Commands are My Wish

This is an independent sequel series to the Nasty Tales 02: Command is my wish. The story includes themes such as: dominant male, humiliation, non-consensual sex and bondage. If you are not into these themes or find them offensive, please do not read further. If you are into these things, please put your hands in your pants and enjoy.

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She could feel the desk was already wet underneath her. Yet, Violet couldn’t do anything about it with her hands tied above her head and her ankles tied to her thighs. The commandant’s head was between her spread legs. During the last 20 minutes, she had been on the brink of an orgasm several times, but had been denied. Now, Violet felt an orgasm approach again. She curled her toes helplessly.

“Sir, permission to cum?” she asked with urgency in her voice.

The commandant didn’t reply. He was fully focused on licking her, his hands firmly holding her thighs. There was no way to escape the sensation.

“Sir…” Violet only had time to utter before she was lost in an abyss. The commandant didn’t let her go, but kept on licking her.

Violet’s pussy convulsed in the sync with the memory in her head. She couldn’t believe she could still get a massive orgasm thinking about events that were already seven months in the past. As she lay in her bed, her thoughts shifted towards him.

The commandant and Violet had formed an unlikely pair. The commandant was the highest ranking officer in the Brutopidian Special Forces. He was known for his chauvinistic, even misogynist views. He thought women were only suited for their traditional role of taking care of home and children. Violet, on the other hand, was a strong, ambitious woman, who was a forerunner as the first woman to be chosen for the Special Forces.

Since Violet’s first day in the force, she had been able to feel the commandant’s hatred for having a woman there. At first, it was in his eyes, when he turned his piercing, dark gaze towards her, but later it was in his words as well. However, the commandant had eventually chosen Violet as a release of his sexual urges. After their first intimate encounter, he had commanded her to appear in his office every evening at 7 p.m. Sometimes he just made her give him a blowjob, sometimes he tied her up and kept her on the edge for hours and finally made her beg for his cock. There was no romance in their relationship. Violet was just a private, who did as her superior ordered. The commandant never ventured to a more personal level and usually just dismissed her coldly as soon as he had gotten what he had wanted.

The affair had left Violet with mixed feelings. Deep in her heart, she didn’t mind the commandant treating her like a tool for his desires. There was something about his demeanor, his deep voice and intense gaze that could be summed up in one word: authority. In Violet’s mind, that was what made him incredibly desirable. And, that for all his misogynist views, he was an amazing, intense lover. On the other hand, their relationship was all too public for Violet’s liking. Even though the military regulations strictly forbade relationships among the personnel, no-one would have dared to report the commandant. That’s why everyone knew what was going on when she walked into the commandant’s office every day at the same time and reappeared, sometimes hours later, with sweat on her brow and somewhat disheveled hair. Violet thought it was humiliating, making her look unprofessional and technically gave a tool to get her dismissed from the army for good. Another downside for everyone knowing was that also Ryan, her best friend in the Special Forces, knew. Violet knew Ryan had a crush on her and she genuinely felt bad for him.

Anyhow, after roughly three months, the affair had come to a sudden stop. Without any explanation, the commandant had dismissed Violet and told her she no longer needed to return to his office. As a result, during the last seven months she had barely seen the commandant as he had been mostly training other groups. Even when he had trained Violet’s group, he had practically ignored her, looked through her. Only a couple of times when they had passed each other at the military base by chance and Violet had saluted him, his dark eyes had pierced through her as if he could see to the bottom of her soul.

Now, a whole year had passed since Violet had started at the Special Forces. She had finished her first year as the best rookie of the force and had been promoted from a private to a corporal, as most of her comrades. She had spent the last three weeks on a well-deserved paid leave, spending time at her family home. Violet would be returning to the base tomorrow, relaxed and ready to take on new challenges. She looked at the ceiling of her room and smiled to herself. Her second year would offer possibilities she couldn’t have imagined a year ago. She had received a telegram (which the army still used, as it was considered safer than encrypted e-mail for some reason) that she was chosen for a special boot camp that was due to start as soon as she got back to the base. Being chosen meant that if she completed the boot camp successfully, she could be chosen for the elite team of Special Forces.

