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"6409" - Part 3
    by Libertine


After her dramatic deflowering, the captain gave 6409 the rest of
the weekend off, supposing her twat must be sore. Business was
slow during the week, so 6409 worked only alternate nights, and
there were no auctions. Three times she was sent to a client's
hotel room, to give him what his wife wouldn't, a blow job. One
client wanted her to squat and urinate on his face; after several
cups of coffee she managed to satisfy him. None had any interest
in her newly opened vagina. 6411, bored waiting for paying
guests, volunteered to service a dozen male cadets who had earned
hotel privileges as a reward for good work.

Friday, instead of the auction, she was sent to room 217, with
instructions to do whatever was asked of her, for as long as he
liked, all weekend, if necessary. Freshly showered and shaved
from her navel downward, wearing her long blonde wig, her high
heels, slit skirt, and black halter top, she walked to the room
and tentatively knocked at the door. "Come in." She stepped
through the door and saw a youngish man, maybe twenty-five, with
dark hair and eyes, dressed in a bathrobe. He crossed behind her
and locked the door. "6409?" he said.

"Yes, Sir."

"You may call me Ricardo. What is your name?"

"6409, Sir. Or would you prefer I call you Master, Sir?"

"Please, call me Ricardo. And I wanted to know the name your
parents gave you, not a number."

"Sir, Ricardo, sir, I am forbidden to speak that name. You may
call me 6409 or Slave or any other name you choose, Ricardo,
Sir."

He sat on the bed. "You are the young woman who almost killed my
grandfather, last weekend, aren't you?"

"A heart attack, Sir?"

"Yes."

"Most likely I am she, Sir." For a second, she wondered if he
wanted revenge, but it occurred to her that if he wanted to make
her suffer he would have rented a dungeon, as the older man had.

"Please, let me see what you look like. I mean naked."
Compliantly, 6409 removed her halter top and released her skirt,
catching it before it fell to the floor and draping both garments
over a dresser top. She removed her shoes and stood at attention,
facing Ricardo. There, she had done it. She had undressed
herself for a special man. "You are as pretty as he described
you. Come, sit beside me." He patted the bed where he wanted
her to sit. When she lowered herself, he gently turned her so her
back was toward him, then reached under her arms and cupped her
breasts. She sat, rigid. "Young, firm breasts. Anything more
than a handful is redundant, you know." Gently, he massaged her
breasts. She tried to relax. "Do you like that?" "Ricardo, Sir,
I am here to please you. If you like it, I like it, Sir."

"You know that's not what I meant. Does it feel good to have me
do that? Does it make you feel sexy?"

"Sir, I'm not sure. It feels...unfamiliar, sir."

"Did my grandfather play with your breasts?"

"Yes, sir. He put suction devices on them, sir."

"Did you like having your breasts sucked?"

"At first it was strange, but then it hurt, sir. I have not yet
learned to enjoy being hurt, though some of the cadets say they
like it, sir."

"Call me Ricardo. I'll try not to hurt you."

"Thank you, Ricardo, sir." He let go of her breasts and instead
only lightly brushed her nipples, using his finger tips or the
flat of his palm, with a circular motion. 6409's nipples
hardened and she giggled. He continued until she was squirming
and clearly excited. Then he pulled her backward, so she was
lying crosswise on the bed, on her back, with her feet still on
the floor. He positioned himself between her knees and, still
caressing her erect nipples, he began to blow on her inner
thighs. This elicited more giggles, so he progressed to licking
her newly shaved skin, exploring her thighs and belly and,
ultimately, her hairless labia. Inevitably, his tongue found the
groove and the tip parted her now slick lips. 6409 was giggling
intermittently, but when his tongue found her clit she began to
giggle uncontrollably. His lips kissed and sucked the little
nubbin, still hooded but clearly swollen, and she laughed out
loud, rocking her pelvis, relishing his lips. Then, with a gasp
and a sigh, she relaxed and reached out to hold his head as he
continued to lick and kiss deeper and deeper between her gaping
labia. He got his shoulders under her thighs and raised her
legs, so as to tip her vulva upward, the better to probe with his
tongue. 6409 began to writhe and moan and laugh, as he continued
his tongue-fuck. As last, crying out, she squirted his face with
pussy juice, as her vagina spasmed in an extra-special orgasm.

