she was the only 1 star general on the base and therefore of
equal rank to General Hokes, she was selected to lead the cadets
and officers to General Hokes's party. At the appointed time,
General Anders, 2 Colonels and 2 Majors, Lt Jennings, along with
Julie and ten other cadets, arrived at the General's house in
their uniforms, entering by the back door. The female catering
employees showed them where they would be working, especially the
dinner table, glass of course.

As General Anders was talking to the chef getting some details,
Julie decided to take a quick look around the house. If she got
caught it would be big time trouble for her but she was curious.
She quickly walked into the hall and looked around. There were
pictures on the wall and on the end tables, but if Hokes had
kids, she didn't see them in any pictures, and then when she
walked down the hallway a little ways, she saw why.

The first picture she saw was of the General and what Julie
supposed was his wife. He was in his Air Force uniform standing
next to his wife who was wearing the newest evening floor-length
gown. Her arms were covered with the same material up to her arm
pits and then there was a thin piece of material from her arms to
the gown "collar" around her neck. Julie had seen this type of
gown before: there would be no material for the back of the gown
so the woman's would be exposed, but more sensationally, the
picture showed that the gown did not cover the woman's breasts or
stomach. It was the sort of gown that worked only if the woman
didn't have sagging breasts and Hokes's wife clearly did not. But
that's not what caught Julie's eye: the General was holding a
leash that was attached to a spiked dog collar around his wife's
neck and he had a smirk on his face. She took a few steps down
the hallway and saw another picture of his wife, nude, on her
hands and knees on some grass with the same collar and leash. She
was positioned on one side of her husband and on the his other
was a Doberman Pincher in the sitting position, a thick red cock
clearly visible between its back legs. Hokes himself had the butt
of a shotgun resting on his hip and the smirk on his face
conveyed the same arrogance as the previous picture. Julie tried
to make out the context of the picture but all she could make out
was what looked like a forest in the background.

Julie heard the sound of activity and quickly turned around and
joined the others in the dining room. The chef informed Anders
that they were to keep their uniforms on and that their places
under the table were labelled with their names and then signalled
Julie and the cadets to crawl under the table first. They quickly
found their names tacked on the front of each chair and Julie was
excited to see that Anders would be to her left and Colonel
Martin to her right. She wondered whose cock would be in the
chair in front of her and if perhaps it was someone important.
For the next hour the officers waited quietly under the table,
kneeling in front of their allotted chairs, until at last the
doorbell rang with the arrival of the guests and their wives. For
a little while there was the sound of activity but no one came
into the dining room and the girls continued to wait, their knees
sore. Occasionally, she could hear male laughter and talking
coming from the living room, but she couldn't hear the wives and
wondered where they were and why they were here. For a second she
thought about the picture of General's wife and her collar and
the dog's cock, and she felt her cunt grow moist.

Finally somebody called out, "Come girls! Dinner time!" and there
was the sound of male laughter. The men walked into the dining
room first, dressed in their uniform shirts but without their
pants and their cocks swinging in front of them and Julie
nervously scanned them as she prepared herself to receive
whichever cock ended up in front of her. Just then she heard the
sound of, well she didn't know what it was. Around the corner
came the wives on their hands and knees, scampering like dogs.
They had tails sticking out of their asses with paw gloves on
their hands and knees and their ankles strapped to their thighs.
An older looking woman, probably in her late forties or early
fifties took up a sitting position like a dog next to the chair
where Julie was kneeling, her tongue hanging out the corner of
her mouth and panting loudly. Almost at once, a man sat down in
the chair in front of Julie, his thick cock hanging down and
swinging as he moved his chair into the table, and she waited for
it to stop moving back and forth before she engulfed it with her
mouth.

Julie stole a glance to her left and saw that General Anders was
working Hokes's cock up and down and to her right, Colonel
Martin's head was bobbing up and down. She also noticed that
every male seated at the table had his wife in a dog outfit
sitting like a dog, looking at her husband. She couldn't do more
than glance because she needed to pay attention to the cock in
her mouth and so she began to concentrate on mouth fucking it.
Above her head, the men were talking and her ears pricked up when
somebody nearby referred to the man she was sucking as "Senator".


"An important person," thought Julie so she slowed her efforts to
tease his cock a little more. She glanced every now and again at
his wife but she never looked at Julie the whole time; the only
time she moved was on those occasions when the Senator offered
her his hand so that she could eat something out of it.

To begin with, Julie was so preoccupied with sucking cock that
she paid no attention to what was being said at the table, but as
she relaxed and started to tune in to what they were saying. It
was the men who were doing all the talking and the conversation
was about how women were second class citizens and, even though
they might have degrees and such, they were still man's best
friend, like the common household pet, the dog. Everybody laughed
and the Senator, who had been speaking, put his left hand on top
of Julie's head and stroked her hair. Julie responded at once as
her training had taught her and used her tongue to explore his
piss hole and then run it up and down his cock. As she did so, he
once more fed his wife from his hand.

The conversation moved on as the men talked about gun dog hunting
and whose wife was the best pointer, comparing their skills and
which of them were the most loyal and obedient pets and as Julie
sucked with professional enthusiasm, she wondered if the men and
their wives weren't in some kind of club. She also noticed that
at no time were any of the women involved in the conversation.