Violet stopped smiling. She knew she would have to work extra hard in order to succeed, because it wasn’t easy to advance in the old-fashioned Brutopidian military as a female. She would be looked down on based on her gender alone. In addition to that, hierarchy was everything in the army. It was first and foremost about the rank, and she was just a corporal, but besides that it was about “Citius, altius, fortius”: who was the fastest on the track, could do most push-ups or could outwit others in strategy training. In short, it was all a big cock fight, but Violet knew she had the ambition and guts to become a top chicken (she chuckled to herself at the thought). How different the world would be if there were more women in the military!

The next morning, Violet stood in front of a mirror in her room. She looked sharp with an army cap covering her dark hair tied in a tidy ponytail, her army-issued white T-shirt and camouflaged pants fresh out of laundry and her combat boots newly shined. Next to her, she had her backbag packed with equipment they were instructed to take to the boot camp. Other than that, she didn’t know much else about the boot camp; not where it would be, what the training would include or who else would be there. Violet looked at her watch. It was time to go.

I The march

Violet walked across the dusty field at the Brutopidian Special Forces base. She was already sweaty. It was the middle of summer and the wind felt like she was inside a hairdryer. She was instructed to appear at the main classroom of the training facilities. As she entered the building and opened the classroom door, her heart was beating out of her chest. Who else would be there besides her?

It seemed everyone else was already there. To Violet’s surprise, the first person she noticed was Ryan, her best friend in the military. She wouldn’t have expected him to be chosen for the special boot camp because he was never near the top during their drills or combat training. As soon as Violet had finished that thought, she realized that he was probably chosen because of his brilliant strategic thinking abilities that he had shown talent for since the beginning. Ryan waved at her, his baby-blue eyes shining happily.

The second person Violet recognized wasn’t a surprise for her. It was Leo, of course. She felt some bitterness towards him, because he had been promoted to a sergeant and, even as the best rookie, she hadn’t. Nevertheless, she had to admit that he wasn’t the one who made that choice and, objectively, he was an excellent soldier and had great leadership capabilities. Leo was hard to hate anyway. He had the kind of demeanor and looks that would make most ladies open their legs even before he spoke. He had features that oddly balanced each other to an appealing entity: his slightly wavy fashionably cut brown hair, his fairly thick eyebrows, strong nose and pouty, sensual lips. Even Violet had often thought his mouth would be perfect for kissing – or for some other things, she often added in her mind. On top of that, Leo was witty and fun, so it was no wonder he was popular among his comrades as well.

The last two persons in the room were a disappointment to Violet: it was Jake and Jason. In her opinion, they were a pair of dumb muscle-heads. She assumed they were chosen for the special boot camp because they were always near the top at any physical training, had a lot of brute force and most likely also because they were ruthless, which was an advantage in the Brutopidian military. They were like two peas in a pod: tall, muscular, crop-cut hair and ready to follow any order. The only difference between them was that Jake was white and Jason was black. They even jokingly called each other “mighty whitey” and “hot chocolate”.

The group chatted nervously. They reminded Violet of a bunch of nervous school girls during the first day at school. The room was really hot and humid, as there was no air conditioning to speak of. It was already twenty minutes past the appointed time.

“Are you guys sure we’re in the right place?” asked Ryan nervously.

“Relax. I bet they’re just testing our patience,” Leo said casually.

“Who do you think our instructor will be?” asked Jason.

“I think it could be anyone of the top officers or even somebody from outside the base, you know, somebody we don’t even know, ” said Leo.

“Whoever it is, they’d better show up soon, it’s hot as hell in here,” sighed Jake, wiping his brow.

Time went on. They’d been in the room for almost an hour now. Leo was just relating a detailed story about a date he had during his leave when the door opened and a deep voice called, “At attention!”

Violet’s heart skipped a beat and she felt far more butterflies in her stomach than she should have. It was the commandant. Compared to them, he looked like he had just come fresh out of a shower with neatly combed hair and a clean collared shirt. In Violet’s eyes, he looked more handsome than ever.

The commandant started with a roll call. In the Brutopidian military, ranks were first and foremost way of addressing, but if there was a chance of confusion, the first name was added to the rank. The military regulations stated not to use surnames as it would be “a source of unnecessary pride”.