Ricardo released her and wiped his face. He got out of his
bathrobe and lay beside her across the bed, his penis upstanding.
6409 lay still for several minutes. Then, shaking her head, she
sat up. "That was very special, Ricardo, sir."

"Your turn now." She shifted to take his penis in her mouth, but
he said, "No, sit on it." Awkwardly, 6409 got up on her knees
and straddled Ricardo's hips. Staring into his eyes, she slowly
lowered herself, while he used one hand to direct the tip of his
tool. She hesitated as he moved the tip up and down the cleft of
her vulva, and then paused with the tip at the entrance to her
vagina. Slowly she lowered herself, so that he penetrated the
slick sheath. It was another milestone for 6409. There was no
way she could pretend that she was raped. "You are so deliciously
tight," he said.

"It's only the second time, Sir. I was a virgin."

"I like it." His hands on her hips pulled her down, so her
weight was on his pubic bone.

"You are so big, Sir! It feels so... I'm not complaining, Sir."
He helped her straighten her legs, so her feet were near his
shoulders and she had no power to raise herself off the pole
which impaled her. He bucked his hips, arching his back, so she
was tossed upward and fell down once more, the penis first
beginning to slide out, then being rammed home again as her
bottom slammed into his groin. He repeated it a few more times,
watching her hair fly as she bounced up and down on his rod. 
Her smile was something to behold, and she began to giggle. His
hands, on her hips, moved her pelvis right and left, forward and
back, even in circles as he bounced her, so that his member
plunged this way and that, stretching the elastic walls of her
vagina. She began to help, rocking her pelvis and flexing her
knees, so that her cunt moved for and aft. The stiff penis
pressed on her G-spot, and in a few seconds she was laughing and
drenching Ricardo and the bed with a spray of pussy juice.

Weakened by the intensity of her orgasm, she went limp and swayed
like a rag doll as Ricardo continued to move her hips, so his
pole penetrated at ever changing angles and every cranny of her
cunt was pummeled by its tip. As she came again, gasping and
clenching his penis with her tightening vaginal muscles, he shot
his semen into her. She remained sitting on him as she panted
and slowly regained her composure. He pulled her torso toward
him, so her breasts pressed his chest and his now limp prod
slipped out. She struggled to move her legs, bent double as she
was, and he let her slide off him, trailing sexual fluids across
his thigh. She curled up on her left side and he, on his left
side, pressed against her back, his crotch against her bottom,
the front of his legs against the back of hers, one arm over her,
with his hand cupping her breast. She seemed to fall asleep
instantly, and for some time he lay there, feeling her skin
against his, until he finally fell asleep.

When 6409 awoke the sun had brightened the room. She was lying
on her tummy, and Ricardo was slowly stroking her buttocks with
the tips of his fingers. She made a contented humming sound as
he continued. She shivered when his finger ran down the crack of
her ass and, as his hand pressed between her thighs, she parted
them for him. Gently, his stroked her hairless labia, and she
made more sounds of contentment. Then his thumb slipped easily
into her now slick vagina and his forefinger lay between her
outer lips, pointing in the general direction of her navel. For
a few moments she lay relishing the feeling of his thumb inside
her. It was smaller and shorter than his penis, but it served
very nicely. When he began to fuck her with his thumb, pressing
directly on her G-spot, the forefinger slid over her clitoris. 
In less than half a minute she was thrusting herself back at him
and moaning. Her vagina contracted rhythmically around the thumb
and she called out, "Oh, God! Oh, Ricardo! Oh Ricardo, my God!"
He continued thumb-fucking her until she was exhausted and the
sheets were soaked again with her secretions.

