Chapter 1

Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Fa/Fa, Consensual, Romantic, Rape, Lesbian, Heterosexual, Fiction, Incest, Mother, Father, Daughter, BDSM, MaleDom, Rough, Humiliation, Gang Bang, Group Sex, Orgy, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Masturbation, Sex Toys, Water Sports, Double Penetration, Analingus, School, Military, .

Desc: BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 1 - 18 year-old Julie Walsh is accepted as a cadet at the female air force academy.

Auxiliary Support Services (ASS): The Cadet Years.


By the end of the twenty-first century proxy wars and regional conflicts were still going on around the world. The Department of War (DoW) had a major image problem with the female enlisted and officer ranks.

The image problem was the unexpected consequence of having females in the armed forces: the growth of a culture of rape and sexual harassment. It was a public relations problem for all armed forces around the world but more so in the US military than in any other military. For decades the US military fought the culture of rape and sexual harassment in its ranks. Young enlisted men were indoctrinated in basic training in anti-rape and anti-sexual harassment classes and the officers had seminars covering how to report rape and sexual harassment and how to adjudicate charges of rape and sexual harassment within their commands, but despite everything, attitudes did not change.

The problem started in the late twentieth century when the three branches of the military allowed females into the service academies. These institutions of higher learning were hard hit with rape allegations from the start and just never really recovered from it. Careers of generals were destroyed by constant allegations of sexual harassment of females within their commands and the public's impression that they did nothing about it. The Navy allowed female officers on their submarines but in no time allegations of rape and sexual harassment onboard soon surfaced. Female commanding officers were laughed at behind their backs by their male subordinates and subjected to constant whispers: that female officers were only as good as the cock in their mouths; that the only proper place of a female in the military was on her knees. The DoD was hard pressed about what to do with female military members who wanted to be treated equally with the men.

It was within this environment of rape and sexual harassment that on the dawn of the twenty-second century, a compromise was first proposed to the DoW. If the main goal was to end sexual harassment and rape within the military, the female officer Corp argued, then a totally separate military structure for all females should be set up, run by senior female officers, to provide services and support to the existing military structure. The DoW baulked, and the idea of a separate military structure stalled.

It wasn't until the year 2105 that there was movement, when it was agreed that women would have their own auxiliary support service known as ASS, a name the senior male officers at the DoW came up with. At first it wasn't well received by the public, feminists or the female officer corps but the military refused to budge: if women were to have their own separate auxiliary component in the four branches, DoW reasoned, then it should serve a support service function and ASS fitted its definition. Further to this, they reasoned, if ASS was to be taken seriously, it should be 'manned' only by well educated female officers and the female enlisted ranks should be phased out.

The feminists, female politicians and the senior female officers reluctantly agreed to these conditions, but the debate now raged as to what the new service would be responsible for and it was at this point that the DoW played its trump card: they reasoned that if they were going to fund these changes and be a catalyst to end the possibility of rape and sexual harassment within the armed forces, then the primary function of ASS should be to sexually service the male members of the four branches, both enlisted men and officers.

Naturally, there was much outrage and anger, but the DoW held its ground. If it became the sole duty of female officers to sexually serve the male military, then the negative images of sexual harassment and rape would be removed. Perhaps tired of the drawn out debate, the general public accepted the wisdom of this and so put pressure on the feminists, the female officer Corps and female politicians to accept this final compromise.

In 2108 the agreement with the Pentagon was reluctantly signed off by the senior female officer Corps and the structure of the new service was hammered out:

• ASS would be totally female staffed and managed, and female officers would get the same rank privileges as their male counterparts.

• ASS would be a totally separate component of armed forces and responsible for its own structure, curriculum, training, discipline and promotion.

• The headquarters command was made up of senior female officers from the four branches of the military, mirroring their male counterparts.

• The two ranking female officers would hold the four star titles "Chairman of the ASS" and "Deputy Chairman of the ASS", and both would rotate every three years with each branch of the service taking a turn.

The date for the implementation of the plan was the year 2120, giving the planners twelve years to organise the removal of enlisted women and the recruitment of new officers, and there was agreement that any presently serving female officer who did not take early retirement would tacitly be accepting the new rules. Attitudes began to change: the public didn't care as long as ASS stayed stateside and kept young women out of harm's way; although the feminists were unhappy that young women would be used as sex objects and whores, they recognised that young women would get the education and training to compete in the civilian workforce.

The details of how ASS would service the male troops was left to the female officers. It was decided early on that stress relief was the most important of a female officer's duties: by reducing the stress that male personnel encountered on a daily basis, whether in combat or admin, it was thought that rape and harassment would be replaced by greater job satisfaction. As 2120 came closer the structure of servicing was re-organised by rank: a male soldier could choose to be serviced by a female officer of his rank, or below, but not by an officer who outranked him. This entailed considerable restructuring of bases to ensure provision of female officers to match the ranks of their male counterparts, and the introduction of a new promotion structure. It was acknowledged early on that the lowest female ranks - 2Lt and 1Lt - would be available to almost any male soldier and so bear the heaviest servicing burden, and to compensate for this, the lowest ranks received automatic annual promotion up to the rank of captain. Once this rank was reached, career advancement stopped being automatic and further promotion became fiercely competitive: because fewer officers were needed to fill the higher ranking positions, an ambitious woman would need to fight hard to advance her career, or face discharge from her service.

As the new system began to take shape, there was only one area to which the DoW could not come up with an official solution: the fact that married men in the military would have a problem with their spouses when 2120 came. The spouses complained loudly to the DoW and the press about the dangers of temptation to which their husbands would be subjected and asked for them to be exempted, but the DoW remained silent on the matter. In the end it was decided at the highest levels that the male service member and his spouse had to work it out for themselves.

By the time 2120 dawned, the Government's preparations were complete, and on a swell of public interest the first three pilot ASS academies were opened. (The press had questioned why so few, but it was felt to be wiser to begin cautiously and then expand to all 66 states.) Each academy was managed and administered by women and staffed only by women instructors. Recruits could apply for the academy in the same way that young men applied for their academy; unlike their male counterparts, only one young female from each of the 66 states would be admitted into each academy every mid-July. The application process was very demanding: girls had to be appointed by the senator of the state they lived, have a 4.0 grade point average, excel at sports, have letter of references from her teachers and be 18 years-old in year that they were accepted into the academy.

Competition for places was fierce, partly because of the quality of the education, but also because of the opportunities open to the successful recruit. Even if you didn't get beyond the rank of Captain, your monthly 'retirement' pay was a nice bonus: who cared if you had to suck and fuck your way for five years, it was worth it.

From the outset, the academies sought to prove that they were worthy of respect. Just like their male counterparts, recruits were subjected to a strict discipline, a high level of education and training, and were expected to give everything that was asked of them: should they fail to do so, punishments could be harsh. Ass determined that education at these three academy's should be second to none, and in later years it was argued between talking head commentators as to who had the best academy educational system, men or women.


It was within this framework in mid-July of the year 2150 that Julie Walsh, eighteen years-old, stepped off the hover craft at Lewis Air Force Base, Truth or Consequences, Texas. The female air force academy had been built on the base but was secluded in a corner and surrounded by a ten foot concrete wall that was painted blue and white, the air force colors.

Julie's parents were against her joining the ASS, wanting her to attend college near home, and her father especially saw no good in what the military was doing to women in general and young women in particular. He had served time in the Army and fought in the Amazon rebellion alongside Brazilian troops, a war that lasted five years and cost thirty thousand American casualties, twelve thousand of which were young female soldiers. He of course swore up and down that he never saw the horrors of war like the rape, pillaging and burning of villages, and he also said that he never saw sex discrimination or knew of sexual assaults on female soldiers. Julie knew differently, from the first-hand accounts of female soldiers who were there, and she sometimes wondered if he was actually in the military at all.

Anyway, she argued with her father that she would get a first class education worth $600,000 dollars that didn't have to be paid back if she stayed the five years. Her degree at the academy would be worth a lot more than a degree from a state college and if she had to fuck and suck her way through for five years just to get a better paying job as a civilian then it would be worth it. In the end her father relented, and now here she was, eager, ambitious and somewhat frightened.

The sixty-six young women lined up in a row putting their feet on footsteps painted on the pavement. A pretty young woman in a crisp looking uniform strode up to them, dressed in a light blue short-sleeve blouse that had one button buttoned under her breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra so that they could see her nipples poking through and the name tag across her right breast pocket had big letters that read, "CUNT". The bottom of the blouse was not tucked into her skirt but was open revealing her mid-riff and belly button as she walked. Her skirt was dark blue, came to mid-thigh and was very tight around her waist. Her legs were covered with white, just above the knee stockings that had a blue bow at the top. Her shoes were black six inch stilettos and on top of her head was what was known as a 'cunt cap' because it was shaped like a cunt.

The young woman stood in front of them at attention. On either shoulder was a black board that had two stripes on it. For a few moments, she looked up and down the row, appraising the new recruits.

"I am second year cadet Walker. To put you at ease I am not going to yell or scream at you or make you run and do push-ups. We're not in combat arms anymore. What I and my fellow second year cadets will do is teach you how to be a proper woman, how to suck and fuck and hopefully take your virginity if you haven't lost it already." Julie and the others laughed. "We will teach you how to march," she continued, "and how to properly wear the uniform and to apply make-up that is pleasing to the male service members. In addition to all this you will be attending classes just like you would if you were attending college elsewhere."

With that Cadet Walker led the new women through the gate of the academy and behind the ten foot walls that prevented prying eyes from seeing inside. Julie looked up at the sign that was over the gate. "Through this gate walks the future of the ASS."

They walked to a courtyard that was surrounded by several two storey buildings.

"Line up on the foot prints again, ladies," ordered Cadet Walker.

Julie and the others lined up quickly. On a sign post in the courtyard were the words, "Discipline is next to sexiness".

"Look down at the ground and the number that is between your feet. For the first year you'll be known as this number. We don't care about your first name or last name."

Julie was lined up on number 6.

"Here at the academy our rank structure is this. First year cadets such as you are known as 'assholes' and second year cadets like me are 'cunts'. Third year cadets are 'clits' and fourth year cadets, the most senior, are to be referred to as 'mistress'. The last name of the cadet is over her right breast pocket. You will refer to me as Cunt Walker and for the other cadets of senior grade, Clit so and so or Mistress so and so. Understand?"

The new cadets nodded their heads.

"You are to answer in the third person using asshole and your number such as "this asshole number 10 understands" or "this asshole number 20 doesn't understand" when a cadet or a member the academy staff addresses you."

Cadet Walker paused as she looked at the new intake.

"You will always answer in the third person. If you don't a demerit will be recorded against your name and at the end of the week the demerits are added up. Punishment is given for the top ten assholes who have the most demerits. Before you ask the question what is involved in a punishment, it can either be a whipping with a bullwhip, a spanking with different implements, being forced into physically stressful positions or wearing implements of shame."

Cadet Walker continued. "You will be nude for your first year that includes during classes and meal times. The only time you won't be nude is when you are learning to properly wear the uniform. If we are to train you properly to service male service members, we need to break you down physically and mentally in your first year. That includes humiliating and degrading you. There are no limitations or restrictions on how we humiliate or degrade you. It can happen at any time or anyplace within the campus walls."

The girl next to Julie raised her hand.

"Yes?"

"If we will be nude will we be wearing shoes?" she asked.

"One demerit," Cadet Walker replied as she pulled out a little hand-held and punched in number 7. "Ask your question in the third person asshole."

"Um, Cunt Walker this asshole number seven wants to know if she will be wearing shoes during her first year?"

"Yes, you will be wearing six inch stilettos from here on out in your career that is if you decide to make the ASS a career. You must be seen to be wearing them comfortably and walking in them confidently."

The young woman nodded her head.

"Follow me through that door," Cadet Walker said as she walked off and the new cadets followed her into a large room with lockers.

"Undress here, put your clothes in the trash can."

Julie was hurrying the best she could although she was a little self-conscious about being nude in front of the other girls. Each prospective cadet had received a copy of the book "What can I expect at the academy" that instructed the young women to get used to being seen in the nude before they arrived, and most importantly not using their hands to cover themselves. The book also pointed out that they were to wear clothes that they wouldn't need anymore because the clothes would be thrown out, symbolically starting a new life. For the same reason, they weren't to bring any personal items because everything would be provided for them.

Cunt Walker continued. "Over here are your stilettos. Find the one that has your name on it. If you remember you listed your shoe size on the application so the stilettos should fit your feet."

"When you are done go outside and line up again."

Five minutes later the new cadets were lined up again, each one nude and in their six inch stilettos. As they stood there waiting for Cadet Walker to come out of the building the second year cadets came out of the administration building. They all wore the same uniform and caps.

"New assholes," one cadet said.

The cadets mingled with the new cadets. As Julie stood there as a cadet put her arms around her from behind and squeezed her tits. The cadet whispered into her ear, "I'm gonna love the feeling of your tongue making love to my anus and I will enjoy the sensation of waking up with your face between my ass cheeks," and then squeezed and pulled her nipples again. Julie stood upright, unflinching, knowing that she must not react, and felt a stirring between her legs.

A handful of the new cadets resisted the physical touching by the new cadets and received their first demerits: officers and cadets had to get used to being grabbed and touched in places that would normally be off-limits.

Cadet Walker came out of the building as the second year cadets started to go on their way. "I see that you have met the rest of the cunts. Get used to it, assholes, as you will be servicing these cunts your whole time here." She paused and looked along the line. "I see that some of you shave and some don't. From here on out during your career with ASS you will be hairless from the neck down."

Cadet Walker smiled. "You will get very used to shaving. One of the many rules within ASS is that junior officers will always shave the body parts of a senior officer. For example, a colonel will shave the cunt and anus of a brigadier general, a Lt. Colonel will do the same for a colonel. Likewise, since you are new you will learn to shave the cunt and anus of us second year cunts," Cadet Walker smiled. "It is known in the military as the privilege of rank, and assholes, we will be expecting a really smooth job."

Cadet Walker paused. "Now follow me into the building: we have paperwork to get started." As they entered in single file, Julie and the others noticed cock dildos attached the wall at waist height but didn't say anything. She wondered if these were for oral training - in the book it was explained that the cocks came "alive" when a mouth was placed on it, moving up and down and side to side as the cadet sucked it, helping her to improve a her oral skills and deep throat ability.

Cadet Walker led the new cadets into a classroom with desks. "Take a seat assholes." When the cadets were seated Walker went to the front of the classroom. "We are going to be visited by a senior officer. When I say 'attention' you will stand-up next to your desk looking straight ahead with your arms at your sides." Walker paused again. "The officer will inspect you and if you so much as move you will receive triple demerits, do you understand?"

"Yes, Cunt Walker," the new cadets answered in unison.

Just then an older looking female in uniform came walking into the room.

"Atten-hut!" Walker said as the new cadets quickly stood up standing straight as they could.

The officer was wearing the same type of uniform that Cadet Walker was wearing. Her blue blouse with only one button buttoned under her ample breasts and her nipples poking through, a very tight black skirt that came mid-thigh. Julie thought she looked cute in her white stockings with the blue ribbon at the top and her blue stilettos.

Cadet Walker turned and saluted. "Good morning, ma'am."

"Good morning, cunt. Is this our newest intake of assholes?" the officer asked, returning Walker's salute.

"Yes ma'am."

"Let me take a look before I administer the oath."

The officer walked down the front of the classroom and with her right hand up touched the nipple of each cadet she passed. She did this to every cadet. Several times she stopped and gently took a handful of hair from the cadet in front of her smelled it, nodding her head. She got to Julie and stopped. She smelt her neck and hair and nodded her head.

"You have a beautiful face, asshole. I think it would look pretty between my legs. Would you like that asshole?"

Julie didn't hesitate. "Yes, ma'am, asshole number 6 would love that very much," she replied nervously, looking straight ahead and trying to ignore the itch in her crotch. The officer pinched Julie's nipple and smiled as Julie moved just little. None of the cadets received any demerits even though the officer tried her best to rattle them.

"Very good Cunt Walker, the senior staff should be very pleased with these assholes."

"Yes, ma'am."

"I'm sure you and the other cunts can't wait to feel their tongues on your lithe young bodies."

Walker chuckled, "Yes, ma'am, this cunt agrees with that." It was well known that this particular officer loved to have a dozen cadets lick her body all over from her feet to her neck, each cadet competing with each other so that they didn't receive demerits for not trying hard enough.

The officer walked out in front of the classroom and faced the cadets. "Assholes, I am Colonel Martin, commandant of cadets. As such I am responsible for your training to become officers in the ASS. One of my duties is to administer the oath of office so raise your right hand and repeat after me:

"I (state your name), having been appointed as a cadet in the Auxiliary Support Services known as ASS, do solemnly swear that I will support and service all male service members when called upon to do so by the senior female officer appointed over me. That I will bear true sexual faith and allegiance to my fellow female cadets and that I take this obligation freely, without any mental reservations or purpose of evasion. That I will well and faithfully discharge the duties of being a cadet while at this institution of higher learning."

The new cadets lowered their hands. "You will take a new oath upon graduation from the academy but this one suffices for the four years you will be here." Colonel Martin turned to Cadet Walker. "Carry on cunt."

Cadet Walker saluted. "Yes, ma'am"

As the colonel walked out of the room, she glanced at Julie and Julie's eyes followed her: she couldn't see any panty line on the officer's tight skirt.

"Alright assholes you can sit. The next officer to come here will be Captain Boyd. She's an attorney and will have your contracts for you to sign. I will call attention again."

A minute later Captain Boyd walked in and Walker called "Atten-hut!" and the cadets stood up again.

Walker saluted, "Good morning, ma'am. This cunt reports that these assholes are ready for you."

Captain Boyd nodded her head acknowledging the salute. "Sit assholes." Then she turned to Walker, "Hand these out cunt."

As Walker handed out the contracts to the cadets Captain Boyd address the new cadets.

"I am Captain Boyd and I am the contract attorney for the academy. What you have in front of you is a contract that stipulates you are the property of ASS for the duration of this school and the five year commitment afterwards; as such, you will be inventoried and accounted for on spreadsheets like common office furniture and fixtures. In addition, you will be assigned a dollar value based on a percentage of your annual income that you can use to write off part of your yearly taxes and as you gain in rank your dollar value will increase."