“Sergeant Leo, corporal Jake, corporal Jason, corporal Ryan, corporal Violet!” the commandant went through the roll call and everyone stated their presence.

Then he went on, “At ease, sit down.”

The commandant stood in front of them. In silence, he looked each of them in the eye.

Then he started speaking, “As you know, you have been chosen for the special boot camp based on your previous performance. I don’t want you to have any delusions about it. If you think you’ve already won by being chosen, you’re wrong. Your previous achievements mean nothing there. If you don’t succeed, there will be no elite team for you, is that understood?”

“Yes, sir!” everyone shouted eagerly.

The commandant walked back and forth across the front of the room with his arms crossed.

Then he walked behind a desk in front of the room, leaned on it with his hands, looked at them and went on, “Luckily, there is only one rule about succeeding: obey-every-single-order. If I order you to eat dirt from the ground, you do it. If I order you to sit naked in an ant’s nest, you do it. If I order you to stick your dick in a wasp’s nest, you do it. Is that clear?”

“Yes, sir!” came in unison.

“Good. I assume you have packed as instructed with minimum equipment. We are leaving on a pickup at 1600 hours, which is 15 minutes from now. We’re looking into a two-hour drive and then three days of marching. That is all. Dismissed!”

The group dispersed to do their final preparations. It didn’t take long before they were sitting in the back of an army pickup with the commandant and a driver sitting in the front. The five of them were blindfolded in order to prevent them from knowing where they were going. By the uneven ride and sound of the wheels on the road, Violet could deduce they were riding along narrow dirt roads. Finally, they were dropped off at the edge of woods somewhere, which apparently was in the middle of nowhere. Without further ado, the commandant ordered them to march, leading the way.

After four hours of marching, they finally stopped.

The commandant gave orders, “Corporal Violet, get the fire going and warm up six units of supplies. Corporal Ryan and Jake, see to that the tent is pitched. Corporal Jason, get fire wood.”

Violet wasn’t surprised that she was given the “feminine” task of cooking, if you could call warming up six portions of pea soup as cooking. However, she was still overwhelmed by the thrill that meeting the commandant had caused. So far he had all but ignored her, but she knew in this small group they would inevitably talk to each other — or maybe even more, Violet thought, feeling some butterflies in her stomach again. Her thoughts were interrupted by Leo who strolled nearby with his hands casually in his pockets as he hadn’t been given any duties.

“Hi Violet, can I ask you a personal question?” Leo asked informally as there was no one else hearing their conversation and he wasn’t big on formalities anyway.

“You can ask anything you want and I’ll reply anything I want,” Violet replied dryly.

“I know you and the commandant had an — let’s call it an affair. Are you two going to go at it again?” Leo asked with a mix of amusement and curiosity in his voice.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Violet replied curtly.

“I know it’s none of my business, but at least for me, not getting enough sex has been the hardest part of the military. I think you were lucky. I wish they allowed us to have weekend leaves more often or hell, just give us prostitutes if nothing else,” Leo explained his views.

To Violet’s relief, the discussion ended with the arrival of others. Without further delays, the group ate their meal. After that, it was time to retire to the tent. The tent was small and just barely fit the six of them. Soon they were laying under their gray army blankets in the order as the commandant had instructed; from the left: the commandant, Violet, Ryan, Leo, Jason and Jake. Violet told herself the order was purely coincidental.

At least an hour had passed. Violet lay on her side. She still hadn’t been able to fall asleep. All she could think about was the man laying next to her. She could hear her comrades breathing peacefully. Eventually, the eventful day took the best of her as well, and she fell into a dreamless sleep.

The marching next day was mostly uneventful. They just marched, marched and then marched a bit more, only stopping for a sip of water. The only actual event was a discussion between the commandant and Leo. It started during one of their brief stops.

“Sir, if I may suggest, I think we would cover more ground faster if we chose a route at lower terrain, closer to the river instead of walking through the woods,” Leo suggested.

The commandant looked at Leo and replied dryly, “Very well, sergeant, but how do you see we would cover more ground on an uneven, muddy soil?

“With all due respect, sir, it’s the dry summer season and I think by following the paths trampled by animals the river side would be quite easy to traverse,” Leo replied confidently.