She listened and sucked a little longer until, near the end of
the dinner, she felt the Senator tensing and knew that he
couldn't hold back any longer. He reached down and put both hands
on the back of Julie's head, pushing her face hard into his
crotch and letting loose thick streams of his cum into her mouth.
She easily deep throated and then pulled back slightly so that
his spunk went into her mouth: it was this part of drinking a
man's cum that she liked the best; the thick cream, the tastiness
of it. As soon as he had finished cumming, he pushed Julie's head
away and got up and walked away from the table with the other
men, their wives following obediently behind them.

The chef came out of the kitchen and told Anders that they were
to go to the parlor, the third door on the right down the
hallway, and line on their hands and knees, naked, along the
bookcase wall. The General got out from under the table and asked
where they were to put their uniforms and the chef told them once
they got to the parlor to put them in a pile in the middle of the
floor. As Anders and the officers walked down the hallway, some
of the cadets and officers congratulated Julie on the way she had
sucked off the Senator and she knew that they were gleefully
jealous of her. Anders though had a serious look on her face.

"Alright, ladies, be ready for anything. This is out of the
ordinary for Devers," she said as she started taking off her
uniform.

"You think he's showing off for the Senator, whatever his name
is?" asked a Colonel.

"Yeah, maybe. It is strange that Devers isn't here as he is the
ranking officer on base," Anders replied. "Remember, as I said,
be ready for anything. This new General is an unknown quantity."

Somewhat alarmed by Anders' seriousness, the officers and cadets
piled their uniforms in the middle of the room and then got on
their hands and knees along the bookcase wall, facing the room.
They didn't say anything or move as the chef and her attendants
brought in trays of different finger foods and placed them around
the room; they just watched the door and waited.

After what seemed like a long time, they finally heard the men
walking down the hallway laughing and talking and they entered
the parlor ignoring the officers and cadets on their hands and
knees. The men were still wearing their socks and dress shoes,
shirt, tie and business coat but no underwear or pants, their
cocks swinging back and forth in front of them. General Hokes
walked over to the bar and took out the brandy as the other men
stood around talking with each other and another officer offered
cigars. Then down the hallway came the scampering sounds of their
wives, and the women ran into the parlor out breath, still in
their dog outfits and acting like dogs. Once inside, they rubbed
themselves against the leg of their husbands, sniffing their anus
and testicles, trying to get their attention with growling and
whimpering, and Julie noticed that they followed the lead of
Hokes's and the Senator's wives.

General Hokes grinned down at them for a moment and then
commanded, "Play bitches!"

At once, the General's wife and the Senator's wife bounded over
the pile of uniforms. The Senator's wife took a blouse in her
mouth and Hokes's wife grabbed the other end of it with her teeth
and both women started to swing their heads back and forth,
growling at each other as they stretched the blouse until the two
women started to tear the blouse apart with their mouths. One
woman pawed out a skirt and blouse, lifted her leg and peed on
the both. Another squatted down over a small pile of blouses and
pooped on them, then rubbing her ass on the skirts.

"What fucking animal's women can be," chuckled General Hokes as
he handed out the glasses of brandy.

The Senator handed him a cigar. "The psychiatrists were right,
Buford. Women with a little bit of operant conditioning can be
made to do things for the enjoyment of the male," the Senator
said authoritatively, lighting his own cigar.

"Yes, and it also helps that our depraved wives agreed to join
our experiment," the General smiled as he lit his.

"Gives them something important to do," laughed the Senator, and
the men around him joined his laughter.

A younger officer picked up a cunt cap and waved it at one of the
wives who came over and grabbed it with her mouth. The woman
shook her head back and forth, growling at the officer as she
tried to pull the cap out of his hand but he continued to pull
back, laughing at her. Finally, he let go of it and the woman
scampered off to the corner of the room, the tail in her anus
wagging happily, and then settled down to chew on the cap.

"Bored wives make for trouble at home. This gives them an outlet
to really be themselves," a Colonel said, looking around the
room: the uniforms had been scattered around room with most of
them pooped and peed on.

Suddenly, the General yelled out, "HEEL!"

The women stopped what they were doing and came to a perfect four
point stance. Hokes walked over to a box in the corner and took
out a lot of strap-on dildos which he handed out to the others.
The men put their glasses of brandy on the tables then knelt down
and attached the strap-ons to their wives, giving them verbal
complements and petting them like dogs, scratching them behind
the ears. It took several minutes but finally they all stood up
and looked at the General.

"Fuck!" the general said. It was not a curse, as Julie first
thought, but a command.

Immediately, the Senator's wife quickly bounded over to Julie,
pushed past her and came up behind her. She lay on Julie's back
using her pawed covered hand to adjust the dildo and push it into
Julie's already sopping cunt before putting her paws on Julie's
shoulders and pushing and pulling the strap-on in and out of
Julie's cunt."I'm going to fuck you raw, you cunt!" whispered the
woman, leaning forward a little, and Julie could feel drops of
spit and drool on her back and neck as the dildo savagely fucked
her.

"Look at these stupid bitches," the Senator said as he walked
over and stood in front of Julie and his wife. The woman started
fucking even harder and Julie started to gasp, pushing back
against the woman. The Senator's cock was sticking straight up
now and hard as a rock. "All women should be doing this."

The Senator's wife leaned forward and took Julie's neck in her
mouth and tried to shake her head. Julie was on the verge of
cumming and so was the woman, the clit massager rubbing hard
against the Senator's wife's swollen clit. The woman started
growling and barking and the other women, also fucking, took up
the howl as the men encouraged their wives to fuck the officers
harder, laughing as they watched the scene.