She paused and looked around at the recruits' faces. "Those are the positive things, but there is a flip side. If you fail here at school or are removed from ASS for conduct reasons after you graduate, then you will be dishonourably discharged. You can also be dishonourably discharged if you become pregnant or become infected with any female diseases or STDs. A dishonourable discharge means you lose your veterans benefits and any retirement pay you would have been entitled to." Captain Boyd held up a piece of paper. "By signing this contract you also acknowledge that there is no such thing as sexual assault in the military, no sexual discrimination, no bias, and that there is no hostile work environment. Any questions?"

After a moment of silence, a cadet nervously raised her hand. "Yes, ma'am. This asshole number 15 wonders why we are treated like common chattels?"

"Because we are, number 15. All female officers and cadets right up to the chairman of the ASS are considered property and even though the ASS is a totally separate branch of the military the war department still requires the organization to report its inventory to the general accounting office." Captain Boyd paused looking at the eager young women before her. "Look around assholes and face the truth. Even out there in the civilian world things are changing. Women will always be second class citizens. Hell, the male service members view us as a pleasure center on two legs, an adventure playground with three holes, but it sure beats not having a job on the outside. So if I have to be treated as a piece of furniture to earn a decent standard of living then that's okay with me."

Many of the new cadets nodded their heads.

Another cadet raised her hand.

"Yes, asshole?"

"This asshole number 40 would like to know if there truly is a hostile work environment or sexual harassment in the military?"

"Yes, asshole, the whole military system is a hostile work environment for the female officer. Get used to the idea. When you work in a male office somewhere you will encounter sexual harassment both visual and physical. We are nothing but a sex object or a sexual target to be used by the military. The whole purpose of our training here is to prepare you for that so that your careers in ASS will be successful and you will make a valuable contribution to the armed forces of our great country."

The cadets nodded their heads and took a deep breath.

"After you sign the contracts, Cunt Walker will take you to the medical unit for your vaccinations and medical check-up. Included in your vaccinations is a shot that prevents pregnancies. All officers from you assholes to the chairman are required to get this shot once a month, along with a disease and STD check-up. ASS wants officers that are clean and disease free so that our male service members can enjoy us without anxiety. Any questions so far?"

As Captain Boyd expected, there was silence.

"After the medical unit Cunt Walker will take you to the 'Supplies and Inventory' building. There you will be imprinted with a bar code on the back of your neck. The information contained in the bar code has your biographical data, your current vaccinations, your last disease check-up and the base and unit you are assigned to. All officers including the chairman are inventoried once a month at their respective S&I offices. The officer that is being inventoried must account for any discrepancies in her personal inventory. Failure to account for the discrepancies results in the general accounting office getting involved and that's a bad thing because we don't want males to come snooping around our inventory of female officers. It is the job of the Supplies and Inventory officer and her staff to assign you to service duties. They make these decisions based on current inventory. Any and all requests for our services comes into the S&I office, things like the number of officers needed, the rank structure and what will be required. If they don't have a current inventory of female officers available for sexual services and they send an acknowledgement that ten officers will come to their event and only nine show-up, there's gonna be hell to pay."

"One last thing, remember that as female property, you are not allowed to leave the States without proper authorization, even off duty on your personal leave time. If you are assigned to a male unit which has to depart the States for any reason it is up to you to have your inventory spreadsheet updated with your new location, and the ranking male officer must sign your authorization to leave the country. Failure to do so results in a dishonourable discharge."

Captain Boyd looked around. "If there are no questions then print your name at the top of the contract and sign it at the bottom. I will notarize it later."

The paperwork was quickly signed, collected and passed on to the captain. After she had left, Walker led the cadets out to the hallway and then stopped. "Remember the footprints and the numbers you were standing on? Well find the dildo with your number, kneel in front of the dildo and put it in your mouth. Your back should straight and your arms at your sides."

There was some murmuring from the girls but everybody found their dildo and proceeded to put it in their mouths.

"These dildos will be referred to as cocks. These cocks are real looking and the texture of the skin of the cock makes it feel real. A word of warning though: if you put your teeth on the cock or even scrape the cock with your teeth you will get an electric shock in your mouth. It doesn't feel good, in fact it hurts, but the cock is a sensitive organ and we must take care of it. We must love it and nurture it." Cadet Walker paused. "Get sucking cadets. You will be in this position until I call your number."

Julie opened her mouth and put her lips over the cock. It was warm and almost felt like it was pulsing with rushes of blood as it moved up and down and side to side in her mouth. She had sucked plenty of cocks in high school and this seemed so real that the feel of it made her wet, and she wondered if it had some mechanism for filling her mouth with artificial cum. She sucked away for what seemed like forever until her jaw ached until she final heard, "Asshole number 6 to the medical unit."


But it was the second night that made the impression on the new cadets. The administration liked to think of it as an opportunity for the cadets to meet and bond with each other: the Corp of cadets preferred to call it Rape Night. The new recruits were packed into a very small room with no lights and standing room only. Before they knew what awaited them, they were excited by the mystery and aroused by the proximity, and fingers began to find their giggling way into moist cunts and tight assholes. It was only when the door started to open every now and again and two cadets were randomly selected and pulled from the room that their mood changed. As the door closed, the mechanical walls automatically squeezed in a little more to take up the vacant space and the remaining cadets could hear the screams and moans of the girls who had gone before them. Several of them broke down and cried as they waited their turn, wondering what was happening to the others.

They found out soon enough: if a cadet was a virgin before rape night, cunt or anus, by the end of it she wasn't. The fourth year cadets, the mistresses, got first dibs on the new arrivals: they would take two cadets at a time and double fuck them with their strap-on's before passing them around to the other mistresses. When the mistresses tired of them they were passed to the third year cadets, the clits, then on to the second year cadets, the cunts, before being made to kneel and suck the practice cocks while they waited for their fellow cadets to stumble out of the rape rooms.

After the raping was done each mistress got to pick a new cadet to sleep with. Julie was selected by Mistress Penny who inserted her vibrating strap-on into Julie's anus and slowly fucked her through the night. Julie was no stranger to anal sex, but she didn't get a very good night's sleep with a ten inch dildo was firmly embedded in her ass, especially as she had been ass fucked earlier by two Mistresses with viciously ribbed strap-on's.

It seemed, however, that she proved popular. The next night, Cunt Moss, the blonde-haired, blue-eyed second year cadet who had spoken to Julie on that first day, had Julie in her room on her bed licking and kissing her anus. To begin, Julie had to spread Moss's ass cheeks and describe her anus to her, and then for several hours kiss and lick until her jaw hurt. Moss insisted that simple licking was not enough, but that she had to push her tongue deep inside and "clean things up back there" as she put it.

The following morning, Cunt Moss ordered that before Julie could eat in the dining facility she had to describe Cunt Moss's anus out loud and 'confess' how she liked to lick and kiss and taste the brown hole. Julie was at first alarmed by the order, but quickly discovered that this was part of the recruits' humiliation training and was done before every mealtime: other cadets had to describe a particular body part on the second year cadet that selected them, such as describing the cunt's clit or her nipples, or even describe a fetishes such as how she sucked a second year's toes, or how lovely a cunt's piss tasted.


After the shock of their initiation, the next thirty days move rapidly for the new cadets: they learned military customs, how to march, salute, stand at attention, and how to address senior officers; they were taught how to properly make their bed and hang their uniforms, with the hangers one inch apart. Each dorm room had ranch oak furniture and wall to wall carpeting and held two cadets to a room. There was one bed in room, a twin size bed that the cadets had to share, a new experience for them because none of them had ever slept with anybody before. Now there were two of them in a bed that was barely big enough for one, but there was also compensation: in order to foster a spirit of comradeship, the new cadets were encouraged to explore each other's body with mouths and hands and probing fingers. Julie's roommate was Megan Sands and the two of them hit it off. She was from the state of Alberta, had blonde hair and blue eyes and soft white porcelain type skin, and best of all, as far as Julie was concerned, a small clit that had to be teased out of its hood. Julie quickly grew to like kissing and licking Megan's cunt, her taste was different somehow.

Julie didn't always get to sleep in her room: second, third and fourth year cadets had two beds to a room which made it easier for them to take a new cadet to bed with them, and Julie found that she was a popular recruit. At least once a week she was summoned by a cunt or a clit or a Mistress to be fucked, and often d/p-ed if the cadet's roommate felt like joining in.

Another area of adjustment was in the use of the toilets and the showers. The latrine was an open bay layout with no doors and no privacy, and there were ten toilets in a row. They weren't ordinary toilets: each was in the form of a female head from the neck up with an open mouth. The cadet would squat over the mouth and relieve herself and afterwards, instead of using toilet paper, a little squirt of water shot up from the mouth and she would rub her anus clean off the faecal matter. The toilet heads were really heads, each of them a modelling of the General in charge of ASS, printed from a plaster cast on a 3D printer and then converted into porcelain, with light colored skin, eyes and real hair. To flush the toilet, the cadet gave a slight push to the 'chin', and this became known as "feeding the General".

The shower had ten shower heads and the cadets were encouraged to shower together to save time and water. The shower heads had realistic cocks hanging down from the ceiling that sprayed water and this idea was extended in the ten sinks where a real-looking cock was the faucet and the porcelain sinks were in the shape of a cunt. The two knobs on the sink that controlled water flow looked like testicles and only a light touch was needed to turn the water on and off.

When they weren't learning about the new military customs, they were learning about sex, particularly submissive sex. The routine of the cadets' lives focused their minds on their primary role, to serve the cock. In their rooms there were cocks attached to the wall of varying lengths, all designed to be as authentic as possible, and they had to kneel and suck them for hours on end. The recruits were taught to kiss and lick and tongue the cock in slow movements, to use their mouth like their cunt, sometimes to make love to the cock, sometimes to fuck it. The goal of each cadet was to deep throat the ten inch long, two inch diameter cock without gagging, and to make it worth their while, the first cadet who did so would be demerit free for two weeks. The same reward was used to teach them to swallow: one of the cocks in their rooms was designed to ejaculate, but the amount of artificial cum, and its taste, was random and so the cadets never knew just what to expect. As they got better at sucking the cocks, the Cunts introduced the handcuffs. First the cadets had their wrists handcuffed behind their backs and then their elbows were secured in a monoglove, causing them to push out their chests which was the desired effect.

To sexualize them further, the cadets were taught about the sexual toys that would be used on them. Demonstrations were giving in the proper use of the toys like the strap-on, different types of dildos, butt plugs, mouth gags, restraints, and afterwards the cadets had practical exams where they had to show proficiency in using them. They also learned how to perform a self-bondage on themselves, an important skill that officers would need to call upon in the all too common situation where a cadet was by herself with three or four males who wanted to restrain her but did not know how to do so.

Three days before the end of their thirty day indoctrination period, the new cadets were assembled in the college hall to be addressed by the school commander, three star general, General Martelli. It was a moment that all of them eagerly awaited, partly because the General was an inspirational speaker, but also because she was renowned for the eccentric way she treated her aides. All the recruits had learned by now that it was a great honor to be selected as an aide to a general. Officers from the rank of 2Lt to Colonel could apply for one year and it was an excellent way to learn about the senior ranks and what it took to manage an organization like ASS. All generals could use their aides anyway they wanted, it was one of those privileges of rank, and General Martelli had three, two majors and a colonel.

Amid the hubbub of noise, Colonel Martin called "Atten-Hut!" and all the cadets stood up at attention and in silence, Julie and the new cadets towards the back.

The general walked out onto the stage, holding two leashes at the end of which were two women, naked, on their hands knees. Their ankles were strapped to their thighs, both had 'tails' sticking out their anuses and n their heads were masks in the shape of a dog's head, a Doberman's head mask. The general walked up to the podium and tapped the mike and the two women quickly went into sitting positions beside her.

"At ease and sit cadets," she said and waited until the cadets sat down. "This is Major Windom," the general continued, pointing to the woman on her left, and this is Major Bean to my right." As the General pointed at them, each of the women barked, "Arf! Arf!"

Julie looked on with excitement, her cunt going moist and her heart beat rapidly. She wanted that coveted position that the majors were in and resolved to work her hardest at getting an aide position on some general staff somewhere.

"These two dogs of mine will be seen around the campus and the buildings. Treat them as you would a real dog. Play with them, walk them and fuck them, but make sure they get returned to me."

The cadets laughed: it was well known that if General Martelli offered one or two of her aides to the student body then things were going well at the academy.

The general waited for silence and then began her speech. "Whores, floozies, bitches, bimbos, sex objects, sex targets. Recent military research suggests that these are not just the words of sexual harassment, but are also words designed to excite the male libido and to make it easier to sexualize women and push them to the lower rung of humanity. For the last thirty years that female officers of the Academy have been working this social experiment, we have worked hard at creating and maintaining the attitude that women need to be sexualized in order to gain acceptance by the male population. It has not been easy to reverse three hundred years of equality between men and women but our efforts are starting to pay off. As an example, a study by military psychologists last year hooked up soldiers to an MRI machine. After being hooked up, these service men were shown pictures of both men and women. The men were dressed in business suits, military uniforms and leisure outfits. The women were scantily clothed such as wearing bikinis, school girl outfits and most interestingly the military uniforms that we proudly wear today."

The general looked around at the cadets and officers. "The results showed that these images activated the medial prefrontal cortex in the brain of the soldiers, which is highly involved in social cognition like recognizing human faces or separating one person from another. It was found that the soldiers looked favorably at the men as being smart, intelligent and showing leadership qualities, which is everything that we expect of our men. When the soldiers viewed pictures of sexually dressed and scantily clad women, these sexually suggestive pictures did not activate the medial prefrontal cortex in the soldiers. This suggests that these soldier's brains perceived these women as sex objects and targets and thus not being smart, intelligent or showing leadership qualities. This study is consistent with the work of female researchers at the University of Pavlov. They found that when women were dressed sexually men implicitly associated them more as sexual targets, as sexual animals and thus easier to dehumanize."

The general paused and scratched head of her puppy. "European research has found that merely focusing on a woman's cleavage is enough for men to dehumanize a woman. Specifically, male researchers have found that men assign female targets less "human nature traits" when focus is on their appearance. These traits are perceived by the male population to separate women from the general population as sex objects, toys and targets to be physically used and verbally harassed."

"These findings are consistent with our psychological department work showing that objectified female officers are perceived as less competent and not having leadership ability. Interestingly, our research even finds that when men view sexualized pictures of our female officers, they subsequently view the officer as doing a worse job. That is why we have our officers assigned to menial tasks within the male office because our job focus should be the sole pleasure of the male in the office environment which includes verbal abuse and harassment. And lastly, our research shows that men viewed the female officer in a positive light when the officer participated in her degradation and humiliation, whether in the office, at an orgy or a party. Bottom line for us is that numerous research papers have pointed out that women in general and female officers in particular should be sexualized and evaluated solely on their looks, the amount of verbal abuse they take, and of course the amount of fucking they have to endure."

"That is the effect we are looking for ladies. We're here to service the male population of the military and debasing ourselves as sex objects and sex targets for them makes it easier for our soldiers to take advantage of us. That is why we have more young females apply each year for the limited slots and that our retention rate is at 98 percent. We're doing important work ladies for our men in uniform."

"Which brings us of course to Hazing Day in three days time. This will be your chance to show how ready you are, after the last month of training, to do your duty and debase yourselves before our male soldiers. They will do everything they can to dehumanize and humiliate you, but I will expect, this academy will expect, that you will bear that humiliation with your heads held high, knowing that it is your duty serve, no matter what is asked of you."

The General stepped back from the lectern, pulling on the leads of the two aides, and the officers and cadets stood and clapped and some whistled. The general smiled and nodded her head. She always gave rousing speeches.

Three days after the general's speech the new cadets were in formation. They had their new uniforms on. The cadets wore their cunt caps proudly as they puffed out their chest a little more and over the right breast pocket was the name "ASSHOLE". The name of every cadet had the name of their year on their uniform, the cunts had "CUNT" over their right breast, the clits had "CLIT" and the mistresses had "MISTRESS" over theirs. Today though was hazing day on the base. The 66 assholes were to march in column of two's around the base as the male population yelled obscenities, derogatory names, and threw buckets of piss and shit at them. They marched along a yellow line for four hours, unable to break formation or stop along the way, and although the airmen couldn't touch or hinder the cadets, both senior officers and enlisted men got into the fun as the cadets paraded round. Mentally it was hard on the recruits and some broke into tears, sobbing as they marched, their crisp new uniforms thoroughly soaked with spit and urine and smeared with faeces. Despite all this, despite the shit caked in her hair and the bitter taste of piss in her mouth, Julie put on a brave smile as she marched along side her roommate Megan: she wasn't put off, this is what she wanted to do.


At the end of their thirty day indoctrination the new cadets, still only just wearing their six inch stilettos, were put on a hover craft and taken over to the male recruit dorms, accompanied by three second year cadets.

As the craft pulled up to the dorm, one of the Cunts stood up. "This is your first service job, Assholes. It is a blow job only. The recruits will be laying on top of their beds naked from the waist down. You will randomly pick a recruit, kneel next to his bed and suck him off. Things to remember are, to make the blow job last as long as you can, make it sensuous, don't use your hands, and swallow everything. If you so much as let a drop of jizm escape your lips you'll receive ten demerits. When you are done sucking the recruit you are to stand at attention at the head of the bunk and wait for further instruction. Understood? Any questions?"

"This Asshole wants to know if the recruit can touch them," Megan asked.

"No, and the recruit knows that. He will also report if you let any jizm escape from your lips. Any other questions? Good. File out and follow me."

Like the other cadets, Julie was nervous and all kinds of crazy thoughts went through her mind: she had given blow jobs before, but if her nerves got the better of her. What if she bit him? Or used her teeth? Or made the blow job too short?

The Cunt turned around to the cadets. "Relax Assholes, do this just like you've been doing in your training with the cocks in your room."

As they walked into the bay there were a line of beds on either side of the room. The recruits were laying on top and when the cadets walked in they all turned to look at them. Julie immediately felt self-conscious and wanted to cover herself with her hands, but she knew that that was no-no: she was a sex object now. She walked down the middle of the bay and randomly picked a bed with a nice looking boy smiling at her. He seemed young, almost shy, and his head was shaved of any hair which was something all male recruits had to endure.