The commandant stepped closer to Leo, speaking really close to his face, “And how would you fare on a bare river bank? You couldn’t march for half an hour in that sunlight without getting a heatstroke. We proceed as planned.”

“Sir!” replied Leo enthusiastically, even though one could detect he was slightly annoyed.

Violet thought that, objectively, both of them were right. Marching by the river bed would make them more exposed to the sun, but marching in the forest took up more energy because of more obstacles on their path. This actually wasn’t about technicalities, she mused, it was about two alpha males clashing heads in order to establish superiority. It was almost cute: even though the commandant and Leo were prone to arguing, they also clearly respected each other, Violet thought, amused.

By the time the commandant decided it was time to stop, it was already almost sunset. Everyone was exhausted and had blisters on their feet. After a simple meal, everyone was ready to retire.

Once again, Violet couldn’t sleep. She looked around and saw the silhouettes of her comrades in the dim light of the tent. Everyone was sleeping peacefully, somebody even snored. Suddenly, she felt a strong hand behind her back, stroking her waist under the blanket. Her heart missed a beat, and she could feel her body immediately reacting to the touch. It had been so long since anyone had touched her that way. The hand tucked the waistband of her pants demandingly, and, taking the hint, Violet obediently removed them. Soon it was time to slide her panties down her legs. Despite herself, she felt extremely excited for being half-naked under the blanket.

However, the commandant’s hand didn’t venture further down. Instead, Violet felt it stroking her lower back under her shirt. The hand slowly ventured higher, fingers trailing along her spine until it reached her white army-issued sports bra. Violet felt the bra being unhooked. Soon she noticed the commandant move closer to her, his breath hot on her neck. He pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her and sliding his hands on her breasts, now naked under the loose undergarment.

Violet couldn’t believe how amazing the commandant’s warm hands felt on her bare breasts. The way he gently twisted and rolled his fingers on her nipples made her grave for sex. Violet had to remind herself to keep herself in control and to not breathe too heavily. His hand eventually slid over to stroke her ass, thighs and lower stomach. Violet had kept her legs tightly together, but now she opened them slightly, hoping the hand would find its way between them.

However, the commandant took his time. He kept on teasing Violet, stroking her over her lower abdomen, venturing near her pubic area, caressing her ass and sliding his fingers along her inner thighs, getting closer and closer to her sex but never quite touching it. Violet knew he knew how horny she already was. The moistness on her inner thighs had already exposed her. Without a word, she opened her legs a bit more, wordlessly begging him to touch her.

Violet let out an audible sigh as soon as the familiar hand touched her sex. The hand expertly manipulated her clitoris, and it didn’t take long before she tried to avoid the intense sensation by trying to move her hips away from the demanding hand. She let out a low moan. Apparently, the commandant didn’t appreciate it, as he put two of his fingers in her mouth in order to silence her. She took his cue and started sucking on his fingers. She closed her eyes, fully concentrating on the pleasure.

The pleasure was almost too great to handle. Violet sucked on commandant’s fingers even harder and slowly opened her eyes. To her horror, she discovered she was staring at Ryan’s astonished eyes. He quickly closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep, but Violet could notice he was jerking off wildly under his blanket. She also could spot some movement further, maybe it was Leo? Regardless, Violet was beyond the point of return. She had the strongest orgasm of her life as the commandant relentlessly drove her over the edge and further. She sucked on his fingers as if her life depended on it.

The orgasm finally subsided and the commandant removed his hand. Instead, he took Violet’s hand and guided it under his blanket and to his hard cock. Violet used her hand in the way she knew he liked. The commandant came surprisingly soon and did so incredibly quietly. Violet thought that maybe even he had built some pressure after noticing her willingness and feeling her greedy lips on his fingers. Who knows, Violet mused as she quickly dressed under her blanket and rearranged her clothes. She tried to listen and make out who might be awake, but couldn’t come to any conclusions. Exhausted, she fell asleep.

II Entering the simulation

The next day late in the afternoon the group arrived to a clearing in the middle of the forest. There was a rundown cottage and a tiny storage shed at the far side of the clearing.

“Halt! At attention!” the commandant shouted.

He turned towards the group and went on, “This location will be our base for the next few days. Each of you will have a wooden bed to sleep on in the main room of the cottage. You have 15 minutes to unpack and you are to return here at 1600 hours. Proceed.”