Hokes walked across and knelt down in front of Anders who was
being fucked by the young wife of one of the officers. He
squatted obscenely, his legs stretched wide and his cock sticking
right up in front of her face and patted her on the head.

"You're a fucking whore aren't you Anders? You and your bitches."
He spat the words, sending flecks of saliva into her face.

Anders knew that Hokes was testing her, tempting her into saying
something she shouldn't, so she just grunted and pushed back
against the young woman who was fucking her, gritting her teeth.

"You're not really a general, you're just a bitch with holes to
be fucked," he hissed as he pushed his cock into her mouth.
"Yeah, bitch, that's all your good for!"

Anders sucked Hokes's cock as she was fucked from behind. Another
minute and the young woman came and the Anders pushed back,
grinding her cunt on the dildo and came also. She still had
Hokes's cock in her mouth but the General came in her mouth just
as the dildo was pulled from her cunt.

"That's it you good little whore, take it all," he hissed.

There was a loud whistle and Julie, close to cumming, felt the
strap-on pull quickly out of her cunt, leaving her gaping and
frustrated. The woman got down off of her and crawled to her
husband, sitting obediently in the doggie position looking up at
him. He ignored her and turned to the other men.

 "As we can see here gentlemen, women are weak minded and need to
be led, to be shown their rightful place on their hands and knees
to please the male population. It is our hope that we can employ
women in menial jobs in the private sector as well as the public
sector. To that end my colleagues in Congress and I are working
on legislation that will officially make women second class
citizens, with watered down college degrees and minimum wages so
that they are dependent on the male population." Looking down at
his wife and running his fingers through her hair, he continued,
"Our little experiment and tests with our wives have shown that
women are animals deep down inside, and that they want more than
anything to please the male. Not only that; they have also shown
that it is a woman's natural role, one they enjoy, the only one
they are any good for."

"Hear, hear," the officers replied.

The wives scampered out of the parlor and the men sat in the easy
chairs as the female officers and cadets knelt between their legs
sucking their cocks. As she massaged his shaft with her tongue,
Julie wondered what the Senator was getting at; what was this
little experiment and tests? It was true that women were always
second class citizens: they had never made the same wage as males
in the same job, they never held positions of importance in big
corporations, and a lot of businesses owned by women were shunned
by suppliers and buyers. Yet despite of all that, now this
Senator declared that he wanted to tighten the grip on women.
Well she could hardly complain as she was sucking his cock. The
man was running his fingers through her hair, the bastard, but
she smiled up at him. She hoped that Anders had heard the same
thing she did.

Twenty minutes later the wives came back into the parlor wearing
their evening gowns, their hair done up and make-up properly
applied. Julie was on her hands and knees with her head on the
ground and her ass in air as the Senator crouched behind her
fucking her anus, and the other officers and cadets were being
fucked in various positions. The wives stood and watched for a
little while and then, much to Julie's discomfort, the Senator's
wife walked over to him as he grunted and sweated behind her and
kissed him on the cheek, whispering something in his ear.

She walked back to the other wives and each of them produced a
long thin glass, shaped like a dildo. Without breaking his
stride, the Senator looked around the room and called out, "So
who has a piss hard-on?"

"Here, sir," two young officers replied as they pulled their
cocks out of the cunts of the two cadets. As the Senator's cock
continued to piston in and out of her anus, Julie watched out the
corner of her eye as the two men walked over to the wives. The
Senator's wife took hold of the officer's cock, pulling it down
and then putting the cock in her glass. The officer let loose
with his pee and as the glass filled up the Senator's wife pulled
the glass slowly back so that three quarters of the glass was
filled with piss. The officer then stopped the flow and he and
his friend went round filling the glasses of the other wives
until each of the women held a glass full of warm piss.

The Senator's wife held up her glass and proclaimed, "To the
superiority of men!" before drinking down the urine all in one
go. The other women followed her example, and quickly the glasses
were empty. From then on, as the wives finished their drinks
other officers would take their turn refresh their glasses.
Throughout the rest of the evening, the women stood around
talking amongst themselves as their husbands sat with the ASS
officers sucking them. Once more, the talk turned to how to
legislate changes in the law that made women officially second
class citizens and the problems in getting the law passed until
the Senator brought the conversation to a conclusion:

"There will be a lot of opposition to it," he said grandly, "but
I am sure that it can be done. You see, the thing to remember is
that women deep down know that they are second class citizens
and, given the choice, they will willingly accept any humiliation
or degradation, no matter how "important" they think they are, in
order to submit themselves to a man's will." He paused, looking
smug. "Let me give you a demonstration."

He looked around the room until he found General Anders. "You,
Anders," he shouted, "come here."

The General, naked like all the other ASS personnel, had been
kneeling in front of one of the officers, but she got up and
walked over to the Senator, stopping in front of him.

"Lie down on that pile of uniforms!" he commanded.

General Anders quickly did as she was asked, lowering herself
carefully onto the shit stained, pee-soaked clothing. By now, she
was the centre of attention and all other activity in the room
had stopped.

