Message-ID: <39402asstr$1038053405@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <news@google.com> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: toryu88@hotmail.com (sir_kraken) X-Original-Message-ID: <1fff344a.0211221353.1b675f35@posting.google.com> Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: 22 Nov 2002 21:53:11 GMT X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 22 Nov 2002 13:53:11 -0800 Subject: {ASSM} {ASS} Boot Camp Harlot Chap 1 and 2 {Toryu} (fM+ reluc interr degrad oral anal nc/cons bdsm breast sad beast pierc exhib fist) Date: Sat, 23 Nov 2002 07:10:05 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2002/39402> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: hecate, gill-bates Boot Camp Harlot This is an original work of adult literature. If you are under 18 years of age, read no further. If you are a pious self-righteous adult burdened by a repressive religious upbringing and sexual hang-ups too numerous to count, then you too should pass. This work may be copied for personal use and enjoyment, ONLY. Reposting on any pay sites is forbidden without the expressed permission of the Author at: toryu88@hotmail.com This work contains f_M+, Domination, Con/NC sex, slavery, prostitution, beast, bondage, interracial, masochism, sadism, breast torture, piercing, large breasts, and whatever else comes to mind. Feel free to offer comments and suggestions at the above email. {ASS} Boot Camp Harlot Chap 1 and 2 {Toryu} (fM+ reluc interr degrad oral anal nc/cons bdsm breast sad beast pierc exhib fist) The Boot Camp Harlot Chapter 1 The door closed behind the last of them. The beautiful young woman lay naked, sprawled across the old bed. Stained and soiled sheets half stripped from the mattress, lay bunched around it on the floor. Her smooth firm limbs told of her not quite twenty years. She lay motionless in the empty room, the large mounds of her naked breasts rose and fell with her rhythmic breathing as her mind drifted. A cloud of disheveled black hair swarmed around her head, accentuating the angelic look on her face. Empty beer bottles and sweating half finished drinks cluttered the single table around a large dirty ashtray. The air smelled of cigarettes mingled with the smell of mildew coming from the filthy bathroom. Above it all hung the thick cloying smell of sex. Stained brown wallpaper had begun to peel above her pretty head matching the dirty hues of the cheap worn carpet covering the floor. The young woman's alabaster nakedness stood out from the surrounding squalor her very presence gave emphasis to the surrounding decadence. Stirring briefly, a leg moved to relieve cramped muscles. The hairless rose red lips of her naked labia parted. Light from the dim bare lamp bulb caught and glistened on a thick grayish ribbon of wetness leaking from between the swollen red lips like a slug slowly defiling the face of a flower. Pearls of congealed fluid shone in the sparse black curls of her mons and more showed as barely visible dried smears and splotches on her white skin. An arm shifted above her head, the movement causing a large firm breast to undulate, it's pale smooth surface marred with the livid welts from sucking mouths and biting teeth. Others, faint bruises bore testament to the milking hands and strong demanding fingers of her recently departed guests. Behind the closed eyes, her mind drifted, trying to make sense of the events that had led her to where she now lay. How her idyllic life, full of future promise had led here, to a filthy room in a seedy motel. "How many had it been this time?" she wondered. Her breath caught as the pungent taste of sperm bubbled in the back of her throat. She ran her tongue across the surface of her strong white teeth and felt the gummy residue of some stranger's spunk. Her heart fluttered as she recalled how the hot fluid had flooded her mouth again and again. She felt the pricking sensation along her red raw labia as they began to swell with hot blood. She groaned inwardly as she remembered straining to suck the thick ribbonous fluid from faceless cocks between her pursed lips like a suckling child. The musing opened the door to memories of a riot of hard hot spewing cocks, stretching her, filling her, bathing her in gouts of hot reeking seed. The now familiar feeling in her belly started anew. The queasiness of anticipation, the hot flush on her chest, tightness of breath. Her thick nipples hardened as her aureoles puckered into dark little saucers, the high expansive mounds of her breasts swelling beneath firm smooth skin as hot blood rushed to nurture the fat orbs. She felt her teeth grind as her womb pulled tight in the trim cradle of her