“Yes, sir!” the group shouted enthusiastically as everyone was sick of marching.

Everyone came back by the appointed time. They were standing at attention in front of the commandant.

“At ease,” the commandant said and began pacing to and fro in front of them while keeping his eyes fixed on them.

“I know you think you’re tough as Special Forces soldiers. You are proud to be at the Special Forces. You think you can handle everything because of that. Well, this boot camp will weed out those misconceptions. You are nothing. You exist only to fulfill one purpose. And what is that, corporal Ryan?” asked the commandant while he stepped uncomfortably close to Ryan’s face, piercing him with his eyes.

“Sir, I don’t quite -” replied Ryan, a bit confused.

“You exist only to obey every order without a question!” the commandant interrupted Ryan’s attempt to answer.

“Why do you exist, men?” the commandant shouted.

“To obey every order, sir!” the group answered.

“Good. In this boot camp, we will use methods that are not in common use — let’s call them unconventional methods. Being here requires endurance, resilience, ability to adapt and above all compliance. Understood?” the commandant asked, finishing his speech.

“Yes sir!”

“At attention! Carry out conditioning drill five!” the commandant ordered.

Everyone was tired, but they did their best as no-one wanted to be the last to complete the drill. Violet and Ryan were neck-to-neck, tied to the last place. Unfortunately, the final set of exercises were push-ups, which weren’t Violet’s strong suit. When she did the last ten push-ups, everyone else was already standing at attention. Finally, she joined them.

“Corporal Violet, you were the slowest. Why is that?” the commandant asked and walked unnervingly close to her.

“I was tired, sir!” Violet replied, keeping the eye contact.

“So were the others,” replied the commandant dryly.

“Sir, I – ” Violet tried to explain.

“I didn’t ask you a question, corporal,” the commandant interrupted, and, talking to everyone, commented, “It seems that the best rookie of last year has become too proud and neglected her training regime. An attitude like that can become fatal in a real life situation and needs some adjustment. We’ll see to that tomorrow.”

Then he walked in front of them and added, “We will convene at 0800 hours tomorrow. Dismissed!”

The sun was already up in the sky when the group gathered at the appointed time. Everyone had slept like a log and had washed themselves in a nearby creek the best they could. All in all, everyone felt a thousand times better than the day before. They were standing at attention in a row in front of the commandant.

“At ease. Corporal Violet, step forward,” the commandant said without even bothering to look towards her.

The commandant spoke to the entire group, “It’s common knowledge that women aren’t fit to serve in the army, and if one or two of them manage to get selected, like corporal Violet here, they need special adjustments such as their own lodgings and shower and adjustments because of their physical weakness. As we established yesterday, women can’t even direct themselves and have to be steered to the right direction. Isn’t that correct, corporal Violet?”

Ryan looked like he wanted to speak up and defend Violet, but he didn’t dare to question his superior and stayed silent. Violet, on the other hand, already knew it was pointless to oppose the commandant’s views and just replied quietly, “Yes, sir.”

The commandant nodded in approval and went on, “Everyone, your next mission is to execute a simulation. I will dictate the content and duration of it. We shall take on the role of an elite team, which has revealed a suspected enemy spy infiltrating our ranks. Our objective is to eventually get a confession and vital information from the spy, using any means necessary. Understood?”

“Yes, sir,” everyone replied, but there was some confusion in the group.

“Corporal Violet, as the result of your shortcomings, you will take on the role of the spy, but you shall think of it from our perspective, that is, as if you were our spy the enemy has captured. Your objective is to succeed in following the protocol 333. The simulation will test your ability to resist interrogation and your endurance towards great discomfort and humiliation. Are you ready for that?” the commandant asked, staring at her.

Violet was just about to answer, when Ryan piped up, “But, sir, aren’t those kinds of things against international agreements?”

“Corporal Ryan, international agreements are one thing and real life is another. Sometimes rules need to be bent. If it was wartime, would you risk the safety of an entire nation just because you weren’t able to get vital intel?”

“No, sir,” Ryan replied, his head now bowed down.

“Good. And, Corporal Ryan, if you interrupt unnecessarily and speak without permission one more time, you will be demoted. Is that clear?” the commandant asked, clearly annoyed.