They showered again, and Ricardo soaped her skin, spending
minutes on her breasts, while she giggled and squirmed in his
strong grasp. He ran the bar of soap up and down her vulva, and
she said, "Ricardo, Sir, you will make me cum until I can't stand
any more."

"Ah, you perceive my plan," he said, grinning. He paused a
moment while he unscrewed the shower head from its hose --- it
was one of those "personal" showers that hangs from a long hose
--- and he backed her into a corner of the shower stall. The
warm water emerged from the hose in a solid stream of
considerable force. When he directed the stream between her
legs, the water forced her labia apart and raced down her groove
like a fast-flowing river in a canyon. 6409 made incoherent
noises as he played the stream up and down between her legs, now
blasting into her vagina like an invading prick, now pummeling
her clitoris with a violent gentleness only water can achieve. 
She gasped and groaned and clung to him, until at last she broke
free and ran, throwing herself, dripping wet, across the bed,
unable to stand on her wobbly legs.

Ricardo followed and dried her back and legs with a towel. At
last, as she recovered, she rolled onto her back and smiled at
him. "Sir, I would never have believed this work could be so much
fun. Thank you, Ricardo, Sir."

"What would you like to do today?"

"Whatever you want to do, Sir."

"How about breakfast, and a swim, perhaps a ride in my
helicopter?"

"Anything, Sir, but please, give me a some time to regain my
strength. I'm worn out, I think."

"What would you like for...uh, oh." He reached for his ringing
cell phone and thumbed it on. 6409 couldn't hear what was said,
but she saw his face fall. "OK, I'll be there as soon as I can."
He turned it off and turned to 6409. "I regret I must go. I
trust the academy will take care of you, until I come back for
you. Au revoir." She watched him dress hurriedly, and then,
with a quick kiss on her forehead, he was gone.

When Ricardo was seen to leave in a hurry, a sergeant came to 
see if 6409 was all right. "When they leave like that, we worry
if they might be running from the scene of a crime. Are you sure
he didn't hurt you?"

"I'll be fine, as soon as I pull myself together."

"OK. Report back to the school and get ready for tonight. We've
got quite a crowd." That night, still thinking of Ricardo, 6409
was once more placed on the auction block, where her services for
the night were bought by an anonymous bidder.  She could not
imagine what another man could do to improve on Ricardo.  Naked,
she was led to a meeting room in the hotel, where she found two
other female cadets already waiting on a raised platform,
surrounded by spectators, all women. There she saw three
pillories, three adjustable metal saw horses, and some video
cameras. Immediately, the three cadets were bent over saw horses
with their necks and wrists secured in a pillories. 6409's
ankle cuffs were clipped to the saw horse legs, so her own legs
were spread in a vee, and the horizontal bar was raised to keep
her legs straight. The pillory upright telescoped, and it was
adjusted so that 6409's head was lower than her hips, and the
muscles in the back of her legs were stretched taut. The other
two cadets, one on her right, one on her left, were similarly
restrained. The cameras were placed so that if she raised her
head 6409 could see on one of the several large-screen monitors
her own face and on another a close-up of her buttocks and
hairless vulva. She could see the faces and cunts of the others
cadets as well, magnified and in color. Everything considered,
she wished she were somewhere else. She tried to reason with
herself; you can't have a Ricardo every time.

A Mistress of Ceremonies appeared, a middle-aged, black-haired
woman, tall in her spike-heeled black boots. She wore a kind of 
metal-studded leather corset which left her hairy crotch bare and
raised her breasts, exposing rouged nipples the size of thumbs. 
She carried a long black cane or crop, which she used to 
augment her words. "Ladies," she said, "tonight's entertainment
will be provided by three young female cadets who are training
to be sex slaves. Each is from a different platoon, and they
will want to be strong, for the sake of their sisters. The
winning cadet's platoon will be rewarded. We will test their
fortitude and training with a series of torments, and their
behavior will determine their score. Whenever the pain becomes
too much too bear, a cadet need only call out, 'Stop!', and the
treatment will cease. The cadet who calls out first will receive
three points. The second gets two, and the third get one. The
cadet with the fewest points at the end of the entertainment
wins, and the one with the most points loses. Each cadet will
each receive an additional treatment, depending on her score. I
can assure you, the winner will be rewarded and the loser will
regret her weakness. And now, to begin."