The Senator walked over and smiled down at her. "General," he
said quietly, his voice oily and threatening, "I need to piss,
and I have decided that rather than bother to go to the john, I
will piss over you. This is a demeaning and humiliating thing for
me to do, to use you as a urinal, but I am a man, and it is my
will. Now as a woman, General, you have a choice." The Senator
snapped his fingers and aide quickly came to the Senator's side
handing him a piece of paper. The aide's cock was swinging back
and forth in front of him one of the Julie's fellow cadets had
been sucking him. "To deny me my wish, all you have to do is to
get up take this paper from my hand and leave, but your officers
stay here until the end. This paper by the way is the performance
report for this evening which was outstanding." The Senator
looked down at the General. "Or you can submit me and let me do
what I desire. I want you to choose, General, and if you decide
to submit to me, all you have to do is open your mouth."

Julie could almost touch the tension in the silent room, and
realised after a moment that she was holding her breath. All eyes
were on General Anders who for what seemed like an age lay still.
Would she abandon her fellow officers and the cadets? Julie hoped
not. Then, slowly, she opened her mouth. The Senator started to
urinate almost at once and the arc of yellow liquid found her
open mouth with unerring accuracy. For a moment, the only sound
in the room was the sound of piss filling the Generals mouth,
like a cup filled from a faucet, and then the men started to
laugh, quietly at first and then louder, cheering the Senator as
he stood urinating with a broad smile on his face.

"I think I have proved my point," he chuckled smugly as he
dropped the paper to the floor. "Any of you gentlemen care to
join me?"

Three other officers stepped forward and, to the encouragement of
their colleagues and the cheers of their wives, also began to
pee. Below them, General Anders lay still under a deluge of
urine, her mouth held open and overflowing, and her eyes looking
into the unfocused distance.

After that, the evening finished very quickly. The men stood up,
and dressed and joined their wives, and then made their
departure, leaving the cadets and officers still kneeling in
their positions in front of the chairs. After saying goodbye to
his guests, General Hokes returned to the room and walked over to
General Anders. "Get these whores out of here!" he commanded, and
then span on his heel and left the room.

On the hovercraft return Julie watched Anders: they had helped
her clean up a little and retrieved her clothes; now the woman
was clutching her blouse to her chest with one hand while she
continually smoothed her skirt down with the other, and all the
time she stared into the distance. The others were only partially
dressed as much of their uniform smelled of pee and shit. That
was to be expected though. What bothered Julie was the
conversation about women and legislation.

General Hokes continued to have parties at his house and the S&I
officer sent different cadets and officers to attend. The only
officer who was a constant was General Anders since she was the
only 1 star female on the base. The events of that night stayed
with Julie, but eventually she had to put thoughts aside as she
approached and prepared for final exams coming at the end of
junior year. She still maintained a perfect grade point average
which was the envy of her fellow cadets and she was determined
not to let her standards slip.

On those occasions when Julie was able to catch the news on TV,
she found events in the world depressing: the war in Mexico
showed no sign of ending, and another war was pending over the
fate of the Aleutian Islands. The federation of Siberia, a
breakaway region from the old Russian Federation wanted the
islands returned, claiming that the Czar in the 1800s improperly
sold the region to the US, and now they wanted it back.

Every now and then, she see the Senator on the news programmes,
advocating new legislation to change the role of women in
society, especially the extent of their education and limitations
on their  job opportunities and career potential. He was
proposing that funding be reduced for female education programs
and sports at the college level using as an excuse the cost of
the Mexican war. That sparked outrage and debate across the
country, but the Senator and his allies in Congress pushed to
change the curriculum for young women so that qualifications
would be easier to obtain, but of less value in comparison to
male qualifications. Julie didn't see anything good coming out of
that for her friends who were still in college with no job
prospects.

**

Over her summer vacation, the Senator's ideas continued to make
the headlines and when Julie hung out with her friends, she saw
the impact they were having on their lives. They complained that
the state college was reviewing its education policies towards
young women, and with the loss of federal funding, some areas of
women's studies were already being cut back or replaced with what
they considered fluff classes. One of the ideas to replace those
studies that college was trying to implement was a program to
train young women in the art of pleasure and service, something
that would be meaningful in the job market. All too familiar
changes were slowly coming to the civilian world, Julie realised.

Julie also found herself being approached because of her training
with ASS. The state college texted Julie two weeks into her
summer vacation asking is she could give a lecture on the classes
and set-up at the female air force academy with particular
emphasis on the elective classes. It would have been no problem
but Julie politely declined as she would have to get permission
from ASS to do any public speaking engagements.

Even her girlfriends tried to take advantage of her, asking her
if she would dance at the local strip club. Apparently one of
them had bragged to the owner about Julie and he offered to let
Julie dance and keep any tips she made. Julie declined because
that was not authorized by ASS as she was still a cadet and not
an officer yet. She explained to her friends that if she was a
commissioned officer and she was on leave or off duty, she could
dance at a strip club but she was still in a probationary period
as a cadet. Her girlfriends were disappointed and Julie felt very
awkward, but she was not willing to risk her career. Perhaps when
she was a commissioned officer, things might be different: Julie
had overheard other officers talking about "moonlighting" after
work in nude bars and strip joints and several even organized
orgies for male tour groups which paid top dollar. She had heard
from those officers that the work wasn't life changing or
meaningful, but the pay was good.

Julie's mom hung around her more also, always anxious to do
things for her daughter. For example, Julie had always washed her
own clothes but her mother was particularly insistent that she
took over that part for her. What Julie couldn't know was that
her mother was sniffing and licking her thong underwear before
washing them. As before, Julie's mother also continued to peek in
on her daughter when she was in her bedroom and she was still
trying to figure a way to make an excuse to walk into her
daughter's room.