“Yes, sir,” Ryan quietly replied.

“Corporal Violet?”

“I’m ready, sir,” Violet gave the affirmative answer.

“Good. And, everyone, for your information, this is a simulation so we will refrain from doing some things we would do to a real enemy spy. However, this mission will not be by any means easy to anyone. For the duration of simulation, everyone will stick to their roles and follow the chain of command as usual. Is that understood?” the commandant asked.

“Yes,sir!”

“Fine, then, let’s begin,” the commandant said.

Begin what, Violet thought to herself, and she certainly wasn’t the only one. She was familiar with the protocol 333. It was fairly simple, she would just have to maintain her cover, deny every accusation and, if possible, clear herself of any suspicion. But how the rest of it would play out?

The commandant took the charge and began, “Corporal Violet, we have found some papers in your possession and have strong grounds to suspect that you have transmitted vital information to the enemy and worked against the state of Brutopidia in the act of espionage. How do you answer to that?”

“Sir, I have never participated in such acts. I’m a loyal soldier of the state,” Violet defended herself with as much confidence as she could muster.

“Corporal, the evidence strongly suggests otherwise. Just confess now, it will be much easier for you,” the commandant suggested.

“With all due respect, sir, I can not do that as I’m innocent,” Violet replied, following the protocol.

“Very well, then under the act number 587 you are to be detained. You are to surrender all your army insignia and uniform at once,” the commandant said unnervingly quietly.

“Sir?”

The commandant didn’t reply. Violet now understood she had to remove her clothing right there and then. Efficiently, as she was used to, she removed her boots, took off her camouflaged army pants and finally pulled her white shirt over her head and off. She was now standing in front of her comrades in her underwear, her arms crossed tightly over her chest.

“Soldier, also your underwear is army-issued. Don’t make me repeat myself,” commandant said dryly.

Having no choice, Violet removed her sports bra and, shielding her breasts with her arm, pulled down her panties with her other hand. Shielding her critical areas the best she could, she straightened up.

“Turn around! At attention, soldier!” came the order.

As Violet faced her comrades, she regretted that she had sunbathed wearing an itsy bitsy bikini during her leave. Every eye was on her naked body, and the tan lines on her olive skin only accentuated the areas she much rather would have covered.

The commandant stepped in front of Violet and began to speak while his eyes wandered all over her body, “Men, as you know, in the army you are often deprived of many basic needs while in training such as sleep, food and drink. Unfortunately, the need that eventually causes the most distraction is the need we can satisfy only so far by ourselves. Eventually, that need grows to an insatiable urge that only a woman — in most cases — can fulfill.”

The commandant took a step closer to Violet and with his eyes still all over her, went on, “At that point, all we can think about is full, firm breasts, a round ass and that wet, warm hole between her thighs. It’s the first thing in our minds when we wake up and the last thing we think when we fall asleep. You could call it our greatest weakness. What do you say to that, sergeant Leo?”

“Sir, you are absolutely right,” replied the young sergeant, grinning behind the commandant’s back.

“Usually, we just have to bear with it, but sometimes there is a woman that can cater for our needs. It’s one of the few things a woman is good for,” said the commandant, and looked Violet meaningfully in the eye.

“Corporal Violet,” he changed the subject, “do you still claim to be an uncompromised part of the military?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Then I expect you to perform a fellatio to all of your comrades,” the commandant said nonchalantly.

“Sir, I think this is going too far, sir!” Violet shouted in the most military-fashion she knew.

“Are you refusing a direct order, soldier?” the commandant asked, for the first time some emotion in his voice.

“No, sir,” Violet replied, subdued. She knew she could say goodbye to the elite team if she refused.

“Sergeant Leo, make use of her mouth first,” the commandant said as if he had ordered him to take the first donut at the cafeteria.

“Nice, I’ve been wanting to put my dick between those full lips for a long time!” Leo rejoiced.

“Sergeant! No need for unnecessary comments,” the commandant corrected him, clearly annoyed.

“Sir!”

With that, Leo pulled down his pants and boxers enough to reveal a big, thick cock. Violet knew she couldn’t turn back after getting this far. That’s why she obediently kneeled in front of him, took him in her mouth and began working on him. From the corner of her eye, she could see Jake and Jason were already stroking their equally impressive members.

