Free Hard Corps by Claire Thompson Page B

down, embarrassed, my face burning, my panties perversely wet.
    After just a moment, I looked up again, not able to resist. Sam had stopped fucking the first girl with the play-cock and was now using his knife on the second girl’s outfit. She had remained perfectly still, waiting her turn to be raped by the dildo. As I looked back at the first girl, I saw that Sam had left the dildo sticking lewdly out of her ass.
    From where we were sitting, I couldn’t see this one’s face. After she had made oral love to another rubber dildo, Sam came around to her firm little ass. He spread the cheeks for a moment, so that we could all see the puckered little asshole waiting to be violated. She shivered slightly, and seemed to tense up somewhat. There was a slight murmuring in the audience. Sam paused a moment, as if giving her time to collect herself. Then he began to press the second dildo into her ass. As the tip penetrated and he began to push harder, the girl suddenly flinched and fell forward with a little cry. Sam jerked her back by the hair and she struggled to get back into position. I realised I wasn’t breathing as I waited to see what would happen. She seemed desperate in her efforts to control herself, to resume her still and submissive position, so he could fuck her for all of us to see.
    Again Sam used the dildo, pressing slowly but forcefully until the poor girl had the whole thing shoved up her ass. I could see her body trembling slightly but, to her credit, she remained still and in position. Mercifully for her, the lights dimmed and Sam left the girl, dildo sticking from her body, and kneeled in the centre of the stage, again in his subservient position. As the curtains fell, the lights went up in the room. The music stopped and it took me a moment to come back to myself.
    I realised that all three at the table were looking at me, staring at me. I wasn’t sure what was expected. My mind was still reeling from the wild events I had witnessed. Then Dr Wellington spoke.
    ‘Well, what did you think? Other than the fact that novice M. fell out of position, I think the show was nicely executed. Your Sam did very well indeed.’
    ‘What will — ’ I stopped, not sure I should speak.
    ‘What? You have a question?’ It was Sergeant Sinclair. I turned to him. I had to know.
    ‘What will happen to her, sir?’
    ‘Oh, she’ll be punished, to be sure. But not too severely. After all, she is still learning. Have you ever had a huge dildo shoved up your ass, cadet? Not so easy to take.’
    I looked down, acutely embarrassed by his question.
    ‘Answer the master, cadet. He asked you a direct question.’
    I looked up to see Mr Jordan speaking to me. His voice was high and had a slight nasal twang to it. I noticed that his eyes were too small for his face, and too closely spaced. I took an instant dislike to him. ‘Well? Even as a “visitor” you are still addressing your commanding officer, toad. Speak up. Have you ever had your ass fucked with a rubber cock?’ They were quiet, waiting for me to respond.
    ‘No, sir,’ I managed to say, but it came out as a squeak. They all three laughed and I felt a burning humiliation rising in me.
    ‘Relax, Remy. Mr Jordan has an unusual sense of humour. He is teasing you.’ Dr Wellington put her cool hand over mine and looked at me with a small smile on her lips. I looked over at Mr Jordan, who was glaring at me through squinting eyes. He didn’t seem at all amused.
    Just then Sam came over to the table. He was dressed again in his fatigues. He kneeled by the table until Dr Wellington tapped him lightly on the shoulder. Then he stood and said, ‘Excuse me, ma’am. I have to take Remy back. She is AWOL.’
    ‘Oh, is she?’ Here Sergeant Sinclair spoke up and I realised with horror that I was caught. But he was smiling as he scribbled something on a piece of paper. ‘Here,’ he said, extending his hand to me. ‘If Roster gives you trouble, just give her this. She’ll