**

Julie's fourth year, her senior year, was also known as the
Mistresses and she was determined to make the most of it from the
get-go. The new cadets had reported to class and rape night was
fun. Julie and Megan had purchased twelve inch strap-ons with
ridges around the dildo and they laughed with glee as they took
the virgin anuses of the new cadets. Karen of course was now a
2Lt and posted in Alaska of all places, what the female officers
said was the "ass end of the world". Although she still had Megan
and Stacy, she missed her dreadfully and they would video call
most nights. Karen told her about her new posting, that the
officers and enlisted men at Point Hope air force base were just
as terrible in their sexual demands as they were at school. With
the remoteness of the base out on the western edge of Alaska, the
men were lonely and horny. The handful of female Lieutenants were
divided between the enlisted barracks and male Lieutenants in
their barracks. Karen was bunked with the enlisted airmen. She
slept with them, showered with them, ate with them, fucked and
sucked them, and allowed them to take their frustrations out on
her with slapping, spitting, spanking and rough fucking. Karen
and the three other LTs with her were passed around the barracks
like a piece of meat for the enjoyment of the airmen.

Stacy of course still sucked and licked Julie's toes and feet and
at other times she had her kiss and lick her clit, teasing it,
making her cum. Stacy had her own bitch now to keep her warm in
bed and Megan still had her girl, Andrea, constantly licking her
arm pits. Even though Karen wasn't there, Julie had to conclude
that life was good.

General Martelli and General Anders had both retired by the start
of the school year and Julie felt a strange sense of loss: she
never got to taste General Martelli's asshole, and she greatly
admired General Anders for her dignified acceptance of the
humiliations that General Hokes subjected her to. Two new
officers came in to replace them: the new commanding officer was
Lt. General Veronica (Ronnie) Allen, 45 years-old, and the new
deputy commander, Brigadier General Sarah Morgan, 40 years old.
Colonel Martin, the commandant of cadets, transferred out to a
small airfield on the Florida Keys and was replaced by Colonel
Joyce Long. The school put on a "hail and farewell" party in the
gym for the staff departing and the staff arriving, and as would
be expected, the cadets were fully involved: the Assholes were
placed around the gym on whipping posts, the Cunts were to rotate
striptease and pole dancing, the Clits were strapped to rape
tables and the Mistresses, Julie's class, were used as food
decorations. It was Julie's first hail and farewell party and
everything she had heard about the orgy was true: awards were
given, asses literally kissed, and the fucking afterwards went on
so long Julie and the others were sore and worn out.

General Devers had a party at his home for the two new female
Generals which both welcomed them and reminded them of their
places. Ronnie spent most of the time on her hands and knees with
a dog collar around her neck attached to a leash, and she was
spat on, peed on and ass fucked by Devers all night. General
Morgan, the deputy, did her striptease and pole dancing in the
living room and then lap dances for the general staff. At one
point she was strung up with her legs spread and Devers and his
staff fucked her while the wives looked on in envy.

Apart from the fucking and sucking and the orgies, the year
started well for Julie. Because of her hard work and dedication,
she still maintained a 4.0 grade point average which had come to
the attention of the senior officers. She was summoned to General
Allen's office where she was congratulated on her achievements,
exempted from punishments for a one month period, and then ass
fucked by the General with a twelve inch strap-on. As she left
the office, her anus still on fire, she laughed at the irony: she
had waited for three years for General Martelli to fuck her, only
to be fucked by her replacement within a week of her arrival.

Her academic class subjects reflected the intellectual demands of
her final year, ranging from Symbolic Algebra to Advanced
Critical Thinking, but her elective classes were still the things
she looked forward to. This fall she chose:

*	Why females need the posture collar 1 credit hour: The cadets
learned that a posture collar is a rigid collar used on females
whether involved in an orgy or fetish play and that it is
designed to restrict movement of their neck. Females need posture
collars for help in maintaining perfect posture, keeping their
chin high and the neck extended. All posture collars typically
flare widely at the front to reach from the chin to the
collarbone, preventing the female from hanging their head or
looking downward when she is humiliated or embarrassed. They are
also very useful for prolonged oral sex, keeping the mouth at
just the right angle for penetration into the throat.ASS approved
collars are typically made from leather, but PVC made collars
were the best functioning ones. The cadets were encouraged to
decorate the posture collars used in the class, such as drawing
pictures on them or writing sayings. All collars in use by ASS
included other bondage elements such as locking closures,
decorative spikes or D-rings for attaching other restraints.

*	The history of the spreader bar and its proper use on the
female 1 credit hour: A spreader bar is an article of exclusive
female bondage equipment consisting of a metal or hard plastic
bar with attachment points for bondage cuffs at each end, which
can be fastened to wrists, ankles or knees to hold them apart.
The spreader bar is used on females during bondage play, and
sometimes in an orgy bondage, usually in association with other
bondage equipment. When properly applied to the wrists, a bar
keeps the arms spread away from woman's body, providing the male
with unimpeded access to her torso. When applied to the ankles or
between the knees, it immobilizes the woman by preventing all but
the most awkward walking, and keeps the legs spread to allow
unimpeded access to her cunt and anus. If bars are applied
between the knees and between the ankles, the woman may be forced
to bend her knees, making walking even harder. A pair of bars may
hold the woman in a spread eagle position on the bed or floor.
The spreader bar may be attached solely to the woman, it may be
attached to a piece of furniture or the floor to hold her in
place, or used as a device for suspension bondage.