Eventually, Violet could notice Leo was close to cumming. She was about to pull her head away from him, when she heard the commandant’s voice, “Corporal! I didn’t give you a permission to stop!”

After that, Violet dutifully swallowed Leo’s cum and then moved on to Jake and then Jason. Both of them pulled her head closer, but also thankfully cummed fast. Then there was only Ryan left.

“Sir, may I be dismissed?” pleaded Ryan, with panic in his eyes.

“Have I given you that option, corporal?” the commandant asked, raising his eyebrow, a gesture uncharacteristic for him.

“No, sir,” Ryan muttered, his head bowed down.

Reluctantly, Ryan approached Violet. She helped him and pulled down his pants, revealing his fully hardened penis. She was surprised that even he had such a large cock. But you can’t really tell that beforehand, she thought.

Ryan had certainly fantasized about his crush sucking on him a million times, but not in this rather unromantic way. Nevertheless, he was already close to ejaculation when Violet took him in her mouth. Trying to save her from swallowing, he soon hastily pulled his dick out of her mouth, which only resulted in him cumming all over her face and naked breasts.

“Nice one, corporal!” sergeant Leo jeered.

Suddenly everyone was quiet. Violet was still kneeling on the ground while her comrades surrounded her in a large circle. Finally, she broke the silence.

Speaking to the commandant, she pleaded, “Sir, may I please have some clothes? Or something to cover myself with?”

The commandant frowned, “Soldier, as I already informed you, you are detained and, if you still insist you are one of us, you are demoted for the duration of the investigation.”

“Sir, what does that mean? Am I demoted to a private?” Violet asked, completely dumbfounded by now.

“Incorrect. I have decided that, as a detainee, you are to be demoted to a reduced status as a ‘pet’. As a result, you will have limited access to certain facilities and limited freedom of movement. Obviously, as a pet, you will be subordinate to everyone,” the commandant said.

Violet’s stomach lurched as the commandant added, “And, pets don’t wear any clothes.”

Violet was still kneeling on the ground, looking down. She was feeling slightly sick, but she also knew she wanted to pass the special boot camp by any means necessary, and evidently, that required playing the game with some make-do status. She would just have to grit her teeth and bear with whatever there was to come. Also, in some deep, dark corner of her mind a voice said, “You are enjoying this, aren’t you?”

Violet was still deep in her thoughts, and she had barely noticed that the commandant had given some orders in a low voice and went somewhere after that. She was only awoken back to reality when she felt the commandant tie something around her neck. It was a similar dog collar that the K-9 units used! Then she noticed she was put on a leash.

As soon as Violet’s leash was tucked, she was in for a yet another shock. She saw that Jake and Jason had brought a large bamboo cage to one side of the clearing. She understood what it was as soon as she saw it. She tried to stand up.

“Heel! Pets don’t stand with two legs. Just stay there on all fours!” the commandant ordered her with more anger in his voice than usual.

Everyone had returned and gathered around them. Violet didn’t lift her head or look at them, but she could imagine most of them eyeing her naked body greedily, except for Ryan, of course, who would try to look elsewhere, embarrassed for his friend.

“Men! As you can see, pets are to be accommodated outdoors. Yet, we have to see to their well-being. In addition to providing water and food, which things you think should be taken into account when keeping pets outdoors, corporal Jason?” the commandant asked, turning towards the large young man.

Jason wasn’t the brightest person, but he nevertheless managed to reply, “Errrmm, sir, I guess there can be all kinds of fleas and ticks out here. I think it would be best to shave off all excess hair that can attract those bugs.”

“Good, even if not fully comprehensive answer. What else? What do you think, sergeant Leo?” the commandant questioned further.

“Sir, it’s the middle of summer and it can get awfully hot. I’d suggest applying sunscreen on the pet,” Leo replied and smirked, looking at the tan lines on Violet’s back and ass.

“Corporal Jake, anything to add?” the commandant went on.

“I guess it would be good to wash that cum off her”, said Jake, letting out a stupid chuckle.

“Fair enough. Sergeant, see to that these measures are executed at once,” the commandant ordered and left, leaving Violet’s leash in the hands of Leo.