Julie knelt next to the bed and leaned over, taking his semi-hard cock in her mouth and working it to hardness. She kissed it, licked it and ran her lips slowly over it, loving the feeling of it swelling in her mouth while around her, she could hear her fellow cadets sucking, slurping and smacking their lips as they too sucked the cocks before them. Julie gently laid her head on the recruit's hip and moved her mouth back and forth, making the boy moan and grip the sheets of the bed with his hands. She used her tongue to explore his piss hole and then run it around the head before pushing her mouth down on it so that it slid into her throat. The boy moaned and she held the prick as deep as she could, feeling it swell as the recruit jerked his hips and the jizm erupted into her throat. She held her head still as the boy shot spurt after spurt of spunk, concentrating on the rhythm of his pumping as she swallowed the warm fluid until the flow stopped. She held his cock in her mouth until she was sure he had finished, and then slowly removed it and licked it clean. She gave it one more kiss and then stood up and walked to the front of the bunk and stood at attention.

Several cadets were already standing at attention. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the three Cunts bent over as the drill instructors fucked them from behind. One of the DI's was slapping the cadet's ass cheek with each thrust; the other two were laughing as they banged the head of the cadet they were fucking into the wall.

On the ride back to the school the cadets were talking in excited whispers amongst themselves, comparing notes so to speak, and Julie was not the only one to enjoy the lingering taste of sperm in her mouth. The three Cunts were very pleased with their performance, especially that not a single recruit spilt any jizz: their first test as cadets of ASS had been a success.


The next week classes started. Julie was working towards a Bachelor of Applied Sciences in Mathematics and like all other cadets, had to take fifteen hours of credit per semester, three hours more than any other college in the country. (When students questioned this, they were reminded that if ASS was to succeed, it standards had to be higher than anyone else.) The classes she chose were: Calculus I, English Composition I, Fundamentals of Public Speaking, Social Science, and Natural/Physical Science; each of these giving her three credit hours.

In addition to these, Each new cadet had to take three elective classes each semester, each for 1 hour credit, giving them a total of eighteen hours per semester. The point of the these classes was that, whereas the five main classes contributed to their degree study, the elective classes applied directly to their role in the military. After studying the list, Julie chose the three that interested her most:

• The role of the female in an orgy, 1 hour: This class covered everything from the proper use of rape tables to studying the research on the sexual habits and needs of males who would be in the orgy. It included how to properly memorize pictures of males who would be at the orgy so that they could be properly greeted, the arts of bukkake and gokkun, and practice at double and triple penetration.

• The importance of women as sex objects on the internet, 1 hour: The class covered topics about the creation of the internet and the rise of women as sex objects. This class explored the theory that women should be seen as sex objects within the context of the internet and discussed the idea that the internet was originally developed as a medium to showcase sex and porn and that it was an urban myth that the government had anything to do with the development of the internet couple of hundred years ago. It was the male entrepreneur looking to exploit the female body for fun and profit that created the internet. The class had a short practical element where recruits were required to create their own website for the use of male cadets.

• Cosmetology 1 hour: In this class the cadets learned to properly apply make-up, keep their hair neat and clean, how to keep their anus cleaned inside and out and well perfumed and how to use body stickers and fake tattoos to create arousal in the male. They also learned how to add hair extensions to make themselves look more like whores and sluts. The cadets learned to mix and match different hair colors to maximum effect.


Like any good academic institution, competitive sport was an important part of the ASS philosophy, although predictably, there were differences compared to main-stream events. The four academies competed against each other in a number of seasonal sports for the coveted 'Chairman's ASS cup'. There were two fall sporting events, thong football and nude volleyball; one winter sport, basketball; and two spring sporting events, rugby and soccer.

Thong football was played at a local stadium that was closed off to the public on Saturday mornings and only military members, male and female, and their guests were allowed tickets to the game. The rules were just like college football except the cadets wore thong bikinis: the Army had green, Air Force had blue, Navy had white, and the Marines wore red. At a typical game, the host academy had all their cadets out in the stadium, and their task was to service any male spectators with blow jobs and fucks. Up in the VIP boxes the senior female officers of both academies were on hand to give blow jobs and fucks to the senior male leadership, and they were often so persuasive that some of the male officers left the stadium without seeing a play being made. Selected Mistresses played on the football team, although the training was not too demanding; there weren't many practices as it wasn't expected that there would be hard hits or trick plays. In fact, apart from actually winning the game, the primary focus of the players on both sides was to cause the opposition to lose as much of their skimpy clothing as possible. After the game the loosing team was sent over to the male officer club for punishment and rough sex, something that many losing teams looked forward to.

The Clits played nude volleyball at the base gym in competitions which involved either a six player team or the more popular doubles play. These games were played at the same time as the football and were particularly well supported, mostly by enlisted personnel who couldn't afford the tickets to the football game. It was not only the game that attracted the crowds: after it was over, the loosing team and the loosing doubles players were given over to the crowd for orgies and rough sex, and everybody was free to dive in.

The same sort of pattern governed nude basketball, the big winter sport, followed by nude soccer and nude rugby in the spring. Rugby was especially popular: the male sports fans loved to see the cadets in the scrum and the ruck as the girls grabbed, pinched and poked each other's body parts, and referees were issued with small hand-held cameras so that the most graphic moments could be displayed on the big screens in the stadium.

When it was between seasons, other activities replaced sport, activities designed to build toughness and team work. One of these was when the mistresses worked on their whipping techniques. It was the preferred method to hang the first year cadet upside by one ankle, tying her wrists with a ten pound weight and use the whip on her. For Julie, the whipping hurt like hell but the good thing was that it was against the rules to break the skin and it was a source of pride among the assholes that they did not make sound as the whip wrapped around their body. It was also a source of pride among the mistresses, that they create the thin red stripe around the body of the cadet without causing injury.

Another activity that proved popular was a 'sport' called "Pick up the Tomato". An Asshole kneels with her head back and her wrists handcuffed behind her back and a grape tomato is placed on her partially opened lips. A Clit, whose wrists are also handcuffed behind her back, deftly sits on the face of the Asshole, who in turn pushes the tomato between the ass cheeks of the third year cadet with her tongue. The Clit then carefully walks twenty feet to a Cunt who is lying on her back with her mouth open, and carefully squats over her face and then releases her ass cheeks causing the little tomato to drop into the Cunt's mouth. If the Clit drops the tomato while she is walking the twenty feet then the mistresses administer ten swats with a paddle on her ass and she has to start over; if the asshole with the tomato in her mouth drops it while pushing it into the waiting ass cheeks then she receives ten swats of a paddle; likewise, the Cunt lying on the floor is given ten swats if the tomato bounces off her face or lips. The game was considered great fun, attracting large groups of spectators, and it helped to build cooperation skills between the Assholes, Cunts and Clits.


In accordance with military tradition, the discipline of the college was very strict, and the expectations high. For example, if a cadet didn't get a 100 percent on an exam, then demerits were given on a sliding scale so that if a cadet received a score of 90 then she got ten demerits, and so on. If asked a question in class and a wrong answer was given it was five demerits, and wrong answers on homework were one demerit each. The deliberate strictness of this demerit policy ensured that the young women worked harder and were better educated than their male academy cadets, but it also gave rise to routine of punishments which were meted out every weekend for those with demerits.

The punishments that the cadets had to endure were, to say the least, imaginative, and they were designed to reinforce the recruits' willingness to accept humiliation and debasement because they were administered in full view of the other cadets. In addition, the number of demerits that a cadet had did not determine which punishment device they got; the name of each device was put into a small box and the cadets drew the names out.

"The Cock" was a form of punishment which used a heavy weight in the shape of a cock which was hung around the neck of the cadet, causing her to bend forward because it was so heavy. The cadet's wrists and elbows were cuffed behind her back and her cunt and ass were smeared with copious amounts of honey, before she was placed in a small confined room, so small that she hardly had room to turn around. Once the door was shut, flies were released and were immediately attracted to the honey, much to the victim's distress. This punishment could be viewed through glass panels and a video link, and it was known to last for hours as the cadet tried move around to keep the flies off until the weight of the cock tired her out.

All cadets at one time or another experienced "The Cock", but some found it more humiliating than others: those who suffered from claustrophobia or a phobia of insects were often so traumatised that they eventually lost all control of their bodily functions and sometimes cruel Mistresses nurture their trauma by ensuring that the honey was inserted deep in their vaginas.

"Head harness" punishment was another Mistress favorite. The head harness was a device made of interconnected straps designed to encircle the head and secured by velcro that fasten at the back of the head. The mistresses used the head harnesses to provide points of attachments to secure various kinds of gags, such as ball gags, bit gags, muzzle gags and ring gags, although they also have other uses, such as providing attachment points for other forms of bondage. Sometimes the mistresses had the first and second year cadets wear the head harness simply for the psychological effect as a mirror was placed in front of the cadet and she stared at herself for hours. At other times, the cadet would have her arms in an armbinder behind her back, using the monoglove, and the top of the head harness was attached to a metal ring on the punishment wall so that the cadet was bent over at the waist with her head against the wall. The favored position was to have the cadet bent over at the waist looking up at the sky, causing her arms in the monoglove put a strain on her shoulders and chest while her neck supported the weight of her body. As it was, it was a very uncomfortable stress position, but Mistresses were also known to setup a chess board on the stomach of the cadet and play chess for a couple of hours while also toying with the cadet's cunt and anus. If the cadet moved or jerked while she was being toyed with the punishment time was extended.

Another form of punishment was "The Collar". It was a leather collar fastened by a short chain to a metal loop on the punishment wall. The length of the chain was adjusted so that the nose of the cadet was touching the wall, and the collar was placed round the cadet's neck and fastened by a heavy weighted padlock. The cadet's arms were put in a monoglove behind her back so that her nipples touched the wall and she was then left to stare at the wall. Time spent in the collar was intended to give the cadet a mental toughness for when they would be fucked for hours on end.

"The Pincher" was a recently implemented punishment from the "Current Trends in BDSM" department of ASS. It was a metal chain fastened around the cadet's neck to a pair of leg restraints fastened around the ankles and often the chain was deliberately short so that the cadet was placed in a stress position of half-kneeling and half-bending over. The pincher was then connected to an electrical shock device that delivered low voltage current to the chain and the cadet's body was shocked by the voltage at irregular times. The cadet had no way of determining when she would be shocked and if she made a noise the punishment time was extended.

"The Cock Bridle", based on the ancient Scold's Bridle, was used for cadets who couldn't keep quiet during their punishments when it was expected that they should be seen and not heard. The device was a hard plastic muzzle in a framework that enclosed the head. A hard plastic cock bit, about three inches long and one inch broad, projected into her mouth and pressed down on top of her tongue. The cock bit was frequently studded with little spikes, so that if the cadet moved her tongue, it inflicted pain and made speaking impossible. The cadet had her arms in a monoglove behind her back and she would be made to march back and forth in the punishment area. Not only was it painful to wear, but because it hindered the swallowing instinct, the cadet was further humiliated by the dribbles of drool that dripped from her chin.

"Short Shackling" was recently approved by ASS. It was a technique that enemy interrogators have been reported to use in various wars and which had been seen on the internet being used on captured female soldiers late in the last century, but the ASS have come to see the shackling useful as a punishment device. The cadet's hands are shackled to an eyebolt on the floor, then three feet from the hand shackle the cadet's ankles were shackled to an eye bolt on the floor, so that the cadet is forced into a squatting position on their knees, similar to hogtying. The position puts stress on her knees and thighs as she squats, and eventually the back. The advantage of this position for the mistresses is that it makes it easy to fuck the cadet from behind.

The last punishment device was "The Female Piper". A female piper or neck piper is a variation of the yoke, pillory or rigid irons whereby the wrists are locked in front of the cadet by a hinged board or steel bar. It was made out of two pieces steel with a hinge and a lock at the front and consists of three holes. One was a large hole for the neck and the other two were smaller holes which fastened the wrists in front of the face. Different weights were attached to the steel which put stress on the cadet's neck and she was then marched around the punishment area. The officers would sometimes attach a bell to alert other cadets that the female was approaching so that she might be mocked and otherwise humiliated. Another version was a "Double Piper", used as a punishment if two roommates had the highest number of demerits. The two cadets could be attached together, face-to-face, each wearing a ball gag. A nipple clamp was used to clamp the nipples of the cadets together, the chain being measured so that there would be tension on the nipples as the cadets tried to walk around the punishment yard.


As well as the constant danger of demerits and punishment, the stress level of the first semester of school was made unbearable at times by the some activities given to the cadets. Three times a week for an hour each time, the cadets had to form up for close order marching drill with very stiff ten inch strap-on dildos attached to their waists. The ten inches maintained the proper distance between cadets as long as the stiff dildo was touching the ass cheek of the cadet in front, and it took great concentration to make sure it did, otherwise demerits would be given. Then there was the exercise routine Monday through Friday that lasted for an additional hour that cut into the study time. The cadets were formed up for exercises like jumping jacks and crunches and the Mistresses would gather around make cat calls and rude comments as the cadets strained to keep up with the workout. Once more, demerits were given for cadets who lagged behind or couldn't keep up.

Other enforced duties eat into the recruits' time. At the start of school two cadets had to stand guard at the dildo rack around the clock, pulling four hour shifts. The rack was like a gun rack in that it had different shapes and sizes of dildos hanging on the inside. As a new cadet was summoned to a Mistress's room, they had to pick out a strap-on that the mistress would use on them, and when the cadet returned to the bay she handed the dildo to one of the cadet guards. The cadet had to clean the dildo with her mouth, regardless of which hole it had fucked, and replace it in its proper position in the rack, ready for future use. One of the interesting spin-offs was that in time, each cadet got to know the taste and smell of her fellow cadets so that with her eyes closed she knew who it was that used the dildo.

At first the new cadets were tired every day from standing guard at the rack or trying to do their homework every evening before being summoned to a senior cadet's room at all hours of the night to be used for sex. However, they learned that despite all the pressure and stress, it was possible to do well and make progress, as Julie discovered when she had the great honor to be selected for the weekend administration orgy. The top three cadets in each class with the least amount of demerits for the week were selected for the orgy after their punishment was administered. It was in these orgies that the young cadets learned the sexual fantasies and inclinations of the senior officers and it was this knowledge that the young women took with them as they advanced in their careers. One never knew when an officer would become a general, so it was useful to know what her sexual inclinations were: a junior officer who knew about and could satisfy those sexual inclinations was in a good position to take advantage of its promotion possibilities.


The cadets' practical skills were not developed just with dildos, but also with the real thing. Every week the cadets were put on the hovercraft and taken over to the male training barracks and each time they were required to do something different, but mainly it was all about the sucking. For example, one time the cadets were required to lick and kiss the anus the of male trainees as they lay in bed with their legs over their heads, and although Julie and the others had to practise their licking and tongue-fucking skills, they were also expected to judge just the right time the trainees were about to cum so that they could wrapped their mouth around the cocks and catch all their spunk. If their timing was bad, and the trainee came before the cadet had her mouth in place, she would be given five demerits automatically.

Parties were also another opportunity for the new recruits to experience the type of subjection and humiliation that they were being trained for. One illuminating experience was a retirement party at the enlisted club for two Chief Master Sergeants and sixty-six senior enlisted personnel whom they had invited. When the recruits arrived, they found the tables were arranged in a semi-circle, surrounded by semi-intoxicated men, and they were told to strip, dancing on top of the tables until they were naked and the guests started to use them. It was the first time that the cadets were brutally fucked in their asses and then throat fucked at the same time. In accordance with their training, the cadets kept their enthusiasm up through the party, even though their make-up had starting running down their faces as they were spat upon or gagged up slobber from their throats. Some of the girls were on the verge of crying, but others who had worked on their deep throat skills fared better.

On the ride back to the school the girls were quiet, many in obvious discomfort, and sensing this, Cadet Moss stood up and tried to console them. "It was a rough night, Assholes, but the enlisted association wrote a letter of appreciation to the general," she said as she waved the paper over her head. "Now you know why we work on our sucking skills. For those of you who haven't worked enough on your deep throat skills let this be a lesson."

One of the new cadets in the back of the hover craft said out loud, "That's nice, but fuck, my ass still hurts and cum is leaking on the seat!" Another cadet chuckled and soon the whole bus burst out with laughter. Sitting nearer the front, Moss looked at Julie and giggled and Julie giggled back. Her face was a mess of smeared make-up and her hair was tossed about, damp from sweat, or spilled drinks, or semen. She had lost count of the number of cocks she had throated, but because she had practised hard on the dildos, she felt only a little soreness. Her anus was another matter: she could still feel the burning pain from it being stretched and dry fucked, and she was sure that it was still gaping because she could feel the cum leaking out of it.

For the rest of the journey, the cadets laughed and talked with each other, and the brutality of what they had gone through disappeared. The sun was just coming up as the craft pulled into the campus and they had just enough time to wash up and make it to class. That was one of the things that the cadets found difficult, that they had so little time to get ready for class after a party. In a recent one, a promotion party at the officers club where they had been strapped onto rape tables and pushed out into the large dining room for the guests to enjoy, the party lasted almost until the start of classes the next morning and the cadets didn't even have a chance to shower or change clothes.


Inventory day was at the end of every month and all the officers and cadets were required to line up outside the admin offices; as they lined up in no particular order, they were often in for a long wait and it was not unknown for sexual favours to be traded for a place nearer the front of the queue. The inventory system used the Collection Recognition and Processing system commonly known as CRAP, a high tech version of that used in the civilian world to keep track of furniture and electronics.

On this day Julie was lucky enough to be near the front of the line at the time when General Martelli was inventoried and she watched the process with interest. The General bent over at the waist, moving her hair away from her neck, and the Supplies and Inventory officer, a major, used the bar code scanner with a red beam of light to 'beep' the General's barcode. They both looked at the large computer screen on the wall as the code was processed and displayed: it was all green except for a yellow caution icon next to the heading 'stool sample'.

"Hmm, seems you haven't given a stool sample in a while, ma'am," the Major pointed out.

"Been too busy, Major."

"Yes, ma'am," the Major replied as she handed the general a glass petrie dish. Stool samples were taken to determine if the officer had parasites or other diseases in their colon. If they did, that could affect their availability for assignment to a male party or orgy. It would be noted in their OERs (Officer Evaluation Report) if the officer missed an assignment and the initials "IA" would be written in red on her record: "Infected Anus"'.

"Maybe tomorrow then?" the General asked hopefully.

"You know the rules, ma'am, and besides your holding up the line here," the Major pointed out. The Major also handed the general a small white pill. "Here is a bowel movement pill in case you need it."