*	The importance of male pleasure first 1 credit: The cadets
learned the importance of males obtaining pleasure first whether
they were in an orgy or at a party. The pleasure of the female
was not important. All focus of attention was the male and his
needs. The instructor brought in male trainees assigning one to
each cadet. It was the cadet's job to continually pleasure the
male, asking him what he like and didn't like about sex. The
instructor walked around the room giving pointers and ideas to
the cadets. The cadets also learned how to beg to the trainee,
things like kneeling before him and begging him to let her kiss
his anus or lick his balls.

The Senator returned to the base a couple times that fall, and it
bothered Julie that he asked for her on each visit. She mentioned
her concern to the S&I officer who allocated the girls, but she
didn't care as long as she serviced him. "That's what comes of
being a good cock sucker!" she said dismissively, turning back to
her paperwork, and so Julie would find herself yet again kneeling
in front of him, pulling down his zip as he smiled down at her.
"You know," he said to her one time, "out of all the stupid women
on this base, your mouth, hell, your fucking body, is the most
lithe of all." He leered at her and Julie just smiled up at the
man as she put his cock in her mouth. "Fucking bitch," he
muttered.

The Senator's preference for Julie, along with her excellent
record, brought her to the attention of the most senior officers.
On one occasion Hokes was holding a small party at his house and
he invited General Devers and the Senator. As Devers was the most
senior officer, this in turn meant that General Allen had to
attend, and General Morgan was also needed to service General
Hokes. Only one other girl was requested by name: Julie, for the
Senator.

The nature of the party no longer held any surprises for her. The
men of course were naked from the waist down and their wives were
wearing their finest cocktail dresses. The wives had champagne
glasses and would fill them with pee from the men so that as the
men drank their beer and hard liqueur, their wives slowly got
drunk on their piss. Julie as usual had her mouth wrapped around
the Senator's cock most of the night, but later, General Allen,
General Morgan and Julie were tied to tables and ass fucked by
all the men present. As they came, they had the other female
officers suck their cum out of their dripping asses.

It was almost a relief when the semester came to an end for
Christmas and Julie was able to return home. As on her last
visit, she found her mother unusually attentive, keen to make her
comfortable and do little tasks, like her washing her underwear.
A couple of days after she got home, she was in her room lying
nude on her bed playing with herself while watching a popular
women's dating game on her hand-held. Suddenly the door burst
open and her mother fell in through the door and onto the floor.
Julie jumped off the bed and quickly went to her mother, and as
she bent to help her up, she saw that her panties were down to
her knees and her face was flushed red with embarrassment.

"Mom, what the hell?" Julie asked as she took her mom by the arm
to lift her up.

"Julie, um, this isn't... it's not what it seems," her mom
stammered, trying desperately to grab the waistband of her
panties and pull them up.

"Were you watching me?" Julie asked as she pulled her to her
feet, her eyes narrowed as she took her mom in.

Julie's mother tried to avert her eyes from her daughter's
breasts and crotch as she stood up, but she was mesmerised: this
was different from cams; this was real. She sighed and nodded her
head in defeat as she looked at the floor.

Julie put her right hand under her mother's chin and lifted her
face. Their eyes met. Their eyes lingered for a few seconds.

"Oh, mother!" Julie said and leaned over and kissed her mother's
lips and after a moment's surprise, her mother opened her mouth
and kissed her daughter back, pushing her tongue deep into her
mouth. Julie put her right hand behind her mother's head and her
left hand on her mother's lower back.

Mother and daughter were breathing hard now. Julie's mother put
both her hands on her daughter's ass cheeks and squeezed them,
making Julie's cunt flood. Julie brought her hands around to take
off her mother's blouse and her mother brought her hands up and
to help her, neither one of them breaking  their kiss. Mother and
daughter fumbled with the buttons on the blouse until her mother
impatiently pulled her shirt open, making the buttons fall off.

Still neither one broke their kiss. Julie tore her mother's
blouse off and then reached behind her with both hands to undo
the bra and in no time it fell on the floor between them. Her
hands squeezed and pinched her mother's tits and nipples and her
mother did the same to her daughter's tits. Julie went to move
both of them to the bed but with her mother's panties around her
ankles, they both overbalanced onto the bed. They laughed, but
still didn't break their kissing. They rolled around on the bed
for a couple of minutes, kissing wetly and feeling the hot skin
of their tits rubbing against each other, until Julie finally
hooked her fingers into her mother's skirt and pulled it down.

For the first time, Julie broke off their kiss and stared down at
her mother's exposed cunt. She ran her fingers over it, gathering
the cream that clung to the swollen labia and then brought her
fingers to her mouth, savouring her mother's taste. She giggled.
"Mother, you naughty little bitch, your shaved down there too?"
Julie smiled.

"Just recently too," her mother replied, grinning also.

Julie broke her mother's embrace and kissed her mother's nipples,
gently biting them and then kissing down her stomach to her
pelvis, smelling the rich scent of her arousal. Her mother was
breathing deeply, moaning lightly, and her stomach raising and
falling with each breath. Julie stopped for a moment looking at
her mother's cunt, rich red and glistening, and at its top, her
swollen clit.

"The most beautiful thing in the world is a woman and her clit,"
Julie breathed, and then leaned over and kissed the little bud.
She kissed it, licked it and ran her lips and tongue over it
while beneath her, her mother moaned and thrashed back and forth
on the bed.

