Free Cadet: The Academy by Commander James Bondage

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his cock and dripped on her thighs.
    He was so big, and Robin so small, that he
bottomed out inside her. He could not fit the last two inches of
his shaft inside her box. He pulled back and drove deep into her
again, asking, “How does that feel, cadet?”
    Her fingers dug into her thighs. “It’s
wonderful, sir!” she cried. “Please don’t stop!” she begged. She
could feel another tremendous climax building up inside.
    The General had no intention of stopping. He
held both her hips in his strong hands, using them to regulate the
speed and depth of his strokes. Twice he brought her to the edge of
climax and stopped, bringing Robin close to tears in her thwarted
need, before he finally pushed her over the top with a savage
series of lunges deep into her tight cave.
    The second orgasm was even bigger than the
first. Robin moaned and yowled like a catamount, arching her back
high to accept as much of him as she could house inside.
    The General pulled his rigid organ out of
Robin and came in glistening spurts on her heaving back, buttocks
and thighs, grunting his pleasure. He rested his softening rod on
her bespattered bottom and said, panting a little, “Now you can say
that you’ve met the General Staff. Quite an honor for one so
young.”
    The General released Robin’s hands from the
belt, and instructed her wash up and rejoin her unit. He instructed
her to send Cadet Sandy Merriweather, a tall, lovely black girl,
back in the car that would take her to the school.
    Robin showered quickly, washing away the
little trickle of blood from her vagina and the semen and sweat
from her body. She dressed in silence, saluted the General and left
without saying another word. During the ride to class she turned
over in her mind what had happened to her.
    She had lost her virginity, but that did not
bother her very much. She had never placed much stock in it,
figuring that she would have sex with the right man when the time
came along. What bothered her more was the way Cafferson was able
to dominate her with his voice and his hands, control her body,
arouse her and bring her to an orgasm exactly when and how he
pleased. When she was in his presence, her defenses vanished, and
she felt like a puppet in his hands. He had done it without using
threat or force (she did not believe that the spanking with the
belt had anything to do with the way she had been controlled), made
her welcome his violation of her body, made her beg for it. It was worse than being forced, somehow.
    She was distracted all the rest of the day,
earning five painful strokes from the Military History instructor
when she failed to correctly describe the Battle of Chatanooga.
    All that day and the next, the cadets were
summoned one-by-one to interviews with the General. The next
evening before taps, after the General had left the campus, the
cadets gathered around Jodie Lawrence’s bed to compare notes. They
had a variety of stories to tell. In some instances, they left were
alone with the General. Others times, they were joined by Colonel
Miles, or Captain Wagner, or sometimes both. They were subjected to
different forms of abuse. Cadets Merriweather, Vishnan and Ally
Reid, a charming red-head from Chicago, were forced to masturbate
with vibrators they had been given while being beaten with a
instructor’s crop, until they came while the three officers watched
them. Jodie Lawrence and two others were made to kneel before one
of the men and suck him off, while another manipulated the girl’s
privates. They were not permitted to leave until they had climaxed.
Others were taken by two of the officers at the same time,
simultaneously fucked and buggered, or forced to fellate one
officer while being penetrated by another or were taken frontally
while a vibrator was inserted behind. Every cadet was whipped or
spanked during her interview with the General.
    They added up what the encounters all had in
common: first, every cadet had been sexually used in a