Each cadet was secured, of course, so that her bare breasts hung
down, and the Mistress began by attaching nipple clamps to each
of her victims. From these she hung heavy bells. 6409 had
never experienced nipple torture before, but she could stand the
pain, which seemed to diminish some with time. "Now then, girls,
let's hear you ring those bells." 6409 tried to move enough to
ring the bells, but she was immobilized at neck and hips. She
heard bells to her left and right. "Come on now,"said the
Mistress, cracking her crop across 6409's ass. Through her own
cry of pain, 6409 heard her bells ring. "First, I think, little
spanking. Could I have three volunteers?" Three women from the
audience stepped up onto the platform. They must have been
preselected, for each carried a device which looked like an
electric fan on a floor stand. However, instead of the usual fan
blades, these fans had leather paddles, paired, like
slapsticks. They placed a device behind each cadet's left
buttock and adjusted the height and distance, so that each
paddle, as it ascended, would strike the taut ass cheek in the
same place, about level with the upturned anus. "Ready. Set.
Go!"  The speed was set on low, and 6409 felt a stinging slap
about once a second. It hurt, the more so as her ass, which she
could see on the monitor, turned bright pink. After ten or
twenty slaps, which had 6409 grinding her teeth to keep from 
screaming, the speed was increased. The cadet on her left
started screaming, and the torment didn't stop, so 6409 concluded
she could scream, too. As the pain washed over her, she could
watch herself screaming, seeing her face contort, as she 
experienced pain like she had never dreamt of. Then the speed
was increased again, so that each blow jarred her body and her
bells were jangling as she writhed in pain. The cadet on the
right, hitherto silent, suddenly screamed, "STOP!", and her
machine was shut off. Seconds later, 6409 yelled for a stop,
and the last cadet, on her left, followed a second later. In a
little window on her monitor, 6409 saw the numeral 2 appear. She
could see the crimson stripe on her left buttock, where the
paddles had repeatedly spanked her.

"Well, I've seen girls last longer, but it wasn't so bad, for
beginners. Next!" Three different women stepped up and adjusted
the machines to punish the right buttock. This time 6409 knew
what was coming, and while the anticipation was awful, she knew
she could stand the pain if she was only determined enough. At
the end of the ordeal, the three cadets were even at 4 points
each, and their asses were symmetrically reddened.  The third
crew adjusted the machines carefully so that the paddles would
rise up between the victim's spread thighs and slap directly on
her naked labia. The cadet on the left had fleshy thighs, and
they had to spread her legs a bit more to assure a better 
impact. 6409 kept telling herself she could stand it, but she
knew this would be the worst yet. 6409 could hardly believe her
eyes when, on the monitor, she saw the leather smash against her
exposed labia, again and again, turning them scarlet. She writhed
in pain and tried to move her hips, but whenever she shifted her
position, the paddle would scrape her inner thigh on its way to
her cunt, and the pain was even worse. She could hear her bells,
and those of the other cadets, clanging as the victims jerked
and squirmed under the assault on their sex. Unexpectedly,
there was a pause, and the machines were pulled away so the
spectators could see the damage they had done. There, on the
monitors, the cadets could see their tenderest places swollen and
red. When the punishment resumed, 6409 was insane with pain, her
brain befuddled by the sensations. The paddles seemed to pound
the punished labia and press directly on her clitoris, which
made her scream incoherently, even as she felt her insides 
writhing with orgasmic fury.  She wasn't even aware when the
other cadets called a stop, and she had no idea how long the
punishment continued until she realized she could make it stop
by saying the word. She forced herself to scan the monitors.
The scores stood 6, 5, 7. 6409 was winning, but as she came
down off some sort of endorphin high...she had learned about
such things in her studies but had never imagined the intensity...
she wondered if her burning, tortured vulva would ever
recover.