The General took the pill and popped it in her mouth. In front of her there was a hole in floor with two foot prints on either side of it and it was here that the officer had to shit into the petrie dish. Without any trace of embarrassment, she stepped onto the foot prints, lifted her short black skirt and squatted down over the hole, holding the dish under her anus. Julie watched, fascinated, listening to the woman's grunts and watching her sphincter push out and back until after a minute or so the General grunted out a mushy piece of shit on the dish. Martelli casually wiped her ass with a damp sponge and then walked over to the technician.

The Major taking the inventory stopped the line and waited for the technician to test the General's shit, and Julie watched the Petrie dish as it was run through the spectrum analyzer. Thirty seconds later a green light came on the analyzer, the results were electronically inputted into the database and the general was scanned again.

"Thank you, ma'am, you're up to date and available for the male general officers."

"Thank you, Major," replied the General. She turned and looked at Julie, the next in line, really looked at her with lust in her eyes. "Mmmm, I wish I had known you were there, Asshole," she said quietly as she walked past her, "then I wouldn't have had to use that cold sponge."

Julie felt her stomach flutter and felt the heat rising in her face, and she stared after her.

"Asshole?" the Major said impatiently and Julie turned quickly back and bent over at the waist, pulling her hair out of the way. The major but the bar code reader to her neck and Julie heard a beep. She looked up at the screen on the wall, seeing her name and the green icon next to it.

"Good to go, asshole," the major said. It was a little disconcerting to see your name and everything about you on a spreadsheet, height, weight, sexual preferences, grades, classes, home information.


At Christmas Julie went home. It was required that all cadets wore their uniforms home on leave and about a dozen times on the journey women came up to her and thanked for her service. Several women mentioned that their sons who were serving in the military were men now because of women like her, and they had all noticed a change in behavior of their son's, they were confident young men.

It was because of unsolicited comments like these that Julie felt pride in what she was doing, even though she was still a cadet, and she was immensely proud of her uniform. As she strode through the hovercraft terminal she stuck her breasts out, her nipples poking through the fabric of the blue blouse, her navel showing as she walked down the hallway. She walked confidently in her six inch stilettos and she felt sexy in her white over the knee stockings that were topped with a blue ribbon. Her dark blue skirt was wrapped tight around her slim waist and she held her head high with her cunt cap on top, her blonde hair flowing behind her, while beneath her hot moist thong, the swelling of her pride was matched by the swelling of her clit.

Julie got stares and whistles from the crowd of people as she moved through the terminal, but once she was reunited with her family, her spirits fell: her father wouldn't be seen with her and her mother, secretly proud of her little girl, was silent as they drove home. Julie's friends were jealous of her getting a first class education and that she had money to spend because she could draw pay as a college freshman. They were less fortunate: the state college was thinking of opening a separate college for women along the lines of the female service academy, but the state taxpayer would have to be convinced that it was worth it and what the public would get out of it.


When Julie returned after the Christmas break, she chose the following five classes, each with three credit hours: Calculus II, Macro-economics, World History I, English Composition II, and Humanities and Fine Arts.

Along with these, she signed up for three elective classes, each with one hour credit.

• Social Graces: It was in this class where the young cadets learned the accepted behaviour of female officers in social situations such as parties or orgies. Most important was that they were to be seen and not heard around male officers, and that their general attitude and behaviour should be polite, welcoming and deferential, putting the male service member's needs before their own so that their relationship with him would develop at a faster rate. For example, they learned how to discretely intercept a spouse of a male officer who was having his cock serviced by a fellow female officer so that the male didn't get in trouble. (It was accepted practice that the female officer should offer herself to the spouse so as to not to draw suspicion to her husband.)

• Dinner Party Protocol: This class was the one of the more controversial courses. ASS was dedicated to the male service member but there would be times when the female officer would be invited over to the male officer's residence. How should the spouse of the male officer be treated? It was understood that just because a female officer was invited to a dinner party didn't mean that the female officer sat at the dinner table or stood around with male officers having drinks before dinner. On the contrary, female officers knelt under the dinner table in front of the chair assigned to them as the table was set and the male officers and their spouses arrived. It was all the rage that dinner tables were all glass so that the dinner guests had an unobstructed view of the female officers giving oral satisfaction to male during the meal.

If the dinner party was at a general officer's residence then a corresponding female general of the same rank had to be at the party. The senior officer and her subordinates who were selected to attend the dinner party had to arrive an hour before the party and wait under the table while it was being set. The first part of the protocol required the junior officers enter under the table first in rank order with the general entering last. At the end of the dinner the general exited first followed by the junior officers in rank order. Because female officers of any rank were required to be seen and not heard they were moved to a separate room where they waited further instruction. What happened after that depended on the particular sexual tastes of the host. For example, General Devers of the training command at Lackland liked to keep the female officers tied up, blindfolded and ears covered in a spare room. That way the spouses and his male officers could pick and choose a female officer at their leisure to take to the living room and play with her, make her moan and groan and in some cases scream as they pulled and teased her clit, faced fucked her or put her in a sandwich position.

Where it got tricky was if there were spouses of the male officers at the party. The supplies and inventory officer had to know how many dinner guests there were and if there were spouses. She would look the other way when spouses were counted in with the guests, simply assigning the female officers based on current inventory to the dinner party. It was left to the female officers to decide which one of them got to lick and kiss the cunt of the spouses.

• Cosmetology II: Julie and her fellow cadets learned the latest techniques in body painting and the strategic placement of pasties plus how to properly apply dark skin tone to give their body a "sun tan" look. The Current Trends department of ASS sent the latest information to the class on topics such as the top porno movies for the year, which the cadets had to watch and memorize the new sex positions, latest trends in make-up and application techniques, and the current clothing line for prostitutes.


As Julie settled into her second semester, she, like the other recruits, found that she had gotten used to the unusual demands of the academy, and to balancing her academic work with the long hours of dildo guard duty, working on her sucking skills and deep throat exercises, as well as satisfying the senior cadets at all hours of night. Cunt Moss would summon Julie several times during weekend study hours to have her anus smooched as she studied her psychology books, something she loved, and Julie began to look forward to her summons. She found she was beginning to like being around Moss: the cadet was smart, interesting, always talked to her and didn't make any big demands of her time, and Julie was growing to love the taste of her asshole. Sometimes, it bothered her that her clit jumped whenever Moss summoned her to her room: what was it? Feelings maybe?

Four weeks into semester, Julie, along with two other cadets, achieved top student status with the least amount of demerits, and her reward was to be summoned to her first administration orgy at the General's house. She was excited as she listened to the stories of her fellow cadets who had gone before her, and as she and the other two cadets walked to the General's house beyond the school buildings, she felt wet with anticipation.

Julie knocked on the general's door and almost immediately, a 2Lt in uniform answered the door. Julie and her two fellow cadets came to attention.

"Cadet Asshole number 6, number 11 and number 25 reporting as ordered, ma'am." Julie said as she saluted the officer.

The 2Lt returned the salute. "It's about fucking time you assholes got here. I'm Lt Jennings, follow me," she ordered, striding off quickly to the downstairs room.

The cadets followed Jennings into what turned out to be a spare bedroom, and all three of them gasped. There were whips, ropes, dildos, restraint gear neatly laid out on a table, and on the bed were two of their fellow cadets tied up in the 69 position, both eagerly licking each other, their faces glistening and the bedcover underneath them damp with their juices.

"Asshole 25, you're assigned to General Martelli's anus. That means when she sits down anywhere you are to crawl under the chair and tongue her anus." The lieutenant's tone was authoritative and business-like and as she spoke, she pointed at a chair with an oddly shaped seat. The S&I office procured these chairs last week. The chairs are constructed such that when you sit on it your ass cheeks are spread which will give you unfettered access to her anus. When she stands up you stand up and follow her wherever she goes. If she is standing talking to another officer then you kneel behind her, spreading her ass cheeks and continuing to tongue her hole." The Lieutenant turned to the next cadet. "The general's deputy, BG Anders, will be here so Asshole number 11, you have her anus and the same conditions apply. You two had better be enthusiastic about your anus licking: both the General and her Deputy will expect you to get your tongues deep in there." Finally she turned to Julie. " Asshole number 6, you'll have several different jobs this evening. Your first job is to report to the kitchen: You're going to be the main course on the finger food tray." Lt Jennings looked at the cadets. "Now 6, off you go to the kitchen and 25 and 11, you wait by the front door. When the generals arrive you start your work."

Julie followed the Lieutenant's directions to the kitchen with a sense of disappointment hanging over her: she was hoping to use her oral skills tonight to impress the senior officers and she still remembered the look of lust on the General's face on Inventory Day. However, once she got there, it became clear that she was not going to be left out of the fun. She was lifted onto a serving trolley and strapped face down, and a plump cushion was placed under her hips so that her ass and crotch were thrust up above the surface. She thought at first it was some kind of rape table, until the kitchen staff started placing a variety of party foods around her body and wheeled the trolley out into the living room. "Ladies," the chef announced to the room, "please help yourselves to the finger food buffet." Almost at once Julie was surrounded by naked officers who helped themselves to the food, and whose fingers helped themselves just as liberally to her holes.

Once the initial rush had died down, Julie took the chance to look around the room. General Martelli, wearing a black dominatrix outfit on with a strap-on that was at least ten inches long, was already in the living room talking to some other officers who were naked and her aides, the two majors, were on their hands and knees next to her, wearing their Doberman hoods, but without their leashes. Just behind the General, Julie could see the bobbing head of Asshole 25 as she performed her evening duties.

Near the middle of the room, there were two poles attached to the ceiling that were fitted into round tables. There was dance music playing and two women were slowly dancing around the poles discarding their uniform to the beat of the music. One was a colonel who was almost undressed and the other was a LtC who had only just arrived, and Julie realised that as officers came to the orgy that they were required to do a strip-tease using the pole, just to get them in the mood: the women standing around the table and cheering them on were instructors and other staff officers who had already done their strip-tease. After the Colonel had finished stripping, she paid homage to the General by kneeling in front of her and kissing and licking the tip of her strap-on, and quickly afterwards the LtC did the same.

The noise of laughter from the doorway marked the arrival of the General's deputy, General Anders. While she waited for the pole table to clear, she stood talking to two naked officers who had come over to see her, while beside her, her aide, a full colonel, stood waiting submissively, her arms cuffed behind her and a leash that went not to her neck, but instead disappeared under the back of her short skirt. From her position on the trolley, Julie could see that Cadet 11 was already hard at work, her hands holding open the General's ass and her tongue buries deep inside the brown hole.

Eventually the pole table cleared and as General Anders climb up on to it, leaving Cadet 11 behind, Julie noticed that many of the officers stopped what they were doing and gathered around to watch. Somebody somewhere turned the music up and as the General started dancing across the table and around the pole, it was obvious from the erotic, seductive way she moved that she was a natural dancer. As she climbed the pole, she teased her audience, letting her legs open occasionally to give glimpses of her smooth cunt, and when she span and slid back down, the officers watching cheered and clapped. She laughed, then seductively licked her lips and began to unbutton her blouse flinging it off into the crowd. She pushed her breasts together and pulled her nipples then shook her tits at the female officers who yelled and cheered and vainly tried to reach out and touch them. As the music began to wind down, the General moved her hips back and forth and slowly slid down her mini-skirt, revealing her cunt, inch by inch, before finally using her foot to kick the skirt into the cheering crowd. As the music stopped, she stepped down off the table, to be replaced by her aide, and immediately Cadet 11 was back on her knees, tongue-fucking her asshole.

Suddenly, as the music started up again, Julie felt a warm liquid on her anus and then several fingers poked her brown hole, pushing the gel into her and filling her with a delicious warmth. She felt someone wipe their fingers on her lower back and a second later the tip of a dildo began to penetrate her sphincter muscle. The only one who had a strap-on was General Martelli, and she groaned as she felt the general push it all the way into her guts. She bit her lip and groaned at the bitter-sweet sting of her sphincter and the wonderful feeling of fullness as the strap-on moved in and out of her anus, at one moment the tip just inside her hole, at the next buried to its full extent inside her bowel.

The General leaned over her and Julie felt her breath against her ear. "What is your number, asshole?"

"Ma'am, this cadet is asshole number 6," Julie grunted as the rod slid into her.

"Ah, number 6, I heard you stood up on a table in the cafeteria the other day and professed your love for Cunt Moss's little brown hole."

"Yes, ma'am, this asshole did that."

"I heard that you wanted to marry her little brown hole, is that true asshole 6?" The General's voice was soft and seductive in her ear, and all the time the plastic cock fucked in and out of her ass.

"Yes, ma'am, this asshole yelled that out." Julie thought back to the other day when Cunt Moss had ordered her up onto the cafeteria table to do something special in front of the cadets. Julie hadn't hesitated as she stood up on the table and announced her love of Cunt Moss' anus, making the cadets cheer and leaving Moss had a big grin on her face.

"That would truly be something wouldn't it? But alas, we're not allowed to marry, not even each other, yet," the General mused. "That's a shame really when males can marry males and females can marry females in the civilian world. But then again it might cause a problem between married officers when one is watching her spouse being raped by a group of enlisted men and she is cheering them on." The general pushed her strap-on deep into Julie. "Just think how Cunt Moss would feel if she were here watching me fuck your tight little asshole!"

"Yes ma'am," grunted Julie. "This asshole agrees with you."

"Of course you do number 6," the General replied, and without breaking her rhythm, she picked up something to eat from the tray; Julie could feel the crumbs fall her back as the general took a bite.

"I remember you from Inventory Day, Asshole," the general whispered, "when you watched me take a shit. I wanted you to lick me clean, but it would have held up the queue." She seemed to move closer until her lips were almost touching Julie's ear. "Would you have liked that, cadet? Would you have liked to have cleaned my dirty asshole with your tongue?"

Julie felt the colour rising in her face, but there was no hesitation with her answer. "Yes ma'am," she whispered, "this asshole would have liked to have cleaned you with her tongue." Julie felt the dildo drive deeper into her and the General's fingers slide up her thigh into her saturated cunt.

"I can feel that you are telling the truth, Asshole," the general whispered. "Too bad I will be retired by the time you finish school. I would have you as an aide whose sole job would be to make love to my anus."

"Yes, ma'am, this asshole would have loved that very much," Julie grunted.

"Alas, but tonight I have my own little personal ass licker," the General chuckled and she yanked the strap-on out of Julie's ass, slapping her playfully on her buttock. "Perhaps we will find another time..."

For the next twenty minutes Julie watched as the officers made love with each other on the floor. She was finger poked in her anus and cunt as the officers came over to get something to eat, crumbs of food fell on her and sometimes an officer would spill a little of her drink over her. She listened to the senior officer's talk about things between rounds of sex with each other, things like a possible war, ideas on how to further degrade female officers until finally the party started to move to the dining room and she was wheeled into the kitchen and removed from the tray.

Julie was allowed to briefly stretch her legs before she was told that she would be tonight's center piece on the dinner table, a place of honor for new cadets and her heart kicked up several heartbeats: although she had been hoping to use her oral skills tonight, this was a lot better and she would the center of attention.

The serving staff helped her up on the large tray where she lay on her back. The chef put white socks on her feet and hands, the kind you would see on a turkey and a green apple in her mouth. She then took a basting brush and brushed caramelized gravy onto all areas of Julie's body so that the officers would be able to scrape off onto their plates from whatever part of her they were sitting near. Then the chef took the stuffing and stuffed several large spoonfuls into Julie's cunt. The stuffing was warm and felt good and when her cunt was full to overflowing, the chef rubbed her clit for a few minutes, telling her that it was okay to cum because that made the stuffing taste even better.

When all the preparations were complete, she was carried out to the dinner to a round of applause and placed in the center of the main dining table. The surface beneath her felt warm, intentionally causing her to sweat, something that not only gave the baste a delicious flavour, but also helped to maintain its consistency. Julie stared up at the ceiling where there was a picture of woman on her hands and knees with a leash attached to her neck: underneath is was written the word "OBEY".

As the dinner started the officers used their spoons to carefully scoop out the stuffing from her cunt. Julie noticed that the less experienced diners quickly helped themselves whereas those with more experience reached over and played with her clit until she came and her juices mixed in with the stuffing. She lost count of the number of times she came, and all the time she felt knives scrap the baste off her body and watched out of her peripheral vision as the officers carried their plates away to sit down and eat. Every now and then the chef would come out and apply more baste as it began to run low, especially around her tits and cunt, the most popular areas...

After the dinner was over Julie was taken back to the kitchen where she was shared amongst the chef and the servers. This was not something she objected to: after all the things that had happened to her during the evening, she was so horny that when the kitchen staff pulled their strap-on's out from under their short server skirts, she simply smiled and crooked her finger back and forth in invitation.


In what seemed like no time, Julie's final exams came around and then the close of her freshman year. Like all the cadets, she was looking forward to going home for four weeks' rest and relaxation before having to report back to the school for the new incoming class, but there were some things that she would miss: in the last two months, Julie spent a lot of time in Cunt Moss's room. She was becoming quite comfortable with her face between the cadet's ass cheeks and she got so that she knew Moss's smells and essence. They grew so close that sometimes Moss would have Julie follow her to the latrine where she would take a shit and have Julie clean her anus with toilet paper before lubing it with her tongue. On the last day of school, Moss told her that her name was Karen and that she could secretly call her Karen when they were alone together. They kissed each other deeply as they left the school grounds to go home and although the other cadets whistled and made cat calls at the two, Julie just smiled as she walked away.

The last formal activity of the school year was Graduation Day for the fourth year cadets, the Mistresses. As part of the arrangements, the chairs used for the graduation had a special hollowed out hole in the seat. Julie and her fellow Assholes lay under the chair and put their faces through the hole so that the graduating cadets could use them as a seat for the duration of the ceremony, putting great strain on the new cadet's head and neck as she supported the weight of the Mistress. It had become part of the tradition that most of the graduating cadets held their pee until the ceremony and others didn't wipe their ass that morning.

Julie left for her summer vacation after the senior cadets had departed the school. She wore her uniform of which she was immensely proud, particularly the one stripe on her shoulder boards, soon to be two when she started her sophomore year. When she arrived home, she walked straighter, talked smarter and impressed her friends with her experience from her first year. Several times she was propositioned by enlisted military personnel trying it on, but she reminded them that regulations stated she could only service them at an authorized event on base, something that the men already knew.