Julie brought her left hand to the apex of her mother's thighs
and stuck two fingers in her cunt and her thumb in her ass,
moving her hand back and forth, finger fucking her mother who
rolled her head back and forth in delirious pleasure as her clit
was licked and her cunt and anus here fucked. In no time her
mother bucked her hips up and down, forcing Julie's head up and
down with each thrust, until she came, her cunt juice soaking
Julie's fingers. As her mother came down off her orgasm Julie
moved her mouth over her cunt and lapped up the cunt juices,
coating her face with them, before moving up to her face and
kissing her deeply.

"I've never tasted myself before," her mother said as she kissed
her daughter back.

"You have a lovely taste and a smell that I can't resist,
mother," Julie replied as she kissed her mother again, wiping her
wet cheeks over her mother's face, anointing her.

Over the next week mother and daughter snuck off to different
parts of the house to have sex with each other. At the dinner
table and in the living room watching TV with her dad there, they
would make eyes at each other or silently flirt like teenagers.
One time when Julie was in the kitchen her mother walked up
behind her, squatted down, lifted Julie's skirt then spread her
ass cheeks and kissed and licked her anus. Julie leaned over the
counter and spread her legs as her mother softly and gently poked
and licked her anus with her tongue, both of them trying to be as
quiet as possible.

Suddenly, her father yelled out from the living room asking where
his beer was. Mother and daughter giggled to each other and Julie
quickly got a can of beer from the fridge.

It was that weekend when Julie's mother had snuck into her
bedroom late at night that her dad found them, mother and
daughter locked into a 69 position on Julie's bed. They didn't
know how long he had been standing there but when he cleared his
throat and they looked up at him, his cock was poking his boxer
shorts straight up and there was a damp patch on the material.

It looked to Julie like her father was going to start shouting,
but Julie beat him to it. "You can't be upset, daddy, because we
can see that watching us has made you excited."

Her dad turned a couple shades of red and grimaced as he looked
at his cock, the anger suddenly driven from him. Julie crawled
over her mother and off the bed and before her dad could say
anything more, she knelt in front of him and pulled his boxers
down to the floor. His cock sprang up, leaking at the tip, and
Julie took hold of it, looking up at him.

"Oh Daddy," she said in a child's voice, "your cock is so big.
I'm not sure if it will fit in my mouth." She paused and licked
her lips sensuously. "Would you like to see your little girl suck
your cock, Daddy? Would you like to fill your daughter's mouth
with your hot cum?" she asked, and before he could protest, she
slid his prick into her mouth, taking it deep into her throat.

He stared down at her. "Ahhh, fuck!" was all he said.

Julie kept his cock in her mouth as she knelt down on the floor,
employing all those techniques that she had learned so well, when
she felt her mother brush her arm and settle beside her. Her
mother smiled and leant her head forward until mother and
daughter were licking and sucking dad's cock. He didn't make a
move to stop them and as they toyed with him, he moaned loudly
and closed his eyes. As her mother took over deep-throating her
husband's cock, Julie moved around behind him and moved both her
hands to his ass cheeks. She took a deep breath and spread her
father's ass open, putting her nose and mouth to his brown hole,
licking up and down his puckered anus.

Her dad moaned again and bent forward to allow her tongue better
access. "Ahhh, fuck meee!" he groaned. In less than a minute he
was coming in his wife's mouth as Julie tongue fucked his anus
and gently massaged his testicles with her finger tips, creating
goose bumps on his balls.

Later as the three of them laid on Julie's bed, her mother on the
right side and Julie on the left side, she asked him why he had
so standoffish the last several years because it had hurt her
feelings when he ignored her.

"I'm sorry I hurt you," he said, stroking her hair, "but I didn't
want to lose my only daughter to an organization that would
change her into a whore and a slut." He smiled at her sheepishly.
"I wanted better for you than that."

"I'm an A Grade student, Daddy" Julie replied slowly. "I am
highly regarded by my senior officers and I have a great career
ahead of me." She leaned over and kissed his cheek softly. "I
chose what I wanted to do and I have been empowered by it. Most
of all, I have learned that for better or worse, women are whores
and sluts, and I'm alright with that." Julie turned looked at her
mom who smiled and nodded her head in agreement.

After a minute of silence and reflection her father nodded his
head.

Julie smiled and said, "Does Daddy want to fuck his slut
daughter?" and her father gasped. Her mother giggled and leaned
across to get him hard again with her mouth and Julie mounted
him, burying his cock to the root in her cunt. She smiled down at
him as she put her arms behind her head and puffed out her chest.


"I'm a whore daddy," she said and she could feel her father's
cock jerk inside her when she said it. "I'm gonna be a well
educated whore making good money supporting our boys at the
front."

Her father looked up at her. "Is that what you truly want to do?"

"Yes, daddy, my body was made for it. Hell, all women are made
for it, even mommy," she cooed as she shook her tits and began to
work his cock with her cunt muscles.

"Then if you're fine with it and your mother is okay with it,
then I have no problem with it either," he replied breathlessly,
moaning at the sensations around his prick.

"I'm a good whore, Daddy," his daughter said in her little girl
voice as she looked down at him. "Do you like my titties? Can you
feel how wet my cunt is? Can you feel how tight it is? My cunt?
Your daughter's cunt?" She began to ride his cock more quickly.
"My cunt is going to fuck you like you've never been fucked
before!"