There was another pause. She actually watched in slow motion as
they replayed the beating she had received. She heard murmurs
of approval from the audience, and she realized she had endured 
at least a dozen blows needlessly, she was so delirious with
pain/passion. She hung her head and tried to recover her
senses, aware that her insides were still quaking from the
muscle spasms evoked by the beating of her clitoris. She looked
again at the monitor and saw that her glowing lips and inner
thighs were glistening.

The next set of volunteers removed the spanking machines and 
set up something else. On the monitor 6409 saw a hand slide a
black rubber thing, stiff and straight, into her tortured cunt.
Even though the thing was no bigger around than her finger, it
hurt going in,.parting her bruised labia. "With each stroke of
the pump, a measured amount of water will be forced into the
bladder, stretching the vagina. Each cadet knows she will suffer
terribly, if she loses the contest. You will be amazed how much
the pussy can be stretched. Begin." Gritting her teeth, 6409
watched the monitor as the tube in her vagina shuddered and
swelled with each stroke of the pump. Each increment stretched
her tight vagina, and she knew she couldn't stand much more, so
she just gave in and called, "Stop." The bladder was pulled from
between her legs, already enlarged to the size of a big banana. 
Her vulva ached, but it wasn't torn. She noted the 8 on her
screen and watched the other monitors to see what she had avoided
by her early surrender. Each of the other cadets seemed
determined not to lose. The girl on her right, with a 7, grunted
and moaned as the black thing swelled and mashed her beaten labia
against her inner thighs, as they bulged outward, encircling the
horrid black cylinder.  The girl on the left seemed to be more
stoic; she just held still, gasping though clenched teeth, as the
bladder grew inside her. At one point, the pumping seemed to
stop, as the Mistress remarked, "See the little sluts enjoy it. 
They just love to have their pussies stretched. They never knew
a man who could fuck them like the pump can."  Then, at her
signal, the pumping resumed, each stroke visibly stretching the
cunts of the cadets. Their labia were stretched thin as the
black things swelled to the size of a Coke can. Still the 
cadets would not give in, and 6409 could not believe that they
could take much more. Finally, on the left, she heard, "Unnngh!
Stop!", followed immediately by surrender on the right. As the 
huge bladder was removed from the cadet on the left, it seemed
to swell to the size of a melon, and streaks of blood stained
her thighs. The cunt stretcher on the right was equally big, but
the victim, wet with pussy juice, did not seem to have suffered
the tearing that the girl on the left had endured.

Again, there was a pause, as cadets and audience alike watched a
replay. Now, 6409 saw how it was possible for a fist to be 
inserted into the vagina, or for a baby's head to emerge. "The
scores now stand at 8, 8, and 8," said the Mistress of
Ceremonies. "The contest continues." She approached each cadet
in turn and squeezed each imprisoned head between her thighs. 
"Feel that wetness? Smell that aroma? I'm enjoying this, and 
the loser is mine!" The black things, deflated again, were now 
pushed against each cadet's anus. There was no lubrication, and
the girls whimpered as the pressure stretched their orifice. 6409
tried to relax, and at last the black cylinder slid past her
sphincter muscles and plunged into her rectum. She could see on
the monitor, her little rosebud clutching the pipe. The
competing cadets had also accepted the prod. Again the pumping
started, and soon 6409 felt so stretched that she feared her
rectum would tear. She knew from her vocational instruction
videos that anal sex could be dangerous, for the rectal walls are
not as strong as the vagina, which is, after all, made to be
stretched. Still, 6409 was determined not to lose the contest. 
The pain was worse that any difficult bowel movement she had
experienced. She could feel the rubber bladder reaching deeper
into her, getting longer like an erecting penis, the stretching
of her bowels making her shake with spasms of intestinal
cramping, making the bells hanging from her now numb nipples
jangle as she writhed in torment. It felt as if her abdomen must
be stretching, as in a pregnancy, and the pressure on something
in her vagina was sending strange sensations through her belly. 
On the monitor, she could see her anus stretched unbelievably,
even though the bulk of the balloon was inside her, and she could
feel that the tender skin was stretched to the point of tearing. 
Again, she was losing her mind, seemingly having multiple
orgasms even as the pain seemed unendurable. She heard someone
call a stop, and she tried to listen for another stop, but she
never heard it, over her own screams. Finally, she managed to
draw a breath and scream the word, "STOP!" A wave of sensation,
a definite orgasm, washed through her as the thing was pulled
from her burning, stinging ass hole. When she regained her
composure, she looked at the monitor and saw blood, but, more
surprisingly, she saw she was drenched with vaginal secretions. 
The score stood at 10, 9, 11. She was winning!