hips. The contraction hastened the course of the liquid gray slug, as it pulsed out from between the fat slabs of her swollen labia. The mingled seed of a dozen men slithered out in single viscous string crawling downward, across the abused mouth of her sodomized anus, to form a vile puddle between her young thighs. The beautiful young woman shivered as the sick craving spread like a drug through her system. The little snake of her tongue peeked out from between her full lips to lick nervously at the white film that circled her pretty mouth. Slowly, almost reluctantly, her sleek arm snaked it's way down the bed, her small hand cupped the wet mound between her smooth sleek thighs. A low groan leaked from her tense lips as a red nailed middle finger slid slowly down the flooded groove of her own cunt. The slender woman shivered at the feel of her own finger against the raw swollen nub of her clitoris. The fat pink worm of her tongue lolled from her mouth lapping at her sperm stained lips as she scrapped a chipped red nail across the livid button if her clitoris. She pulled her knees upward as her slender finger worried the swelling nub greedily amid the fetid mire of the men's spent seed. Her thoughts drifted back on the cloud of lust that began to descend as the beautiful young slut greedily sought yet another climax... The bus was hot. Adding to the discomfort was the pervading atmosphere of fear and apprehension. The latest headlines were not good. The Viet Cong had just launched their Tet Offensive landing a body blow to the American public's confidence. The busload of new draftees contemplated the news each in their own way. The young men sat sweating in silence as the vehicle and four more like it turned into the gate and headed toward a large expanse of tarmac that served as a parade ground. The big olive drab buses stopped in a line along one side of the black rectangle. As they did so, a small cluster of uniformed men burst into activity as each one headed toward a bus door. Scott Maddox sat sweltering in the South Georgia humidity; Michigan had never been this hot. The heat radiating from the black tarmac surface made it doubly bad. Scott felt his side of the bus sag as a huge black hulk of a man stepped onto the bus doorway. He watched as the huge black sergeant surveyed the bus of former civilians for an instant, and then addressed them in a loud booming voice. "All right, gentlemen, collect your bags, exit the bus and find a set of white footprints on the parade ground and fall in! Now move it!" The young men struggled down the isle jostling each other as they carried their bags. Scott moved as quickly as possible following the line of sweat stained shirts off the bus and onto the tarmac. He fell in, dropped his bags and immediately began to bake under the blistering sun. He wiped a hand across his sweating face and pushed his blond hair from his forehead. God it was hot! His eyes darted along the line and watched as the massive Drill Instructor took his place front and center of the lines of men. "My name is Sergeant Jefferson. Welcome to Fort Pitt. I am your Drill Instructor. Your DI. You are now in the Army. I love the Army, the Army is my home. You too will learn to love the Green Machine. You will address me as Sir! You will only speak when spoken to. You will begin and end every sentence with Sir, is that clear?" A ragged chorus of "Sir, Yes, Sir." rose from the men. Sgt. Jefferson, shook his head, "It was going to be a long day." he thought as he swung his thick muscular arms behind his back and paced in front of the men. Scott stood in the heat, could see the simmering lines of it rising in front of him, feel it in the bottoms of his feet. "How could he stand it?" he wondered to himself. Sure his fatigues showed sweat stains, but my god he didn't even look wilted." The young blond man thought looking at the Drill Instructor's crisp fatigues. He listened to the DI's tirade, responding as required, but felt the heat lulling him into a dreamlike state. His mind drifted to thoughts of Colette, his fiancée as she was as she saw him off, her pretty face framed by a cloud of dark wavy hair. The slender nose high cheeks and full red lips. Her face floated in front of him like a mirage. Had it been only a day? He lurched suddenly catching himself, the tarmac spinning in front of him as he stumbled for balance. He weaved on his feet in front of where he had been standing, every eye on him as the DI wheeled in his direction. "Je-e-e-z-u-z, fucking che-rist!" The DI boomed in his ear. "What the hell is your problem, recruit?" he said his fists clenching and unclenching at the end of his thick muscular arms. "Nothing..." Scott blurted