“Yes, sir!” Leo replied enthusiastically, clearly happy that he was in charge now.

“Corporals! Turn her around and hold her in place. You know how these puppies can thrash around if they aren’t controlled,” Leo went on with a wide smile on his handsome face.

In no time, Violet was put on her back in a half-reclining position. Her arms were held back by Jason, and Jake and Ryan held her legs wide open. She had never felt so vulnerable in her life. Leo had gone somewhere and returned with a bucket of water, soap, a towel, a razor and a bottle that Violet assumed to be sunscreen. He started by meticulously washing her body from head to toe and drying it with the towel. All the while, Violet tried to avoid eye-contact with anyone, and especially with Ryan. She couldn’t stand the pitiful look in his eyes.

Then the sergeant looked at her and said casually, “Looks like we have an Amazon in our hands. This will take some work.”

Violet was well-aware she hadn’t shaved since she left home, and even under normal circumstances she only slightly trimmed her bikini area. Using soap and razor, sergeant Leo proceeded to shave her armpits and her legs. Then he stroked her pussy, lightly sliding his finger over her hairy slit.

“Such a nice, wet bush… But I’m afraid it has to go,” the young sergeant grinned.

Violet felt extremely humiliated by the fact that her comrade had noticed her arousal. Her arousal didn’t diminish when Leo meticulously shaved her pussy and after that once again ran his fingers over her now bare sex, remarking, “Nice and smooth now.”

“Corporals, let her go! Pet, on all fours!” the sergeant gave the orders.

“Corporal Ryan, I give you the honor of rubbing the sunscreen. Make sure you rub it good and don’t miss any areas. Proceed!” Leo commanded.

“Yes, sir,” Ryan replied unenthusiastically.

Ryan started by applying sunscreen on Violet’s back, then he moved on to her neck and arms, making sure he didn’t miss anything. Then his hands moved on to her full, firm breasts that were hanging all too invitingly. Violet’s nipples hardened as Ryan massaged the lotion meticulously over her chest. Ryan didn’t seem to be able to move on — he rubbed several layers on her breasts, breathing heavily. Suddenly he groaned. Violet now realized he must’ve cummed inside his pants. Despite her own humilitiating situation, she felt sorry for Ryan. Just because he was a nice, gentle guy he was picked on by alpha males such as Leo and run over by jerks such as Jake and Jason.

“Her body looks even better oiled up like that!” exclaimed Jake.

Violet now noticed that both Jake and Jason were unashamedly jerking off with their dicks out. However, Leo didn’t seem to deem it necessary to intervene. In the meantime, Ryan finally managed to move on to her lower body. He rubbed the lotion on her legs and over her round ass. As Ryan rubbed the lotion on her inner thighs and over her pussy as fast as he could, Violet realized how stimulated she was: not only by his touch but because she was collared and naked, helpless in front of her comrades.

“Sir, the task is accomplished,” Ryan reported.

“Really good, corporal. I think even our pet enjoyed it,” commented sergeant Leo.

Violet wanted to sink through the ground. Unfortunately, her shaved sex didn’t hide her arousal in the slightest. She knew they could see she was wet and swollen.

“I’ll take it from here, sergeant!”, the commandant suddenly appeared.

“Yes, sir!”

“The rest of you, see to that the camp is properly set up, fire lit and meal cooked,” he commanded.

Without a word, the commandant tucked Violet’s leash and started walking. He led her away from the camp. She was glad the ground was soft and dry. She felt her thighs get sticky with her juices as she crawled along. It didn’t take long before they arrived to a small clearing.

“It’s time you learn to follow commands,” the commandant said.

Violet didn’t reply. The commandant proceeded to teach her different commands that were mostly positions. For example, “sit” meant that she was supposed to squat in a frog-like position with her legs wide. She followed the commands as ordered, increasingly aware of the commandant’s eyes on her exposed body and the throbbing in her pussy.

“Come here and beg,” the commandant gave an order.

Violet came to him, but didn’t know what to do.

“Kneel with your legs wide and keep your hands in the air,” the commandant instructed.

Violet complied and found herself facing a large bulge in his crotch. Without a word, the commandant slowly undid his trousers. For the first time in almost a year, Violet saw the cock that had given her so much pleasure in the past.