A great sense of relief came over her as the pillory was
unlocked, and several hands helped her to stand, while they
removed the nipple clamps. AH! The pain! They released her
ankles. Someone wiped her bleeding anus with a soothing lotion,
and she was led to a kind of chair. The seat, she realized, was
a toilet seat, open at the front, like the ones in public
toilets, and they strapped her in with her knees spread. A camera
was aimed at her tortured vulva, not quite as red as it had been
when it was being spanked with leather paddles. She noted with
some curiosity that she had never really seen herself down there 
from the point of view of the camera, and she could see on the
monitor the magnified details of her private place. Somehow, it
didn't bother her that dozens of women were watching, too. She
was quite self absorbed. Women applied Superglue to 6409's outer
labia and pressed the edges to her thighs, so that her
clitoris, inner lips, and the tight vestibule to her vagina were
all exposed to the camera. 6409 looked at the second place
cadet. She had been strapped into a similar chair, except the
monitor showed that she had rubber dildo rising vertically 
into her vagina. The losing cadet was still bent over her saw
horse, even though the pillory had been removed. She could not,
however, straighten up, as her breasts were encased in
bell-shaped plastic suckers which pulled her down, even as her
breasts expanded, trying to fill the plastic cavities.  The
Mistress of Ceremonies strutted and flourished her black crop. 
"The winner will be rewarded with clitoral orgasms, the best
kind, as we all know. The second place cadet will get fucked
into insensibility. The loser will have the privilege of eating
me out, while you spectators can do whatever you like to her
other end."

A jet of tepid water spurted up between 6409's thighs, and
someone adjusted it so that it sprayed against the hood of her
clitoris. She thought of that morning, with Ricardo, and wished
he was in control. She tried to close her eyes and imagine he
was holding her, but that didn't work, with the noisy audience
commenting on the events. The sensation was delicious, almost
painful, it was so intense. 6409 opened her eyes and, on the
monitor, saw the magnified image of the glans of her clitoris
peeping out, as the spray tickled it. She had seen pictures in
her video course on masturbation, but she had never seen her own.

The other seated cadet shook, bobbing as if on horseback, as
the dildo mechanically rose and fell, pumping her vagina.  The
Mistress of ceremonies was supine in a chair, holding the loser's
head and forcing her to lick the Mistress's cunt, while another
woman, naked, with a huge strap-on dildo, stroked in and out of
the loser's cunt, gyrating her hips so as to maximize the
stretching of the victim's vagina. The loser was making muffled
noises, hardly able to breath with her mouth and nose pressed
against the hairy vulva of the Mistress. The mechanically-fucked
cadet was gasping and groaning and yelling that she was coming
and couldn't stand it. 6409 was so lost in intense multiple
orgasms that she was hardly aware of what was going on. She must
have passed out, for in the morning, she could remember nothing
of the remainder of the night.