out. "What did you say recruit?" the enraged DI screamed in his face, his large black jaw just inches from the diminutive blonde's face. The slender young man began to stammer an answer but before he could finish a huge black fist drove into the soft pudding of his stomach doubling him up, his eyes rolled up in his head and the ground rushed up to meet him. Chapter 2 The black Sergeant looked out the window at the solitary figure that marched endlessly back and forth across the parade ground. "A worthless piece of trash." he thought as he rubbed his fingers along the rough stubble on his thick jaw. "He wouldn't last a week in the bush against Victor Charlie. Hell, he wouldn't last an hour humping a 40 lb rucksack in 120-degree heat. His lazy, wimpy white ass would be in a body bag within a week of being in country." he figured. His lazy privileged white ass was holding the whole platoon back. He had decided to wreck the boy. Goddamn he hated privileged white boys! The steady gaze of his black eyes watched the young soldier until he stumbled in the heat and fell in a heap on the black tarmac. Scott lay in the infirmary, an IV plugged into his arm. The last two weeks had been the most miserable of his life. He knew his performance on the first day had turned him into the Sergeant's personal whipping boy and nothing he could do could change it. He had talked an attendant into calling his folks, not quite sure what good that would do. His eyes welled with tears. The guy had said that some girl answered the phone. Colette, his Colette. She'd tell his folks and maybe he could get a medical discharge. Maybe. He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, the pretty face of the brunette floating over him like a guardian angel. A small hand wiped across the steamy mirror clearing a space for her reflection. She hurried, her flight left in just two hours. She had to remember to write a note to Scott's parents who wouldn't be back for several weeks. The steam air from the shower drifted out the open door and the mirror began to clear. The tall brunette stood bent over the white porcelain sink. Beads of water stood on her naked back as she brushed as the thick mat of dark wet hair. Her trim calves flexed as she leaned on tiptoes toward the mirror, the trim fleshy globes of her buttocks flexed. The beads of water on her back coalesced to trickle down the deep valley of her spine, slowed as they passed the twin dimples above her buttocks then disappeared in the deep crevasse formed by the firm prominent mounds. Her narrow waist twisted as she reached for a lipstick then went back to applying her makeup. The large firm globes of her breasts shimmied with her movements. They billowed out heavily, as she leaned forward, bent slightly at the waist then arched down in deep curving bellies before swooping up to join her tight ribcage above a smooth flat stomach. Each heavy expansive mound was laced with faint blue veins just visible beneath the white skin that covered them so tightly. The fat thick stubs of her nipples matched the dark brown of her silver dollar sized aureoles. The young woman's hips flared below the narrow waist and only now showed the start of the womanly curves her mother possessed. She shrugged her smooth wide shoulders causing her long cleavage to deepen. She raised her arms to tie her wet hair back, oblivious to how it raised her massive breasts, and set them to swaying. She sniffed at the reflection staring back at her, satisfied. The beautiful 19 year old stepped into the bedroom and began to dress. She struggled into the white lacy harness of an under wire bra. The firm mounds of her huge breasts protested at the confinement by oozing out the top of the synthetic prison. She slipped her arms into a beige peasant blouse of cotton and lace, slipping it down over her damp head. She tugged the blouse into place, where the full prominent mounds of her encased breasts billowed the top out like a café awning over her trim waist. Next came a pair of thin cotton panties which she slipped over her trim ankles and up her smooth shaven legs. The narrow expanse of cottom covered her sparse black bush with modesty to spare. Reaching down, she slipped her feet into a pair of tight embroidered bell bottomed jeans and hopped once, twice, each time ratcheting the tight denim higher up her hips and thighs. She squirmed a bit stretching the worn denim into place over every luscious curve. The honk of the taxi's horn spurred her on. She quickly slipped on a pair of pumps, grabbed her bag and headed out the door. Finished, the pretty young woman picked up her bag and rushed out the door. 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