Julie's mother hovered in the background watching her daughter, noticing the physical and mental changes that had occurred in her, and she secretly bragged to her friends at the bridge club and gym about how she had grown up and how successful she was being. She could tell her friends were jealous of Julie as their daughters weren't doing as well as her.

Julie hung out with her girl friends from high school when they weren't working and she would also video Karen several times a day. They would undress sexily for each other, giggling like little girls then they would play with their clits, cumming at the same time. Unable to resist, one time Julie's mom watched through keyhole as her daughter masturbated herself for Karen. Her mom rubbed her own cunt, wishing that she could work up the nerve to walk in on her daughter by 'mistake'.


Julie returned to the academy several days before the new class of Assholes arrived. She applied to be a greeter and was disappointed not to be selected, but her disappointment faded as soon as she was reunited with Megan. Now that they were sophomores, they and their fellow cadets were excited to see their second year sleeping quarters: as when they were Assholes, they shared a room together, but now each had her own bed. They threw themselves onto the beds and giggled as to which one they would use when they wanted to fuck, but before they could make out, an announcement came over the speakers, calling all Cunts to a meeting in the college hall.

When they got there, General Martelli was already waiting for them and they settled quickly and quietly into their places. She had only one of her aides with her, but Julie found it hard to recognise which one as her head was buried deep between the General's fleshy butt cheeks.

"Welcome back to the beginning of your second year, Cunts," the General began. "No doubt you have spent your vacation with various objects stuffed deep into your various holes, and now you are back, you are keen to get those same objects stuck equally deeply into the new intake of Assholes."

The cadets laughed, a few of them even offering up muffled cheers. The General waited until the only sound was that of the aide's tongue licking her anus.

"I thought it might be wise to warn you against allowing your enthusiasm to make you forget about your role in this college and the purpose of your military training. Your first year should have taught you to accept the humiliation and submission through which our gender finds its purpose, but sadly sophomores sometimes forget that. Should that happen, punishment will swift and harsh."

She paused and looked at the cadets before continuing.

"Let me give you an example: last year two cadets took it upon themselves to question the orders of a Clit, simply because they felt it was beneath their dignity; they argued that they were now Cunts and that menial tasks should be given to Assholes. It was a mistake they quickly came to regret. They were both tied to rape trolleys and taken to the secure wing of the Oakland Men's Military Prison, where the warden had made arrangements for stress-relief therapy for the more violent prisoners. I was told that when they got out four days later, they could barely walk, and were required to spend the next two weeks in the camp hospital. To remind them of their place in the scheme of things, they have now been assigned to toilet duties in the senior officers' rest area."

"Cunts, I want you to ensure that you do not fall into the same traps. Of course the new Asshole's need to be used and abused - it is the only way they will begin to learn, but you must remember that you are in no way superior. Like me, like my ass-licking pet here, we are just holes, the ultimate purpose of which is to service cock. It is your job this year to work as hard as you can to fulfil that role as completely, as deeply, as you can."

She paused again, letting her message sink in.

"Now have a good year, and I very much hope that I will be getting more intimately aquainted with some of you. Dismiss!"

Julie got up and followed the other cadets out, her cunt creaming: as the General had made her last remarks, she had looked directly at her!

The beginning of any semester was busy and the next day, Julie began by checking her classes on the college boards. For the fall semester of her sophomore year, Julie's five academic classes were obvious developments on the previous year's curriculum, but as before, it was selecting the three elective classes that had needed more careful consideration. Her final choices were:

• The basics of pole dancing, 1 credit hour: The cadets had to learn how to twirl on the pole, slide down upside down and how to seductively hump it. The class also included learning about different kinds of music to be used when pole dancing and what type of outfits excited the male audience. The girls were encouraged to sign-up for the advanced pole dancing class during their junior year.

• The role of women as office furniture, 1 credit hour: The male officers loved to have the female officers used as office furniture during important meetings. Among other things, cadets learned how to wear a lamp shade over their head with a light bulb in it or how to properly sit on an end table and be a lamp shade. The most requested piece of female furniture was how to be a coffee table. The cadets learned how to lay on their back and hold a piece of glass up with their hands and feet or how to settle their hands and knees with a piece of glass on their back as they looked into a mirror that was placed under them: whichever position was selected offered full exposure to the onlookers. The final exam had the distinction of being both the simplest and most difficult in all their training: the task was to hold the glass perfectly straight as a little ball was placed at its centre, and it lasted three hours; if the little ball rolled off the glass the cadet failed the course and had to retake it.

• The role of the Sybian in maintaining cunt muscle tone, 1 credit hour: It was well known that the cunt was a lose-it or use-it organ. It had to be kept used or it would become flabby. ASS Current Trends department at the Pentagon had done research on the Sybian and found it to be most useful in keeping the cunt nice and tight between services, and it had the additional advantage in training the user in multiple orgasms. The workout room at the academy had twenty Sybian machines for the cadets and officers to use, and it wasn't uncommon for a cadet to exercise her cunt muscle on the Sybian alongside a senior officer doing the same thing.

Next there was the customary Inventory check, when everybody reported in from their summer leave to the bar code station in the administration building, set up by the Supplies and Inventory officer in order to scan and inventory all cadets, staff, and instructors. Everybody had to get their pregnancy shots updated including the General, followed immediately by the cunt and anus medical exam. Thirty beds were lined up down the hallway of the administration building, each set up with stirrups. The officers were required to lay down insert their feet, and the medical officer, who was a captain, rolled down the hallway on a stool, checking each officer for blemishes, puss, vaginal leakage and anal tears. The captain entered the information for each officer on her hand-held as she inspected them and then the S&I officer scanned the cadets, staff and instructors one last time in order to properly update their records.

Julie found these Inventory Days tedious but she waited patiently until her turn came. As she waited, she kept a watch out for Karen: she knew that she would be reporting back today and hoped that they would meet, but she was nowhere to be seen. Despite their daily cam sex, she longed to be kneeling behind her again, her tongue spearing into her.

When she eventually got back to her room, she found a written order waiting for her, instructing her to report to the school gym at 7.30.pm for "servicing duties". She felt an immediate twinge of excitement: it was a tradition that General Martelli had her annual orgy in the school gym at the beginning of the fall semester, and members of the Corps of Cadets were invited to service the officers and instructors.

Julie rushed to complete the tasks of the day and then reported to the gym at the required time where, without pause, she and the other selected second year cadets were strapped to rape tables and placed around the gym hall. To start with, she had time to look around. The General was already there, walking around in her dominatrix uniform with her strap-on, and the two majors were wearing their puppy outfits and crawling on either side of her. Behind her, the Colonel was naked and followed her attentively: every time the general stopped to do something or talk to an officer, the Colonel would get on her knees, spread the General's ass cheeks and kiss and lick her puckered anus.

Julie also saw the other cadets: the third year cadets had their heads strapped to chairs so that when an officer sat down she would sit on the face of the cadet. For the new fourth year cadets, the Mistresses, there were poles placed around the gym and they were dancing and stripping for the officers. Eventually, as the officers loosened up, the evening became something of a blur for Julie. All her holes were used again and again, most often by strap-ons of various sizes, but sometimes also by fingers and tongues, until when the orgy finished up in the early morning and she was unstrapped from the rape table, her throat, ass and cunt were sore and hurting and she walked funny.

When she got back to her room, Megan told her that Clit Moss had been looking for her and expected her to report to her room as soon as she got back. Despite the abuse she had been through, Julie felt her cunt pulse at the chance to finally meet with Karen and ran as best she could down the corridor to her room. She knocked and entered, and instead of kissing her on the lips, Julie knelt down behind her, lifted her short skirt and kissed Karen's ass then her anus, pushing her sore tongue into the brown, puckered hole with abandon. When Karen saw the state she was in, she lay Julie on the bed and soothed her sore holes with her tongue, using her spit to soften the bruised and swollen openings. The following morning, a picture of Julie's face buried in Karen's ass was posted on the school site with hearts drawn around it, and it was a big hit for the next several days: an anonymous cadet had taken it, sneaking down the corridor and snapping it with her phone without being seen.

Apart from her formal training, Julie's personal sex life seemed to blossom. Megan and Julie were still roommates but each had separate beds now. They still made out whenever they wanted, but it was a tradition that Cunts selected a cadet of their own from the new intake of Assholes to service them until they graduated, just as Karen had selected her. Julie picked a girl called Stacy with brunette hair and big brown doe eyes. Her tits were medium size, just the right amount for a handful Julie thought, and she quickly showed that her mouth was very talented. In particular, apart from regular fucking, Julie like to have her toes sucked and feet licked and so that was what Stacy spent much of her time doing. Megan chose a girl called Andrea and quickly showed a love for having her arm pits licked. She would lay on the bed all stretched out as Andrea leaned in with her nose and mouth and licked up and down Megan's arm pits. There were times that Megan would cum just from the licking which Julie thought was weird.

Apart from the attentions of Megan and Stacy, Julie would still service Karen several times a week. She would shave Karen from her neck down paying particular attention to her anus. They became so intimate that Julie knew her smells and tastes, what she liked and what she didn't. She found herself looking forward to seeing Karen and was disappointed when she didn't have that chance because of study time or classes or punishments got in the way.

Very quickly after their return, the cadets' lives returned to the normal routine of study and service, punctuated every now and then by unexpected developments. Several days before school started a new chairman of the ASS was promoted after the previous chairman had retired at age 50. As was now traditional, the porcelain life-like faces and heads in the bathrooms were changed to the likeness of the new chairman, and Julie stood there looking down at the newly installed commode admiring the woman whose likeness she would sit on: she must be a very pretty woman, thought Julie as she lifted her skirt and sat down on her face, and for a thrilling moment, an image of her own face, open mouthed beneath General Martelli, popped into her mind.

The new assholes were busy servicing new incoming male recruits, and there was a greater urgency in their training: another war was about to break out again in Mexico. This was the fifth or sixth time that they would be fighting in this dysfunctional country, and Julie wondered why the US didn't just absorb the place into the union? Hell, enough 'Merican blood had been shed there already!

As part of the build up, and to boost morale, Julie and twenty other cadets and officers were picked by the Supplies and Inventory officer for a promotion party at the officers' club: a male LTC had been promoted to colonel and he had invited nineteen of his friends to celebrate with him before he flew out to take up his new duries. Colonel Martin, the commandant of cadets, was designated the senior ASS officer in charge of the females at the party and she was given the sole responsibility for organising a fitting send-off for the newly promoted colonel.

The women used their training in cosmetology to add hair extensions, pasties, and make-up. To fit the party theme, Julie and nine other officers, all naked except for hold-up stockings, were put into different cakes that were on wheels and wheeled out into the main party area where they waited for the signal to pop out of the top. As she crouched bent over in her cake, Julie could hear the loud thumping music start and the cheering and clapping of the male officers as Colonel Martin and nine other ASS officers started to pole dance and striptease on the stage in front of them, and she started to apply liberal quantities of lube to her cunt and anus. She always found this an exciting time, the anticipation of all those cocks, but she had learned from painful experience that there would be no finesse, just brutal fucking, and so now she was always prepared.

After what seemed like an eternity, a green light came on in Julie's cake and although her back ached from the long wait, she managed to pop the top on the cake and stand up with her arms raised above her head, a big smile on her face, and two little airplane props on her nipples that spun around as soon as she stood up. There was an immediate loud cheer and two officers helped her out of the cake. As soon as they got her out they pushed her to her knees and in no time, she felt hands on her tits and thighs and fingers pushing roughly into her cunt and anus as the first cock slid into her mouth.

Afterwards, Julie's jaw hurt and her knees were stiff because she spent most of her time on her them, sucking and licking cocks. Her other holes had been used as well, but not as much as she had expected: it seems they had some sort of bukkake thing going because her face and hair was covered in flakes of dried cum, lots of it. During the party Julie was able to watch Colonel Martin being abused by the newly promoted colonel and was amazed by the level of her training and self-control. First the new Colonel, surrounded by his cheering party guests, put a plate on the floor and took a shit on it, and then took Colonel Martin's cunt cap and wiped his ass with it. As she was on her knees sucking his cock, he put the cunt cap on her head, to the delight of his friends who laughed at how stupid she looked, and then bunched up her uniform and pissed on it. Julie was filled with admiration at Colonel Martin's willingness to submit to the lowest indignities, especially at the end of the evening when, for the entertainment of the male officers, the new Colonel slapped and spanked her, and then had her suspended upside down with her wrists and elbows cuffed behind her back so that he could whip her cunt. Finally, seeing her red swollen labia, he invited his friends to piss on her, "to cool her down." as he put it, and they did so with delight. As she returned to her room, the image of Colonel Martin hanging upside down, her cunt painfully swollen, piss dripping from her hair, was etched on her mind: she determined there and then, that like the Colonel, she would train herself to accept humiliation with the same, calm dignity.

The term quickly settled into a rhythm: classes went on as usual, the inventory was taken each month and the Cunts were submitted to just as much discipline and humiliation as when they were Assholes. Julie sent regular video updates home to her mother: her father would not watch them but her mother encouraged her daughter to keep sending them as she enjoyed knowing what her daughter was going through.

Karen and Julie saw more of each other, and their relationship grew deeper. Cunt Julie still submitted herself to be used by Clit Moss, and she still spent much of their time together with her face buried in Karen's ass, but now it was not about discipline and obedience, but about lust and longing. Sometimes, Julie would bring the Asshole Stacy to Karen's room so that she could have her toes sucked and her feet licked and other times Stacy would kiss and lick Julie's ass as Julie took care of Karen. Julie had even occasionally made Stacy double team with her, bringing Karen to screaming orgasms as one took her anus and the other her cunt.

About a month in to the semester, General Maggie Clark, the new chairman of the ASS, came to the academy on her tour of the various commands. It was common practice for the newly appointed chairman to tour all the bases and units where there were female officers but General Clark caused particular interest among the cadets and officers because she was in one of the first cadet classes when ASS took over and therefore one of what became known as "the new breed" of female officers. She was 47 years old, by all accounts charismatic and clever, and Julie was really looking forward to seeing her, especially as she had been chosen to play a key part at the evening orgy on the day of her visit.

When that day arrived, all the officers and cadets were required to attend a meeting in the college auditorium to welcome her and to listen to her speak. Her arrival was marked by Colonel Martin shouting "Atten-Hut!!" and all the officers and cadets stood at attention as General Clark walked out on stage. She wore the blue uniform, light blue blouse that had one button buttoned under her breasts, the short dark blue mini-skirt that was tight around her waist, white thigh hose with blue ribbons at the top and black six inch stilettos. On her shoulders were the four stars signifying her rank.

She walked slowly up to the podium, exuding an air of command and sultry sexuality. She looked around confidently at the assembled troops and then down at the podium. The podium was unusual and had already aroused the curiosity of the audience before the General's arrival because it was actually one of her aides. Julie didn't know the rank of the aide but the woman was nude, had a spreader bar attached to her ankles, and a dog collar around her neck which had a chain attached to the spreader bar, forcing the woman to bend-over at the waist. Her wrists and elbows were cuffed behind her back and between her shoulders rested the microphone. General Clark lifted her mini-skirt up, reaching under it and pulling out a strap-on dildo that was hidden underneath, and gasps of surprise whispered around the auditorium. She spat on the aide's ass, rubbing in her spit, and then worked her dildo into the woman's anus. The general turned on the vibrating dildo and everybody watched the young aide begin to shiver and grimace as the dildo came to life.

General Clark tapped the microphone a couple of times. She looked out at the officers and cadets then said, "SIT!" like someone would say to a dog. There was a moment's pause, and then the rumble of hundreds bottoms settling on hundreds of chairs.

"Good afternoon ladies," the General smiled. "My purpose in coming here is to introduce myself, to look at the facilities and the personnel assigned, and let you know what is going on at headquarters." She paused. "I should also add that my visit will also give the cadets a better face to look at than the representation on the toilet."

Everybody laughed, but quietened at once as the expression on the General's face became serious. As if to underline this, the thrusts of the strap-on into the aide's anus seemed to grow harder and deeper.

"As you all know we are at war again in Mexico, and once again, the government there has asked for our help. The cartels have breached the neutral zone along the Rio Grande and have routed the Mexican army. In response, the DoD is looking to call up reservists and move most of its office support personnel to bases closer to the war zone and as a consequence, requested ASS that we step in and cover for the vacated positions within the office support staff."

There was a buzz of discontent from the officers but the General ignored it.

"What that means is ASS will supply officers for secretarial duties at a handful of installations. Most of the secretarial positions will be in the Pentagon with others up and down the east coast." She paused. "Our personnel people have looked at our supplies and inventory master list and have made recommendations that officers from the rank of Major to Colonel would make the best secretaries."

Now there was more and louder grumbling, and again the General ignored it.

"The personnel people have determined that we have an over-abundance of officers at those ranks and that using those officers, we would have no problem filling the vacated secretary positions. Remember, all secretary positions are male situated but now those males will be moved closer to the front lines. Remember also that however much those chosen might object to being used to fill in, they will be doing so to support those brave male soldiers whom we have been trained to serve!"

The general looked over the audience, daring them to object, but now there was silence.

"However, although I am now Commander-in-Chief of ASS, I have worked my way up through the ranks and I know how hard it can be to have your career suddenly interrupted by some crisis or other. Therefore I have taken steps to ensure that no officer will suffer should they find themselves transferred: as an incentive for these officers to step into these positions, I have authorised ASS to add a monthly 75 percent bonus to their normal pay and ensure that their posting would be only a one year assignment. I would therefore encourage all officers between the rank of Major and Colonel to step up to the plate for this assignment: if we fail get the required number of officers to fill the vacated secretary positions, then I will be forced to instruct Personnel to randomly pick and assign officers, and those officers will not receive the bonus pay and the assignment will be for two years, not one."

Again the general stopped and surveyed the audience, and it was only now that Julie noticed that she was still thrusting the strap-on into her aide's anus. After a few moments, she cleared her throat and moved on.

"We have been getting reports from the field that some of our officers are getting low ranked service reports when carrying out their servicing duties. It seems that some officers have not been enthusiastic in performing their servicing duties and have slacked off. Some look at the servicing aspect of our organization as a menial task that is below them. Now I do not want you to think that I am picking out this base especially, and I know from General Martelli that you are very successful at performing your duties. I am simply reminding all officers at the installations I am visiting that the reason ASS was formed was to sexually service the male servicemen of our armed forces. That is our first and most important job. Anything else we do is a distance second. None of us like to get slapped, kicked, pissed on, spat on, or any other disgusting thing, but we are adult women and officers of our auxiliary forces and we gladly accept the abuse that is given to us. Therefore I have decided that there will be a psychological punishment for officers who receive low ratings for their servicing duties and our psychiatric department has come up with the solution."