6409 wakened in the infirmary. She was on her side, and the
nurse was applying some sort of salve or ointment to 6409's torn
anus. "I'm going to give you an enema. You will be authorized a
liquid diet, and, if you are lucky, the fissures will heal before
you need to have a bowel movement. I'm going to give you an
inflatable seat cushion, a sort of donut, so you can sit without
putting pressure on those nasty bruises on your buttocks." 6409
had never had an enema, not that she could remember, but the
nurse was gentle with her.  The flow of liquid into her bowels 
induced some anxiety, but it was wasn't too uncomfortable,
nothing compared with the black bladder of the night before. 
6409 was past embarrassment at anything they might do to her...
she felt no shame as she spewed into a bucket. The second and
third irrigations were of no concern, and the nurse murmured
encouragement as 6409 put up with increasing volumes of soapy
liquid. At last, there was a plain water rinse, which 6409
released as a clear stream, as if from a hose. They gave her a
short dress, or a long tee-shirt, and sent her back to the
barracks. On the chain around her neck was a red plastic tag,
which of course she couldn't read, which would excuse her from
running and such. She was allowed to take the rubber donut with
her to lunch, to sit on, and the red tag provided her with a
liquid meal, something like a soy milk shake.

In a few days 6409 was healed enough to resume normal activities,
except her work at the hotel. Instead of working the dining room
on the week end and being auctioned off, a sergeant led her
directly to one of the dungeons, where she was installed on a
horizontal St. Andrew's cross, stretched out in a wide X, her
arms and legs widespread. She was blindfolded and left to wait. 
She was not uncomfortable, except she couldn't scratch her
itching nose. In a few minutes, the door opened and several
people walked in, she guessed a dozen or so. Then a feminine
voice, a voice 6409 didn't recognize, addressed the others, who
were evidently male cadets. "You have viewed the instructional
materials concerning the female sexual anatomy and sexual
response. This is your laboratory, for hands-on experience. 
There are two inviolable rules. You may not penetrate her body,
and you must avoid doing harm. Otherwise you may look and touch
as much as you need to acquaint yourselves with the working
parts of the, uh, laboratory animal. You will get higher grades
if she experiences orgasms, so I encourage you all to have a go
at cunnilingus." There followed what seemed like hours of being
poked and squeezed and stroked and kissed and sucked and
slobbered over. Her breasts were stroked and squeezed and
mouthed in every imaginable way, until they were more tender and
sensitive than she could have imagined. There were hands, about
two dozen, all over her body, some always, of course, exploring
her vulva. Young voices spoke in tones of wonder about her
responses, how wet she was, how pink she was, how swollen her
nipples were. There was no point in being embarrassed. They did
not know who she was...her ID necklace was beneath her neck
and she could not see who they were. It was all so impersonal,
and yet so very personal. "My girl friend used to smell like
fish, but this one doesn't," said one cadet, and he tentatively
licked her labia and sniffed. He spread her outer lips with his
fingers and planted a kiss on her clitoral hood, to the general
approval of the others. Encouraged by the others and the
instructor, he spent a long time licking and sucking and trying
to push his tongue deeper into her vulva. 6409 couldn't help it. 
She rocked her pelvis and a pink blush spread across her chest as
she came, quite nicely. Some cadets actually clapped in
appreciation. "My turn!" said another, and a fresh tongue began
to lap at her clit. She came sooner, and wetter, this time.
Number three was an artist and managed to tease her into an
extended crescendo of response which culminated in a gush of
vaginal secretions which sprayed his face. There were hoots of
approval and much clapping. Number four was more fastidious. He
began by carefully washing her vulva and examining the
intricacies of her anatomy. Then, very gently and methodically
he licked her pink membranes and brought her slowly, inexorably,
toward a climax. He finished by sucking and tonguing the now
exposed glans of her clitoris, which made her moan out loud for
the first time as she shuddered orgasmically. Each subsequent
cadet experimenter tried to do at least as well, and, as 6409 was
now almost constantly one the edge of an orgasm. The results were
very satisfying for all participants, a dozen cunnilinguists, a
few dozen orgasms for 6409.

At last there was a respite. Someone gave her a drink of cold
water, and 6409 heard the instructor shooing the cadets out of
the dungeon. 6409 was able to relax, and she wondered how soon
they would release her. She wanted to sleep.  But then she
heard it all over again, "There are two inviolable rules...", and
another dozen males began their laboratory experience.