"Get fucking then whore!" he hissed as he slapped her left tit
and grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her down to him. He
couldn't last for long, and as he came, he leaned up and kissed
his daughter hard on the lips.

The rest of the break went by in a blur and Julie and her parents
fucked every chance they got. They started going around the house
nude and the three of them slept on the master bed.

For the first time in her life Julie felt totally free.

**

When Julie returned to the academy for her final spring semester
classes, she couldn't wait for graduation and her impatience was
only eased by her elective classes:

*	The role of a submissive female 1 credit hour: The cadets
learned that men were the dominate ones at home, at work and in
anything to do with sex. If a woman were to get ahead in a male
dominated culture, then she would have to be submissive. After
all, many women were still wary of making the first move, and
expected men to initiate conversation and risk rejection by
asking them out. Furthermore, many women expected men to make the
plans and pay for dates. The cadets knew that the burden to
initiate sex fell all of the time with the woman after a date,
and that being a submissive female in a relationship was the
safest and surest way to a safe and loving relationship with a
male.

*	The theory and practice of swapping male cum amongst females 1
credit hour: One of the favorite sights that males involved in
orgies love to see is that of two women exchanging their cum. The
instructor brought in trainees and had the class suck them to
orgasm. With a full mouth of cum the cadets learned to exchange
the cum by letting it drip and dribble into the mouth of their
partner. The cum would be exchanged several times between the two
cadets. The male trainee would be standing over the cadets with
his hands on their heads directing their movements. After his cum
had swapped several or more times the cadets would French kiss.
Marks were also awarded for the cadets' ability to create a cum
strand between their lips and the cock, making it as long as they
could for maximum affect. For advanced students, there were
additional assignments on swapping cum which has been taken
directly from the cunt and/or asshole.

*	The advanced theory and practice of vibrators 1 credit hour:
The class learned about different types of vibrators and their
uses. All the young women knew about vibrators but not all of
them used the devices correctly. They learned that women are
sexual creatures as they use vibrators for clitoral stimulation
and penetration of the cunt. Training was also included on the
correct way to lube their vibrator while allowing it to explore
their labia and clit as well as penetrate their cunt and/or
asshole.

In this last semester, Julie saw no more of the Senator, except
in the news bulletins: he had been promoted to the "Ways and
Means" committee in Congress and so spent all of his time in
Washington. The Ways and Means committee controlled the funding
of the Government and the disbursement of funds to the civilian
sector, including to colleges and universities that females
attended. As chairman of the committee he approved legislation
that reduced funding for traditional female college degrees,
giving it instead to what became known as "fluff degrees": they
had no academic rigour, were of no use to future employees and
were for female students only. The Senator wanted more money for
male oriented programs. Women he reasoned should be seen and not
heard, they should be trained like the women in ASS, to please
the man. "Hell," he said in a speech in Congress, "women should
be darn lucky they could get any job at all!"

Julie watched all of this as it developed and shook her head in
sympathy for her friends in civilian life who would be graduating
the same time she was. They wouldn't have jobs based on the
degrees that they had earned because employers weren't really
looking for educated women any more, and so they would have no
way to repay the college loans they took out for the degree. The
only way for them to repay the loans was to return to college and
earn the fluff degrees and apply for a low paying job in the
civilian world.

This situation seemed very unlikely to change in a world
dominated by male politicians. In the last election cycle fewer
women had run for office. The sexist attitudes of male
politicians and the courts' reluctance to enforce harassment laws
in public places and in the working environment didn't make it
worth the effort. Those women who were brave enough to try were
called whores, sluts, and cunts at political rallies by males who
didn't want to see women in any elected office, a view which
seemed to be more and more supported by ordinary people.

At Graduation Julie got to sit on the face on a new cadet and
have her cunt and anus licked while speeches were given. She
squirmed a lot. Her father and mother were in the audience and at
that she smiled. What a life!

General Allen stood to give the new officers their new oath of
office, Colonel Long yelled out, "Atten-hut!" and the cadets came
to attention.

"Raise your right hand, I (state your name), having been
appointed as an officer in the Auxiliary Support Services known
as ASS, do solemnly swear that I will support and service all
male service members when called upon to do so by the senior
female officer appointed over me. I will also faithfully service
all senior female officers appointed over me. Furthermore, I will
bear true sexual faith and allegiance to my fellow female
officers and that I take this obligation freely, without any
mental reservations or purpose of evasion. That I will well and
faithfully discharge the duties of the office of which I have
been appointed."

After the oath ceremony the new officers threw their cunt caps in
the air and hugged and kissed each other. Pictures were taken
with families and with each other. Officers who did not have
family at the graduation were invited to an all night female orgy
at the officers' club that evening. It sounded so much fun that
Julie wanted to go and take her mother but her dad balked at
that: he wanted some time with them at the hotel where they were
staying.

Julie had one more surprise: because of her record of excellence,
she was one of the few cadets who, along with graduation,
received a posting and their first assignment. Julie was being
sent to the "Current Trends" department at the war department,
and she was excited as she would be going to Washington, the
center of the universe. She was excited as she would get to see
how things were done in the military and what new adventures lay
ahead.

End of Chapter 1

Follow the adventures of Julie Walsh as she starts on her new
career. Will she visit Point Hope military base in Alaska to be
with Karen? What does the "Current Trends" department really do?
Will the Senator's legislation and funding turn women into whores
and sluts in the civilian world? Will she meet the Senator again
while she is in Washington?