Julie and the others sat forward on their chairs.

"The psychological punishment that I have authorized is putting an officer in a straight jacket in a sound proof room listening to a dripping faucet or an irregular beeping noise for up to 48 hours."

There was murmuring from the officers and cadets.

"The commanding officer of the unit will evaluate the offending officer for any mental defects that might have occurred during the punishment. Depending on what is observed the punished officer will either be returned to duty or retired from duty with no psychological medical support. To ensure that this gets up and running quickly, our construction office will be sending a team to each installation over the next few months to build ten sound proof rooms and install the computer system that will run it."

The audience of officers and cadets murmured again.

"Now I am sure that this might sound a little dramatic, and some of you might be shocked, but this is a serious problem that must be nipped in the bud. ASS will not tolerate officers who are slackers in their servicing tasks. Ladies, I ask you, how could we refuse to do our duty properly when the brave young men we are servicing might shortly be on the battlefield, risking their lives for their country?" She paused and looked around the auditorium. "I would be any General's piss whore, any soldier's cum slut if it meant that I could bring a moment of pleasure to a brave man who was about to put his life on the line!"

She stopped and for a moment there was silence. Then the applause started, just a few at first, spreading like a wild fire until everyone was on her feet, applauding.

The general spoke for another hour while all the time moving her hips back and forth, pushing the dildo in and out of the female podium's anus. The poor thing was slobbering on the floor between her feet and Julie was getting wet just looking at her: Oh how she wished she could be an aide some day.

That evening General Clark hosted an orgy in the Officers Club. For much of the evening, she reclined on a chair that had a hole in the middle of the seat, beneath which was Julie, licking the General's anus and cunt while a dozen young officers licked up and down her body, licking her toes, legs, thighs, stomach, tits and neck. When Lt. Jennings had told Julie that she had been assigned the notable honour of pleasuring the General in this way, she could hardly contain her excitement, and only did so because she knew that the other officers and cadets were likely to be jealous. Once she was in position, however, she put her heart into it, dipping her tongue deep and savouring the different flavours of the two hole while above her, the General ate grapes and talked with General Martelli who, as usual, was wearing her strap-on. General Martelli had a first year cadet under her chair licking her anus and her deputy, General Anders, had a captain who taught English under her chair doing the same for her.

At some time during the evening, Julie wasn't sure when, one of the General's aides strapped two dildos to the General's thighs so that she sat, two long ribbed ten inch dildos pointing upwards, one on each thigh. Two Majors walked through the spectators who had gathered and up to the General, straddling her thighs. Both did a slow, erotic dance, kissing each other deeply and squeezing each other's tits, before slowly impaling themselves on the plastic cocks. Both women slowly bounced up and down, continuing to caress each other as they fucked themselves on the dildos, their open mouths still locked together in a display of sexual passion: it was well known that General Clark demanded that her officers demonstrate lesbianism on and off duty.

Karen was also at the orgy, although her place on one of the rape tables was less distinguished than that of her Cunt lover. She felt a little jealous of Julie as she watched her friend happily lick away at the General's bottom, but also intense pride: it was rumored that not too many officers could make the General squirm when they licked her anus, but Karen saw that every now and then the general would squirm a little which meant that Julie's talented tongue was doing its job.

Apart from the General's visit, the rest of the semester passed without incident and the cadets' training continued at full pace. At Christmas time Julie went home. She was solicited about a dozen times for sex from the time she left the base to when the hover craft dropped her off at home, but she managed to fend off the advances. Her mother was glad to see but her dad still kept his distance, his angry eyes staring at her for a moment before turning away. Just as in the summer, Julie kept in contact with Karen, and Stacy contacted her regularly also, while her mom stood quietly outside her bedroom door, peeking through the keyhole and licking her lips as her hand crept under her skirt or down the front of her jeans: she so wanted to go in, to pretend it was just an accident, so that she could see more clearly, perhaps even join in...


Julie returned to the school in January with an air of expectation and self-confidence: she was holding a straight 'A' 4.0 grade average and she knew that, although some of her classmates were jealous of her success, her hard work kept her was always on the Dean's list and very much in the notice of the senior officers.

Her spring semester classes of her sophomore year reflected her progress and intelligence, ranging from Chemistry and Philosophy to Applied Probability and Conflict Analysis, and once more her elective class choices demonstrated her dedication to the spirit of her training. This term she chose:

• The similarities between a well trained dog and a woman 1 credit hour: A dog and a woman were both known to be a man's best friend. The cadets learned that like dogs, women respond best to strong verbal and non-verbal commands. If a male stares down a dog, it will always turn away first, because it recognizes his authority, and the same behaviour applies with women. The unit also studied the theories put forward by military psychiatrists that a dog and a woman can be trained at the same time in that when a woman is on her hands and knees next to a dog competing for the attention of the male owner she will bark and wag her tail just like the male dog.

• The importance of strip-tease 1 credit hour: There would be some instances where as officers, cadets would be required to do a strip-tease at parties or office gang bangs. The girls were expected to practice in front of a mirror, and were then videotaped dancing so that other cadets could critique their dances moves. The girls were encouraged to start off by caressing themselves, remembering that although they might feel awkward to begin with this was the way that males expected to see a good striptease begin. In order to build up anticipation and promote erections, they should reveal key parts of their bodies only slowly in order to tease and arouse their audience, before exposing themselves more wantonly. Once the cadets had reached this stage, the climax of the striptease was dealt with in a series of practical seminars: cunt, anus, mouth, masturbation and insertions. Finally, for standing poses they were trained in the use of a spank or wink at the male watching them, and the use of body position and facial expression to signify cuteness, naughtiness and lust.

• The importance of self-bondage 1 credit hour: This class was important because if the officer was at a party by herself then she would have to have experience in how to bind herself with cuffs and spreader bars. The males could help out and there were instances of males at the party giving the officer a helping hand but it was the preferred method that an officer put herself into bondage as an expression of her willingness to be submissive. Cadets were taught the proper order of bondage, like ankles first, then the head harness, ball gags and blind folds, then the dildos and butt plugs and finally wrists.

The spring went quickly, dominated by the problems in Mexico. The war was not going well for the Mexican Army: the drug cartels, or the National Mexican Front as they chose to call themselves, had the army on the run and had taken over the buffer zones. A consequence of this was that as well as regular classes being demanding, Julie found that weekend study time was hard to come by because she and the other cadets were spending more time at the male training barracks as new recruits were being brought in for the war. Not of course that she didn't like her visits. The male trainees liked to use the cadets as playthings in the showers, tied spread-eagle on the bunks, or chained on their hands and knees and fucked from behind and Julie and her magic tongue was a favorite of the trainees when she showed up: all of them loved having her face between their ass cheeks as they rubbed their anuses up and down on her mouth.

The impact of the Mexican war and the role of ASS in providing support to the male troops seemed to reignite the issue of gender roles and that summer, Julie noticed on her home leave things were changing in the civilian world. Private businesses were demanding women that were skilled in the arts of sex and wanted the same perks as the military. Julie's friends who were in state and city colleges were looking at a bleak employment picture if they weren't prepared to offer what the employers wanted: a couple of the state colleges even offered classes to the young women in the art of sex and pleasure, although there were no takers, at least at the start.

Julie's mother of course had no doubts as to where her opinion lay: she was proud of her daughter and delighted that she was getting a top notch education and guaranteed employment. She also found herself more and more curious about Julie's sex life, so much so that she learned a thing or two about technology and put two hidden cameras in Julie's room, connecting them to a smart phone. When Julie was in her bedroom she would be on the video link to her friend Karen, both of them masturbating and completely unaware that Julie's mother would be sitting and watching her daughter on the smart phone while masturbating herself. She found her voyeurism only served to increase her interest, especially in Karen: whoever she was, she would keep sending Julie close-up pictures of her anus, and a very pretty anus it was too.


Julie returned to the academy looking forward to an exciting junior year and realising that she was half-way through her college training. All 66 girls who started were still attending, but Julie had done particularly well, still maintaining her straight "A" grade point average, which made her the envy of her classmates. And now she was a Clit.

Once more she challenged herself, both academically and in the elective classes she chose:

• Advanced pole dancing 1 credit hour: In this class the cadets had to learn how to strip and dance on the pole at the same time, how to pick musical sets and practice removing their clothes while dancing. To pass the class the cadets had to know how to: climb the pole with ease; pole sit; be able to hold themselves on the pole with their arms only; how to invert without kicking - either by stepping into it or tucking into invert position. When girls had mastered these basic fundamentals, they were encouraged to keep the skill by practicing several times a week.

• The male anus and how to make love to it 1 credit: There were ten cadets in the class so the instructor brought in ten male trainees who were at the top of their training class. The girls were shown how to suck and tickle the anus of the trainee with their tongue. The trainees got into several different positions and girls worked their tongues back and forth and into the anus. While the cadets were doing this the instructor encouraged the young men to call the girls names like "ass licker", "brown noser", whores and harlots. The cadets learned to hold their head still as the male trainee wiped his ass on her nose and mouth. Points were awarded to the cadet who had the best posture and penetration, while demerits were given to the cadets who couldn't hold their head still or showed any kind of reluctance to commit fully.

• Bull whip for beginners 1 credit hour: The cadets were taken to the meat locker where slabs of meat hung in cold storage. They were shown the proper whipping stance and how to hold the whip while they practiced their swings on the raw meat that hung from meat hooks. As they began to control the whip better and master the swinging motion, the cadets would be moved from whipping raw meat to whipping their fellow trainees who would be hung upside down in workout room.

Karen was a Mistress now but that didn't stop her and Julie from seeing each other, and their relationship grew even closer. Julie still kissed, licked and sucked Karen's anus, relishing the taste so much that she found it difficult when they could not be together. Karen gave Julie a promise ring, a ring that she had specially made in the molded shape of her anus, and when Julie closed her eyes and licked it, her tongue traced and recognised every minute contour. Instead of kissing and hugging Karen, Julie instead knelt down behind her, spread Karen's ass cheeks and kissed her puckered hole in a true expression of her love.

"You know, Karen, that we aren't allowed to marry," Julie said as she pulled her face from Karen's ass. They had grown so close now that she spoke to Karen like a lover, not like a lower ranking cadet.

"I know, but I hear that ASS is working with Congress to change those rules."

"Gawd, that would be great!" Julie smiled and with a sigh of contentment put her face into her lover's ass cheeks again.

Now that she was a Clit, Julie found rape night even more fun than when she was a Cunt. She had purchased a strap-on while on home leave, a purple twelve inch ribbed dildo, and she used it with glee on several of the cadet Assholes while Megan, still her roommate for their third year, watched, two new cadets licking her armpits throughout the night.

The only notable event during the semester was the first use of General Clark's punishment cells. About a month after school started two officers, a Major and a Captain, were at a motor pool office party where some pretty heavy sexual stuff was required. Both officers balked at the request and the Major in charge of the motor pool wrote them up. When summoned to account for their actions, the officers really didn't have any defence other than they thought the request was unreasonable. After an investigation by a Colonel, General Martelli found that they had a case to answer and ordered that they should be taken to the punishment cells. As was required, both officers were stripped nude and put into straitjackets before being marched down the hallway to the newly constructed rooms and each put into a sound proof cell. The computer controlling the electronic sounds was programmed to work by itself and the punishment detail locked the cells and left the hallway.

The Major was in her cell for sixteen hours and all she heard was the sound of a faucet dripping irregularly into a sink. When she was eventually taken out of the cell, the floor was found to be a mess of urine and shit and the Major looked wide eyed and had a twitch. The medical officer kept the Major under observation for two days before referring to the General and found her to be extremely psychologically disturbed. Most significant among her irrational behaviours was that when somebody turned on the faucet to wash their hands, the Major pooped and peed herself. After reading the psychiatrist's report, the General retired the Major the following week.

The Captain had a better experience: she was in her cell for twenty hours listening to a metallic sound and she also got no sleep; when she was taken out of her cell she was drooling and slurring her words. However, after two days in the clinic she recovered so that when the doctor played the metallic sound several times, the Captain didn't show a any sign of having a problem. The General returned the Captain back to her duties and two weeks later had her give a lecture to the cadets and officers on the importance of pleasing the male and doing whatever the male required of them. "Women," the Captain said, "can be so sexually accommodating when given proper motivation."


The spring of Julie's junior year began normally, and her class choices were typically varied and ambitious. Her elective classes were:

• How to lap dance 1 credit: The cadets learned that the point is of a lap dance is to make it more interactive for the male by allowing him to touch and fondle her in a way that pleases him and to achieve this, the cadets worked on their dancing techniques with the male trainees. They worked on gyrating their hips and ass in front of the trainee and shaking her tits back and forth in his face. The cadets were encouraged to caress themselves and were told that it was perfectly okay to let the trainee squeeze their tits as well and run his fingers up and down her cunt as she swayed back and forth. The cadets were also encouraged to simulate what they would do in the bedroom once in a while to really heat things up and to draw the trainee in, by caressing themselves and the trainee, stroking his hair, the back of his neck, his chest and his cock. The most important thing they were taught was for the officer to be herself rather than imitate some cheap barroom whore; that it is more fun being sexy for the male because it would seem more real and so more arousing for him than any particular moves or tricks.

• Bull whip for advanced users 1 credit: The girls learned to swing the whip with both arms just not their "strong" arm. An officer who was proficient in using the whip could easily change hands with the whip without breaking the rhythm of the swing. The girls were taught to apply the right amount of strength to the swing so that it did not damage the skin of the cadet hanging upside down. In addition, as the whipping became more proficient, cadets were given training in the psychological acceptance and enjoyment of pain.

• Female self-objectification 1 credit: The cadets learned that sexual objectification is the act of treating a woman as an instrument of male sexual pleasure and that objectification more broadly means treating women as a commodity or an object, without regard to their personality or dignity. They learned through research that a male is less interested in what's on a woman's mind than in the size of her tits and how tight her cunt is. The cadets studied self-objectification at the level of today's society and they also examined the behavior of male individuals. The class covered the theory that modern women objectify themselves as an expression of their submission to the male.

Ironically she was about to get an insight into her role and the male mind that was even more illuminating than her elective class.

In May, the new deputy commander of the training command, a 1 star General named Buford Hokes, had his arrival party at his house. General Hokes was what was known as a rising star within the Air Force: he had made his star at the age of forty and was widely thought to be on his way to the Joint Chiefs of Staff. However, for now, he was a deputy commander under General Devers.

In preparation, the Major in S&I had gotten the request for personnel two days before the party. She selected General Anders, the 1 star deputy to General Martelli. She had been passed over twice for her second star so she was set to retire on July 1, but as she was the only 1 star general on the base and therefore of equal rank to General Hokes, she was selected to lead the cadets and officers to General Hokes's party. At the appointed time, General Anders, 2 Colonels and 2 Majors, Lt Jennings, along with Julie and ten other cadets, arrived at the General's house in their uniforms, entering by the back door. The female catering employees showed them where they would be working, especially the dinner table, glass of course.

As General Anders was talking to the chef getting some details, Julie decided to take a quick look around the house. If she got caught it would be big time trouble for her but she was curious. She quickly walked into the hall and looked around. There were pictures on the wall and on the end tables, but if Hokes had kids, she didn't see them in any pictures, and then when she walked down the hallway a little ways, she saw why.

The first picture she saw was of the General and what Julie supposed was his wife. He was in his Air Force uniform standing next to his wife who was wearing the newest evening floor-length gown. Her arms were covered with the same material up to her arm pits and then there was a thin piece of material from her arms to the gown "collar" around her neck. Julie had seen this type of gown before: there would be no material for the back of the gown so the woman's would be exposed, but more sensationally, the picture showed that the gown did not cover the woman's breasts or stomach. It was the sort of gown that worked only if the woman didn't have sagging breasts and Hokes's wife clearly did not. But that's not what caught Julie's eye: the General was holding a leash that was attached to a spiked dog collar around his wife's neck and he had a smirk on his face. She took a few steps down the hallway and saw another picture of his wife, nude, on her hands and knees on some grass with the same collar and leash. She was positioned on one side of her husband and on the his other was a Doberman Pincher in the sitting position, a thick red cock clearly visible between its back legs. Hokes himself had the butt of a shotgun resting on his hip and the smirk on his face conveyed the same arrogance as the previous picture. Julie tried to make out the context of the picture but all she could make out was what looked like a forest in the background.

Julie heard the sound of activity and quickly turned around and joined the others in the dining room. The chef informed Anders that they were to keep their uniforms on and that their places under the table were labelled with their names and then signalled Julie and the cadets to crawl under the table first. They quickly found their names tacked on the front of each chair and Julie was excited to see that Anders would be to her left and Colonel Martin to her right. She wondered whose cock would be in the chair in front of her and if perhaps it was someone important. For the next hour the officers waited quietly under the table, kneeling in front of their allotted chairs, until at last the doorbell rang with the arrival of the guests and their wives. For a little while there was the sound of activity but no one came into the dining room and the girls continued to wait, their knees sore. Occasionally, she could hear male laughter and talking coming from the living room, but she couldn't hear the wives and wondered where they were and why they were here. For a second she thought about the picture of General's wife and her collar and the dog's cock, and she felt her cunt grow moist.

Finally somebody called out, "Come girls! Dinner time!" and there was the sound of male laughter. The men walked into the dining room first, dressed in their uniform shirts but without their pants and their cocks swinging in front of them and Julie nervously scanned them as she prepared herself to receive whichever cock ended up in front of her. Just then she heard the sound of, well she didn't know what it was. Around the corner came the wives on their hands and knees, scampering like dogs. They had tails sticking out of their asses with paw gloves on their hands and knees and their ankles strapped to their thighs. An older looking woman, probably in her late forties or early fifties took up a sitting position like a dog next to the chair where Julie was kneeling, her tongue hanging out the corner of her mouth and panting loudly. Almost at once, a man sat down in the chair in front of Julie, his thick cock hanging down and swinging as he moved his chair into the table, and she waited for it to stop moving back and forth before she engulfed it with her mouth.