Sunday night she was spared the hotel entirely, and she spent the
evening alone in the barracks, working at the computer screen on
her programmed instruction. She was not far into her lessons
when 6402 slipped into the barracks, barefoot but wearing her
halter and slit skirt. She concealed something under her
mattress. "What are you doing back from the hotel so soon? And
what's that you don't want me to see?"

"It's a tip from a customer, finest sensemilla. Don't rat on me.
I'm gone now." 6402 slipped out and, presumably, ran back to
the hotel. 6409 simply continued to work on her lessons. 
Contraband drugs didn't interest her, and she knew that if she
turned 6402 in, she would be shunned, or worse, by the rest of
the platoon. They would find ways to get 6409 in trouble. It
would be best to ignore the whole thing.

Wrong! At the noon meal, a provost called the cadets to
attention. "Attention to orders! Cadet 6402 has been judged
guilty of accepting an illegal gratuity and of smuggling
contraband into the barracks. Punishment will commence at 13
hundred hours, thirty strokes of the cane and 24 hours in the hot
box." The cadets collectively groaned at the severity of the
punishment. "6409 witnessed the offense and is adjudged equally
culpable for not reporting it." If only 6409 had pretended not
to see! "6409 will receive thirty strokes of the cane and 24
hours in the hot box. The entire corps will assemble at the
football field by 13 hundred to witness punishment." Male
provosts took the two girls from their seats and marched them
outside and down to the field. The soccer goals, steel
frameworks to hold the nets, were placed facing each other, minus
the nets, in front of the stands. A work detail brought out the
hot box, a black painted corrugated iron shed on runners and
placed it in the center of the field. 6409 could see the
shimmering "heat waves" from the sun-heated roof. The nurse stood
by with two enema sets, which would be used to assure that the
thirsty criminals did not actually die of dehydration. An enema,
of course, would not relieve a parched throat, but it would
supply needed moisture to replace the liters of sweat which would
pour from their naked, battered, bodies. As hundreds of cadets
filed into the stadium, the two girls were stripped naked and
trussed up for punishment, each spread-eagled in a goal, facing
the other. Four hooded cadets, males, stood by with long canes. 
The girls would be simultaneously beaten both front and back,
while the rest of the corps could see each blow and witness the
devastating effects on breasts and buttocks. Television cameras
were being set up, and a helicopter orbited overhead. Somehow,
as she hung there in the sun, in front of all those leering men,
awaiting the beating of her life, 6409 chuckled as she imagined
the running commentary. "...And our aerial camera clearly shows
the blood drawn by that last blow to the breast of 6409."
Somehow, her mind could not cope with the enormity of her peril. 
 She hung there, on display, watching the clock as the big hand
approached the 12. She noted the commandant, the dean of women,
and her company commander apparently deep in discussion, as the
hooded cane men practiced their strokes, the canes whirring
through the air.

Then, inexplicably, her captain ran toward her. Two young men
untied 6409's ankles, as 6402 looked on. Then they released her
wrists; she was free! "6409, return to your barracks. Run!" 
She ran, even as she heard the first of many screams from 6402.
Breathless, drenched with sweat, she burst into the dimly lighted
barracks, only to be grabbed by the strong arms of a man.
"Ricardo!" she cried, as she pressed her sweaty, naked body
against him.  "You saved me!" She sobbed amid tears of joy.  He
hugged her to him, then held her at an arm's length and looked at
her. Her nipples were erect, and he gently pinched them, her 'on'
buttons.  Then slid one hand between her thighs and rubbed her
suddenly wet sex.

"You seem pleased to see me. I bought your contract." he said. 
"Now I'm your commanding officer. You are coming home with me,
to my plantation. You will be my sex slave, 24/7. Of course, you
will still be able to pursue your college degree from the
academy. I have a high speed data link installed." She hugged
him and pressed her tear-wet cheek against his fancy white shirt.
He stroked the fuzz on her scalp. "What happened to your long,
blonde hair?"

"It was a wig. My real hair is blonde, but they shave the heads
of new cadets."

He kissed the top of her head. "Put on some clothes and get 
your things. I can't wait to fly you home and fuck your brains
out." 


                          -- The End --


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