Julie stole a glance to her left and saw that General Anders was working Hokes's cock up and down and to her right, Colonel Martin's head was bobbing up and down. She also noticed that every male seated at the table had his wife in a dog outfit sitting like a dog, looking at her husband. She couldn't do more than glance because she needed to pay attention to the cock in her mouth and so she began to concentrate on mouth fucking it. Above her head, the men were talking and her ears pricked up when somebody nearby referred to the man she was sucking as "Senator".

"An important person," thought Julie so she slowed her efforts to tease his cock a little more. She glanced every now and again at his wife but she never looked at Julie the whole time; the only time she moved was on those occasions when the Senator offered her his hand so that she could eat something out of it.

To begin with, Julie was so preoccupied with sucking cock that she paid no attention to what was being said at the table, but as she relaxed and started to tune in to what they were saying. It was the men who were doing all the talking and the conversation was about how women were second class citizens and, even though they might have degrees and such, they were still man's best friend, like the common household pet, the dog. Everybody laughed and the Senator, who had been speaking, put his left hand on top of Julie's head and stroked her hair. Julie responded at once as her training had taught her and used her tongue to explore his piss hole and then run it up and down his cock. As she did so, he once more fed his wife from his hand.

The conversation moved on as the men talked about gun dog hunting and whose wife was the best pointer, comparing their skills and which of them were the most loyal and obedient pets and as Julie sucked with professional enthusiasm, she wondered if the men and their wives weren't in some kind of club. She also noticed that at no time were any of the women involved in the conversation.

She listened and sucked a little longer until, near the end of the dinner, she felt the Senator tensing and knew that he couldn't hold back any longer. He reached down and put both hands on the back of Julie's head, pushing her face hard into his crotch and letting loose thick streams of his cum into her mouth. She easily deep throated and then pulled back slightly so that his spunk went into her mouth: it was this part of drinking a man's cum that she liked the best; the thick cream, the tastiness of it. As soon as he had finished cumming, he pushed Julie's head away and got up and walked away from the table with the other men, their wives following obediently behind them.

The chef came out of the kitchen and told Anders that they were to go to the parlor, the third door on the right down the hallway, and line on their hands and knees, naked, along the bookcase wall. The General got out from under the table and asked where they were to put their uniforms and the chef told them once they got to the parlor to put them in a pile in the middle of the floor. As Anders and the officers walked down the hallway, some of the cadets and officers congratulated Julie on the way she had sucked off the Senator and she knew that they were gleefully jealous of her. Anders though had a serious look on her face.

"Alright, ladies, be ready for anything. This is out of the ordinary for Devers," she said as she started taking off her uniform.

"You think he's showing off for the Senator, whatever his name is?" asked a Colonel.

"Yeah, maybe. It is strange that Devers isn't here as he is the ranking officer on base," Anders replied. "Remember, as I said, be ready for anything. This new General is an unknown quantity."

Somewhat alarmed by Anders' seriousness, the officers and cadets piled their uniforms in the middle of the room and then got on their hands and knees along the bookcase wall, facing the room. They didn't say anything or move as the chef and her attendants brought in trays of different finger foods and placed them around the room; they just watched the door and waited.

After what seemed like a long time, they finally heard the men walking down the hallway laughing and talking and they entered the parlor ignoring the officers and cadets on their hands and knees. The men were still wearing their socks and dress shoes, shirt, tie and business coat but no underwear or pants, their cocks swinging back and forth in front of them. General Hokes walked over to the bar and took out the brandy as the other men stood around talking with each other and another officer offered cigars. Then down the hallway came the scampering sounds of their wives, and the women ran into the parlor out breath, still in their dog outfits and acting like dogs. Once inside, they rubbed themselves against the leg of their husbands, sniffing their anus and testicles, trying to get their attention with growling and whimpering, and Julie noticed that they followed the lead of Hokes's and the Senator's wives.

General Hokes grinned down at them for a moment and then commanded, "Play bitches!"

At once, the General's wife and the Senator's wife bounded over the pile of uniforms. The Senator's wife took a blouse in her mouth and Hokes's wife grabbed the other end of it with her teeth and both women started to swing their heads back and forth, growling at each other as they stretched the blouse until the two women started to tear the blouse apart with their mouths. One woman pawed out a skirt and blouse, lifted her leg and peed on the both. Another squatted down over a small pile of blouses and pooped on them, then rubbing her ass on the skirts.

"What fucking animal's women can be," chuckled General Hokes as he handed out the glasses of brandy.

The Senator handed him a cigar. "The psychiatrists were right, Buford. Women with a little bit of operant conditioning can be made to do things for the enjoyment of the male," the Senator said authoritatively, lighting his own cigar.

"Yes, and it also helps that our depraved wives agreed to join our experiment," the General smiled as he lit his.

"Gives them something important to do," laughed the Senator, and the men around him joined his laughter.

A younger officer picked up a cunt cap and waved it at one of the wives who came over and grabbed it with her mouth. The woman shook her head back and forth, growling at the officer as she tried to pull the cap out of his hand but he continued to pull back, laughing at her. Finally, he let go of it and the woman scampered off to the corner of the room, the tail in her anus wagging happily, and then settled down to chew on the cap.

"Bored wives make for trouble at home. This gives them an outlet to really be themselves," a Colonel said, looking around the room: the uniforms had been scattered around room with most of them pooped and peed on.

Suddenly, the General yelled out, "HEEL!"

The women stopped what they were doing and came to a perfect four point stance. Hokes walked over to a box in the corner and took out a lot of strap-on dildos which he handed out to the others. The men put their glasses of brandy on the tables then knelt down and attached the strap-ons to their wives, giving them verbal complements and petting them like dogs, scratching them behind the ears. It took several minutes but finally they all stood up and looked at the General.

"Fuck!" the general said. It was not a curse, as Julie first thought, but a command.

Immediately, the Senator's wife quickly bounded over to Julie, pushed past her and came up behind her. She lay on Julie's back using her pawed covered hand to adjust the dildo and push it into Julie's already sopping cunt before putting her paws on Julie's shoulders and pushing and pulling the strap-on in and out of Julie's cunt."I'm going to fuck you raw, you cunt!" whispered the woman, leaning forward a little, and Julie could feel drops of spit and drool on her back and neck as the dildo savagely fucked her.

"Look at these stupid bitches," the Senator said as he walked over and stood in front of Julie and his wife. The woman started fucking even harder and Julie started to gasp, pushing back against the woman. The Senator's cock was sticking straight up now and hard as a rock. "All women should be doing this."

The Senator's wife leaned forward and took Julie's neck in her mouth and tried to shake her head. Julie was on the verge of cumming and so was the woman, the clit massager rubbing hard against the Senator's wife's swollen clit. The woman started growling and barking and the other women, also fucking, took up the howl as the men encouraged their wives to fuck the officers harder, laughing as they watched the scene.

Hokes walked across and knelt down in front of Anders who was being fucked by the young wife of one of the officers. He squatted obscenely, his legs stretched wide and his cock sticking right up in front of her face and patted her on the head.

"You're a fucking whore aren't you Anders? You and your bitches." He spat the words, sending flecks of saliva into her face.

Anders knew that Hokes was testing her, tempting her into saying something she shouldn't, so she just grunted and pushed back against the young woman who was fucking her, gritting her teeth.

"You're not really a general, you're just a bitch with holes to be fucked," he hissed as he pushed his cock into her mouth. "Yeah, bitch, that's all your good for!"

Anders sucked Hokes's cock as she was fucked from behind. Another minute and the young woman came and the Anders pushed back, grinding her cunt on the dildo and came also. She still had Hokes's cock in her mouth but the General came in her mouth just as the dildo was pulled from her cunt.

"That's it you good little whore, take it all," he hissed.

There was a loud whistle and Julie, close to cumming, felt the strap-on pull quickly out of her cunt, leaving her gaping and frustrated. The woman got down off of her and crawled to her husband, sitting obediently in the doggie position looking up at him. He ignored her and turned to the other men.

"As we can see here gentlemen, women are weak minded and need to be led, to be shown their rightful place on their hands and knees to please the male population. It is our hope that we can employ women in menial jobs in the private sector as well as the public sector. To that end my colleagues in Congress and I are working on legislation that will officially make women second class citizens, with watered down college degrees and minimum wages so that they are dependent on the male population." Looking down at his wife and running his fingers through her hair, he continued, "Our little experiment and tests with our wives have shown that women are animals deep down inside, and that they want more than anything to please the male. Not only that; they have also shown that it is a woman's natural role, one they enjoy, the only one they are any good for."

"Hear, hear," the officers replied.

The wives scampered out of the parlor and the men sat in the easy chairs as the female officers and cadets knelt between their legs sucking their cocks. As she massaged his shaft with her tongue, Julie wondered what the Senator was getting at; what was this little experiment and tests? It was true that women were always second class citizens: they had never made the same wage as males in the same job, they never held positions of importance in big corporations, and a lot of businesses owned by women were shunned by suppliers and buyers. Yet despite of all that, now this Senator declared that he wanted to tighten the grip on women. Well she could hardly complain as she was sucking his cock. The man was running his fingers through her hair, the bastard, but she smiled up at him. She hoped that Anders had heard the same thing she did.

Twenty minutes later the wives came back into the parlor wearing their evening gowns, their hair done up and make-up properly applied. Julie was on her hands and knees with her head on the ground and her ass in air as the Senator crouched behind her fucking her anus, and the other officers and cadets were being fucked in various positions. The wives stood and watched for a little while and then, much to Julie's discomfort, the Senator's wife walked over to him as he grunted and sweated behind her and kissed him on the cheek, whispering something in his ear.

She walked back to the other wives and each of them produced a long thin glass, shaped like a dildo. Without breaking his stride, the Senator looked around the room and called out, "So who has a piss hard-on?"

"Here, sir," two young officers replied as they pulled their cocks out of the cunts of the two cadets. As the Senator's cock continued to piston in and out of her anus, Julie watched out the corner of her eye as the two men walked over to the wives. The Senator's wife took hold of the officer's cock, pulling it down and then putting the cock in her glass. The officer let loose with his pee and as the glass filled up the Senator's wife pulled the glass slowly back so that three quarters of the glass was filled with piss. The officer then stopped the flow and he and his friend went round filling the glasses of the other wives until each of the women held a glass full of warm piss.

The Senator's wife held up her glass and proclaimed, "To the superiority of men!" before drinking down the urine all in one go. The other women followed her example, and quickly the glasses were empty. From then on, as the wives finished their drinks other officers would take their turn refresh their glasses. Throughout the rest of the evening, the women stood around talking amongst themselves as their husbands sat with the ASS officers sucking them. Once more, the talk turned to how to legislate changes in the law that made women officially second class citizens and the problems in getting the law passed until the Senator brought the conversation to a conclusion:

"There will be a lot of opposition to it," he said grandly, "but I am sure that it can be done. You see, the thing to remember is that women deep down know that they are second class citizens and, given the choice, they will willingly accept any humiliation or degradation, no matter how "important" they think they are, in order to submit themselves to a man's will." He paused, looking smug. "Let me give you a demonstration."

He looked around the room until he found General Anders. "You, Anders," he shouted, "come here."

The General, naked like all the other ASS personnel, had been kneeling in front of one of the officers, but she got up and walked over to the Senator, stopping in front of him.

"Lie down on that pile of uniforms!" he commanded.

General Anders quickly did as she was asked, lowering herself carefully onto the shit stained, pee-soaked clothing. By now, she was the centre of attention and all other activity in the room had stopped.

The Senator walked over and smiled down at her. "General," he said quietly, his voice oily and threatening, "I need to piss, and I have decided that rather than bother to go to the john, I will piss over you. This is a demeaning and humiliating thing for me to do, to use you as a urinal, but I am a man, and it is my will. Now as a woman, General, you have a choice." The Senator snapped his fingers and aide quickly came to the Senator's side handing him a piece of paper. The aide's cock was swinging back and forth in front of him one of the Julie's fellow cadets had been sucking him. "To deny me my wish, all you have to do is to get up take this paper from my hand and leave, but your officers stay here until the end. This paper by the way is the performance report for this evening which was outstanding." The Senator looked down at the General. "Or you can submit me and let me do what I desire. I want you to choose, General, and if you decide to submit to me, all you have to do is open your mouth."

Julie could almost touch the tension in the silent room, and realised after a moment that she was holding her breath. All eyes were on General Anders who for what seemed like an age lay still. Would she abandon her fellow officers and the cadets? Julie hoped not. Then, slowly, she opened her mouth. The Senator started to urinate almost at once and the arc of yellow liquid found her open mouth with unerring accuracy. For a moment, the only sound in the room was the sound of piss filling the Generals mouth, like a cup filled from a faucet, and then the men started to laugh, quietly at first and then louder, cheering the Senator as he stood urinating with a broad smile on his face.

"I think I have proved my point," he chuckled smugly as he dropped the paper to the floor. "Any of you gentlemen care to join me?"

Three other officers stepped forward and, to the encouragement of their colleagues and the cheers of their wives, also began to pee. Below them, General Anders lay still under a deluge of urine, her mouth held open and overflowing, and her eyes looking into the unfocused distance.

After that, the evening finished very quickly. The men stood up, and dressed and joined their wives, and then made their departure, leaving the cadets and officers still kneeling in their positions in front of the chairs. After saying goodbye to his guests, General Hokes returned to the room and walked over to General Anders. "Get these whores out of here!" he commanded, and then span on his heel and left the room.

On the hovercraft return Julie watched Anders: they had helped her clean up a little and retrieved her clothes; now the woman was clutching her blouse to her chest with one hand while she continually smoothed her skirt down with the other, and all the time she stared into the distance. The others were only partially dressed as much of their uniform smelled of pee and shit. That was to be expected though. What bothered Julie was the conversation about women and legislation.

General Hokes continued to have parties at his house and the S&I officer sent different cadets and officers to attend. The only officer who was a constant was General Anders since she was the only 1 star female on the base. The events of that night stayed with Julie, but eventually she had to put thoughts aside as she approached and prepared for final exams coming at the end of junior year. She still maintained a perfect grade point average which was the envy of her fellow cadets and she was determined not to let her standards slip.

On those occasions when Julie was able to catch the news on TV, she found events in the world depressing: the war in Mexico showed no sign of ending, and another war was pending over the fate of the Aleutian Islands. The federation of Siberia, a breakaway region from the old Russian Federation wanted the islands returned, claiming that the Czar in the 1800s improperly sold the region to the US, and now they wanted it back.

Every now and then, she see the Senator on the news programmes, advocating new legislation to change the role of women in society, especially the extent of their education and limitations on their job opportunities and career potential. He was proposing that funding be reduced for female education programs and sports at the college level using as an excuse the cost of the Mexican war. That sparked outrage and debate across the country, but the Senator and his allies in Congress pushed to change the curriculum for young women so that qualifications would be easier to obtain, but of less value in comparison to male qualifications. Julie didn't see anything good coming out of that for her friends who were still in college with no job prospects.


Over her summer vacation, the Senator's ideas continued to make the headlines and when Julie hung out with her friends, she saw the impact they were having on their lives. They complained that the state college was reviewing its education policies towards young women, and with the loss of federal funding, some areas of women's studies were already being cut back or replaced with what they considered fluff classes. One of the ideas to replace those studies that college was trying to implement was a program to train young women in the art of pleasure and service, something that would be meaningful in the job market. All too familiar changes were slowly coming to the civilian world, Julie realised.

Julie also found herself being approached because of her training with ASS. The state college texted Julie two weeks into her summer vacation asking is she could give a lecture on the classes and set-up at the female air force academy with particular emphasis on the elective classes. It would have been no problem but Julie politely declined as she would have to get permission from ASS to do any public speaking engagements.

Even her girlfriends tried to take advantage of her, asking her if she would dance at the local strip club. Apparently one of them had bragged to the owner about Julie and he offered to let Julie dance and keep any tips she made. Julie declined because that was not authorized by ASS as she was still a cadet and not an officer yet. She explained to her friends that if she was a commissioned officer and she was on leave or off duty, she could dance at a strip club but she was still in a probationary period as a cadet. Her girlfriends were disappointed and Julie felt very awkward, but she was not willing to risk her career. Perhaps when she was a commissioned officer, things might be different: Julie had overheard other officers talking about "moonlighting" after work in nude bars and strip joints and several even organized orgies for male tour groups which paid top dollar. She had heard from those officers that the work wasn't life changing or meaningful, but the pay was good.

Julie's mom hung around her more also, always anxious to do things for her daughter. For example, Julie had always washed her own clothes but her mother was particularly insistent that she took over that part for her. What Julie couldn't know was that her mother was sniffing and licking her thong underwear before washing them. As before, Julie's mother also continued to peek in on her daughter when she was in her bedroom and she was still trying to figure a way to make an excuse to walk into her daughter's room.


Julie's fourth year, her senior year, was also known as the Mistresses and she was determined to make the most of it from the get-go. The new cadets had reported to class and rape night was fun. Julie and Megan had purchased twelve inch strap-ons with ridges around the dildo and they laughed with glee as they took the virgin anuses of the new cadets. Karen of course was now a 2Lt and posted in Alaska of all places, what the female officers said was the "ass end of the world". Although she still had Megan and Stacy, she missed her dreadfully and they would video call most nights. Karen told her about her new posting, that the officers and enlisted men at Point Hope air force base were just as terrible in their sexual demands as they were at school. With the remoteness of the base out on the western edge of Alaska, the men were lonely and horny. The handful of female Lieutenants were divided between the enlisted barracks and male Lieutenants in their barracks. Karen was bunked with the enlisted airmen. She slept with them, showered with them, ate with them, fucked and sucked them, and allowed them to take their frustrations out on her with slapping, spitting, spanking and rough fucking. Karen and the three other LTs with her were passed around the barracks like a piece of meat for the enjoyment of the airmen.

Stacy of course still sucked and licked Julie's toes and feet and at other times she had her kiss and lick her clit, teasing it, making her cum. Stacy had her own bitch now to keep her warm in bed and Megan still had her girl, Andrea, constantly licking her arm pits. Even though Karen wasn't there, Julie had to conclude that life was good.

General Martelli and General Anders had both retired by the start of the school year and Julie felt a strange sense of loss: she never got to taste General Martelli's asshole, and she greatly admired General Anders for her dignified acceptance of the humiliations that General Hokes subjected her to. Two new officers came in to replace them: the new commanding officer was Lt. General Veronica (Ronnie) Allen, 45 years-old, and the new deputy commander, Brigadier General Sarah Morgan, 40 years old. Colonel Martin, the commandant of cadets, transferred out to a small airfield on the Florida Keys and was replaced by Colonel Joyce Long. The school put on a "hail and farewell" party in the gym for the staff departing and the staff arriving, and as would be expected, the cadets were fully involved: the Assholes were placed around the gym on whipping posts, the Cunts were to rotate striptease and pole dancing, the Clits were strapped to rape tables and the Mistresses, Julie's class, were used as food decorations. It was Julie's first hail and farewell party and everything she had heard about the orgy was true: awards were given, asses literally kissed, and the fucking afterwards went on so long Julie and the others were sore and worn out.

General Devers had a party at his home for the two new female Generals which both welcomed them and reminded them of their places. Ronnie spent most of the time on her hands and knees with a dog collar around her neck attached to a leash, and she was spat on, peed on and ass fucked by Devers all night. General Morgan, the deputy, did her striptease and pole dancing in the living room and then lap dances for the general staff. At one point she was strung up with her legs spread and Devers and his staff fucked her while the wives looked on in envy.

Apart from the fucking and sucking and the orgies, the year started well for Julie. Because of her hard work and dedication, she still maintained a 4.0 grade point average which had come to the attention of the senior officers. She was summoned to General Allen's office where she was congratulated on her achievements, exempted from punishments for a one month period, and then ass fucked by the General with a twelve inch strap-on. As she left the office, her anus still on fire, she laughed at the irony: she had waited for three years for General Martelli to fuck her, only to be fucked by her replacement within a week of her arrival.

Her academic class subjects reflected the intellectual demands of her final year, ranging from Symbolic Algebra to Advanced Critical Thinking, but her elective classes were still the things she looked forward to. This fall she chose:

• Why females need the posture collar 1 credit hour: The cadets learned that a posture collar is a rigid collar used on females whether involved in an orgy or fetish play and that it is designed to restrict movement of their neck. Females need posture collars for help in maintaining perfect posture, keeping their chin high and the neck extended. All posture collars typically flare widely at the front to reach from the chin to the collarbone, preventing the female from hanging their head or looking downward when she is humiliated or embarrassed. They are also very useful for prolonged oral sex, keeping the mouth at just the right angle for penetration into the throat.ASS approved collars are typically made from leather, but PVC made collars were the best functioning ones. The cadets were encouraged to decorate the posture collars used in the class, such as drawing pictures on them or writing sayings. All collars in use by ASS included other bondage elements such as locking closures, decorative spikes or D-rings for attaching other restraints.

• The history of the spreader bar and its proper use on the female 1 credit hour: A spreader bar is an article of exclusive female bondage equipment consisting of a metal or hard plastic bar with attachment points for bondage cuffs at each end, which can be fastened to wrists, ankles or knees to hold them apart. The spreader bar is used on females during bondage play, and sometimes in an orgy bondage, usually in association with other bondage equipment. When properly applied to the wrists, a bar keeps the arms spread away from woman's body, providing the male with unimpeded access to her torso. When applied to the ankles or between the knees, it immobilizes the woman by preventing all but the most awkward walking, and keeps the legs spread to allow unimpeded access to her cunt and anus. If bars are applied between the knees and between the ankles, the woman may be forced to bend her knees, making walking even harder. A pair of bars may hold the woman in a spread eagle position on the bed or floor. The spreader bar may be attached solely to the woman, it may be attached to a piece of furniture or the floor to hold her in place, or used as a device for suspension bondage.

• The importance of male pleasure first 1 credit: The cadets learned the importance of males obtaining pleasure first whether they were in an orgy or at a party. The pleasure of the female was not important. All focus of attention was the male and his needs. The instructor brought in male trainees assigning one to each cadet. It was the cadet's job to continually pleasure the male, asking him what he like and didn't like about sex. The instructor walked around the room giving pointers and ideas to the cadets. The cadets also learned how to beg to the trainee, things like kneeling before him and begging him to let her kiss his anus or lick his balls.

The Senator returned to the base a couple times that fall, and it bothered Julie that he asked for her on each visit. She mentioned her concern to the S&I officer who allocated the girls, but she didn't care as long as she serviced him. "That's what comes of being a good cock sucker!" she said dismissively, turning back to her paperwork, and so Julie would find herself yet again kneeling in front of him, pulling down his zip as he smiled down at her. "You know," he said to her one time, "out of all the stupid women on this base, your mouth, hell, your fucking body, is the most lithe of all." He leered at her and Julie just smiled up at the man as she put his cock in her mouth. "Fucking bitch," he muttered.

The Senator's preference for Julie, along with her excellent record, brought her to the attention of the most senior officers. On one occasion Hokes was holding a small party at his house and he invited General Devers and the Senator. As Devers was the most senior officer, this in turn meant that General Allen had to attend, and General Morgan was also needed to service General Hokes. Only one other girl was requested by name: Julie, for the Senator.

The nature of the party no longer held any surprises for her. The men of course were naked from the waist down and their wives were wearing their finest cocktail dresses. The wives had champagne glasses and would fill them with pee from the men so that as the men drank their beer and hard liqueur, their wives slowly got drunk on their piss. Julie as usual had her mouth wrapped around the Senator's cock most of the night, but later, General Allen, General Morgan and Julie were tied to tables and ass fucked by all the men present. As they came, they had the other female officers suck their cum out of their dripping asses.

It was almost a relief when the semester came to an end for Christmas and Julie was able to return home. As on her last visit, she found her mother unusually attentive, keen to make her comfortable and do little tasks, like her washing her underwear. A couple of days after she got home, she was in her room lying nude on her bed playing with herself while watching a popular women's dating game on her hand-held. Suddenly the door burst open and her mother fell in through the door and onto the floor. Julie jumped off the bed and quickly went to her mother, and as she bent to help her up, she saw that her panties were down to her knees and her face was flushed red with embarrassment.

"Mom, what the hell?" Julie asked as she took her mom by the arm to lift her up.

"Julie, um, this isn't ... it's not what it seems," her mom stammered, trying desperately to grab the waistband of her panties and pull them up.

"Were you watching me?" Julie asked as she pulled her to her feet, her eyes narrowed as she took her mom in.

Julie's mother tried to avert her eyes from her daughter's breasts and crotch as she stood up, but she was mesmerised: this was different from cams; this was real. She sighed and nodded her head in defeat as she looked at the floor.

Julie put her right hand under her mother's chin and lifted her face. Their eyes met. Their eyes lingered for a few seconds.

"Oh, mother!" Julie said and leaned over and kissed her mother's lips and after a moment's surprise, her mother opened her mouth and kissed her daughter back, pushing her tongue deep into her mouth. Julie put her right hand behind her mother's head and her left hand on her mother's lower back.

Mother and daughter were breathing hard now. Julie's mother put both her hands on her daughter's ass cheeks and squeezed them, making Julie's cunt flood. Julie brought her hands around to take off her mother's blouse and her mother brought her hands up and to help her, neither one of them breaking their kiss. Mother and daughter fumbled with the buttons on the blouse until her mother impatiently pulled her shirt open, making the buttons fall off.

Still neither one broke their kiss. Julie tore her mother's blouse off and then reached behind her with both hands to undo the bra and in no time it fell on the floor between them. Her hands squeezed and pinched her mother's tits and nipples and her mother did the same to her daughter's tits. Julie went to move both of them to the bed but with her mother's panties around her ankles, they both overbalanced onto the bed. They laughed, but still didn't break their kissing. They rolled around on the bed for a couple of minutes, kissing wetly and feeling the hot skin of their tits rubbing against each other, until Julie finally hooked her fingers into her mother's skirt and pulled it down.

For the first time, Julie broke off their kiss and stared down at her mother's exposed cunt. She ran her fingers over it, gathering the cream that clung to the swollen labia and then brought her fingers to her mouth, savouring her mother's taste. She giggled. "Mother, you naughty little bitch, your shaved down there too?" Julie smiled.

"Just recently too," her mother replied, grinning also.

Julie broke her mother's embrace and kissed her mother's nipples, gently biting them and then kissing down her stomach to her pelvis, smelling the rich scent of her arousal. Her mother was breathing deeply, moaning lightly, and her stomach raising and falling with each breath. Julie stopped for a moment looking at her mother's cunt, rich red and glistening, and at its top, her swollen clit.

"The most beautiful thing in the world is a woman and her clit," Julie breathed, and then leaned over and kissed the little bud. She kissed it, licked it and ran her lips and tongue over it while beneath her, her mother moaned and thrashed back and forth on the bed.

Julie brought her left hand to the apex of her mother's thighs and stuck two fingers in her cunt and her thumb in her ass, moving her hand back and forth, finger fucking her mother who rolled her head back and forth in delirious pleasure as her clit was licked and her cunt and anus here fucked. In no time her mother bucked her hips up and down, forcing Julie's head up and down with each thrust, until she came, her cunt juice soaking Julie's fingers. As her mother came down off her orgasm Julie moved her mouth over her cunt and lapped up the cunt juices, coating her face with them, before moving up to her face and kissing her deeply.

"I've never tasted myself before," her mother said as she kissed her daughter back.

"You have a lovely taste and a smell that I can't resist, mother," Julie replied as she kissed her mother again, wiping her wet cheeks over her mother's face, anointing her.

Over the next week mother and daughter snuck off to different parts of the house to have sex with each other. At the dinner table and in the living room watching TV with her dad there, they would make eyes at each other or silently flirt like teenagers. One time when Julie was in the kitchen her mother walked up behind her, squatted down, lifted Julie's skirt then spread her ass cheeks and kissed and licked her anus. Julie leaned over the counter and spread her legs as her mother softly and gently poked and licked her anus with her tongue, both of them trying to be as quiet as possible.

Suddenly, her father yelled out from the living room asking where his beer was. Mother and daughter giggled to each other and Julie quickly got a can of beer from the fridge.

It was that weekend when Julie's mother had snuck into her bedroom late at night that her dad found them, mother and daughter locked into a 69 position on Julie's bed. They didn't know how long he had been standing there but when he cleared his throat and they looked up at him, his cock was poking his boxer shorts straight up and there was a damp patch on the material.

It looked to Julie like her father was going to start shouting, but Julie beat him to it. "You can't be upset, daddy, because we can see that watching us has made you excited."

Her dad turned a couple shades of red and grimaced as he looked at his cock, the anger suddenly driven from him. Julie crawled over her mother and off the bed and before her dad could say anything more, she knelt in front of him and pulled his boxers down to the floor. His cock sprang up, leaking at the tip, and Julie took hold of it, looking up at him.

"Oh Daddy," she said in a child's voice, "your cock is so big. I'm not sure if it will fit in my mouth." She paused and licked her lips sensuously. "Would you like to see your little girl suck your cock, Daddy? Would you like to fill your daughter's mouth with your hot cum?" she asked, and before he could protest, she slid his prick into her mouth, taking it deep into her throat.

He stared down at her. "Ahhh, fuck!" was all he said.

Julie kept his cock in her mouth as she knelt down on the floor, employing all those techniques that she had learned so well, when she felt her mother brush her arm and settle beside her. Her mother smiled and leant her head forward until mother and daughter were licking and sucking dad's cock. He didn't make a move to stop them and as they toyed with him, he moaned loudly and closed his eyes. As her mother took over deep-throating her husband's cock, Julie moved around behind him and moved both her hands to his ass cheeks. She took a deep breath and spread her father's ass open, putting her nose and mouth to his brown hole, licking up and down his puckered anus.

Her dad moaned again and bent forward to allow her tongue better access. "Ahhh, fuck meee!" he groaned. In less than a minute he was coming in his wife's mouth as Julie tongue fucked his anus and gently massaged his testicles with her finger tips, creating goose bumps on his balls.

Later as the three of them laid on Julie's bed, her mother on the right side and Julie on the left side, she asked him why he had so standoffish the last several years because it had hurt her feelings when he ignored her.

"I'm sorry I hurt you," he said, stroking her hair, "but I didn't want to lose my only daughter to an organization that would change her into a whore and a slut." He smiled at her sheepishly. "I wanted better for you than that."

"I'm an A Grade student, Daddy" Julie replied slowly. "I am highly regarded by my senior officers and I have a great career ahead of me." She leaned over and kissed his cheek softly. "I chose what I wanted to do and I have been empowered by it. Most of all, I have learned that for better or worse, women are whores and sluts, and I'm alright with that." Julie turned looked at her mom who smiled and nodded her head in agreement.

After a minute of silence and reflection her father nodded his head.

Julie smiled and said, "Does Daddy want to fuck his slut daughter?" and her father gasped. Her mother giggled and leaned across to get him hard again with her mouth and Julie mounted him, burying his cock to the root in her cunt. She smiled down at him as she put her arms behind her head and puffed out her chest.

"I'm a whore daddy," she said and she could feel her father's cock jerk inside her when she said it. "I'm gonna be a well educated whore making good money supporting our boys at the front."

Her father looked up at her. "Is that what you truly want to do?"

"Yes, daddy, my body was made for it. Hell, all women are made for it, even mommy," she cooed as she shook her tits and began to work his cock with her cunt muscles.

"Then if you're fine with it and your mother is okay with it, then I have no problem with it either," he replied breathlessly, moaning at the sensations around his prick.

"I'm a good whore, Daddy," his daughter said in her little girl voice as she looked down at him. "Do you like my titties? Can you feel how wet my cunt is? Can you feel how tight it is? My cunt? Your daughter's cunt?" She began to ride his cock more quickly. "My cunt is going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before!"

"Get fucking then whore!" he hissed as he slapped her left tit and grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her down to him. He couldn't last for long, and as he came, he leaned up and kissed his daughter hard on the lips.

The rest of the break went by in a blur and Julie and her parents fucked every chance they got. They started going around the house nude and the three of them slept on the master bed.

For the first time in her life Julie felt totally free.


When Julie returned to the academy for her final spring semester classes, she couldn't wait for graduation and her impatience was only eased by her elective classes:

• The role of a submissive female 1 credit hour: The cadets learned that men were the dominate ones at home, at work and in anything to do with sex. If a woman were to get ahead in a male dominated culture, then she would have to be submissive. After all, many women were still wary of making the first move, and expected men to initiate conversation and risk rejection by asking them out. Furthermore, many women expected men to make the plans and pay for dates. The cadets knew that the burden to initiate sex fell all of the time with the woman after a date, and that being a submissive female in a relationship was the safest and surest way to a safe and loving relationship with a male.

• The theory and practice of swapping male cum amongst females 1 credit hour: One of the favorite sights that males involved in orgies love to see is that of two women exchanging their cum. The instructor brought in trainees and had the class suck them to orgasm. With a full mouth of cum the cadets learned to exchange the cum by letting it drip and dribble into the mouth of their partner. The cum would be exchanged several times between the two cadets. The male trainee would be standing over the cadets with his hands on their heads directing their movements. After his cum had swapped several or more times the cadets would French kiss. Marks were also awarded for the cadets' ability to create a cum strand between their lips and the cock, making it as long as they could for maximum affect. For advanced students, there were additional assignments on swapping cum which has been taken directly from the cunt and/or asshole.

• The advanced theory and practice of vibrators 1 credit hour: The class learned about different types of vibrators and their uses. All the young women knew about vibrators but not all of them used the devices correctly. They learned that women are sexual creatures as they use vibrators for clitoral stimulation and penetration of the cunt. Training was also included on the correct way to lube their vibrator while allowing it to explore their labia and clit as well as penetrate their cunt and/or asshole.

In this last semester, Julie saw no more of the Senator, except in the news bulletins: he had been promoted to the "Ways and Means" committee in Congress and so spent all of his time in Washington. The Ways and Means committee controlled the funding of the Government and the disbursement of funds to the civilian sector, including to colleges and universities that females attended. As chairman of the committee he approved legislation that reduced funding for traditional female college degrees, giving it instead to what became known as "fluff degrees": they had no academic rigour, were of no use to future employees and were for female students only. The Senator wanted more money for male oriented programs. Women he reasoned should be seen and not heard, they should be trained like the women in ASS, to please the man. "Hell," he said in a speech in Congress, "women should be darn lucky they could get any job at all!"

Julie watched all of this as it developed and shook her head in sympathy for her friends in civilian life who would be graduating the same time she was. They wouldn't have jobs based on the degrees that they had earned because employers weren't really looking for educated women any more, and so they would have no way to repay the college loans they took out for the degree. The only way for them to repay the loans was to return to college and earn the fluff degrees and apply for a low paying job in the civilian world.

This situation seemed very unlikely to change in a world dominated by male politicians. In the last election cycle fewer women had run for office. The sexist attitudes of male politicians and the courts' reluctance to enforce harassment laws in public places and in the working environment didn't make it worth the effort. Those women who were brave enough to try were called whores, sluts, and cunts at political rallies by males who didn't want to see women in any elected office, a view which seemed to be more and more supported by ordinary people.

At Graduation Julie got to sit on the face on a new cadet and have her cunt and anus licked while speeches were given. She squirmed a lot. Her father and mother were in the audience and at that she smiled. What a life!

General Allen stood to give the new officers their new oath of office, Colonel Long yelled out, "Atten-hut!" and the cadets came to attention.

"Raise your right hand, I (state your name), having been appointed as an officer in the Auxiliary Support Services known as ASS, do solemnly swear that I will support and service all male service members when called upon to do so by the senior female officer appointed over me. I will also faithfully service all senior female officers appointed over me. Furthermore, I will bear true sexual faith and allegiance to my fellow female officers and that I take this obligation freely, without any mental reservations or purpose of evasion. That I will well and faithfully discharge the duties of the office of which I have been appointed."

After the oath ceremony the new officers threw their cunt caps in the air and hugged and kissed each other. Pictures were taken with families and with each other. Officers who did not have family at the graduation were invited to an all night female orgy at the officers' club that evening. It sounded so much fun that Julie wanted to go and take her mother but her dad balked at that: he wanted some time with them at the hotel where they were staying.

Julie had one more surprise: because of her record of excellence, she was one of the few cadets who, along with graduation, received a posting and their first assignment. Julie was being sent to the "Current Trends" department at the war department, and she was excited as she would be going to Washington, the center of the universe. She was excited as she would get to see how things were done in the military and what new adventures lay ahead.


Follow the adventures of Julie Walsh as she starts on her new career. Will she visit Point Hope military base in Alaska to be with Karen? What does the "Current Trends" department really do? Will the Senator's legislation and funding turn women into whores and sluts in the civilian world? Will she meet the Senator again while she is in Washington?

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