No pulling out, p.2
No Pulling Out, page 2
They specifically took certain kids from certain classes, sat them down in the library and played videos, talking about how great the Navy was. At the time, it really did seem like it would change her life, give her skills and friendships that would last a lifetime. In hindsight, she realized now that she was watching propaganda videos, designed and tailored to cater to a specific niche, the academic failure.
She’s been told that she’d been taken from her class to watch these videos for a very special reason:
‘After careful analysis, we’ve determined that only you exhibit the skills and qualities that few possess, the skills and qualities that can turn you from a simple civilian into a strong and heroic sailor.’
Kim was proud, she felt superior. When she returned to class, she lauded it over the other kids, bragging to them that she’d been selected because of her strength, sharpness, fortitude and gallantry. They saw through the lie that she sorely wanted to believe – she’d been selected because she was in the bottom 20% of the school.
Kim concealed a sigh, daring not to look at her watch. These long hours were killing her. She answered to Commander Armitage. Like many of her superiors, he was a cold and humorless man. He’d established a precedent early, stating that his orders were to be obeyed promptly, without question or complaint. He cultivated a culture of distrust amongst his subordinates, rewarding those who reported others for their perceived failures. This divide-and-conquer style was, in Kim’s opinion, not so much a strategy for leadership, but rather a hedonistic form of control and domination. The best form of subjugation was to ensure your subordinates subjugated themselves. That was part of the reason Kim dared not check her watch, and stifled her yawns despite her aching fatigue. It could be perceived as weakness, or an unwillingness to conduct her duty. It made it very hard to form social bonds with the other recruits. If she were to voice her true feelings, she could be ratted out to Armitage, and frankly, the man scared the hell out of her.
She had made the mistake of voicing her concerns to one of the new recruits early on. The other recruit had neither agreed nor disagreed with her, instead simply acted as though she had not heard her, shrugging it off. The next day, Kim had been brought before Armitage to explain herself. He didn’t directly call her out on the incident, but rather implied that her attitude was uncooperative, and this was affecting the other recruits. Kim had apologized, and resolved to keep any doubts to herself from that point onwards.
After many hours of keeping watch, gazing out on the horizon and stewing in the boiling contempt she’d began to feel for herself, Kim and the others were finally relieved of duty. As they filed away from the deck, one of the new recruits stopped her.
“Commander Armitage wants to see you.” She said bluntly.
The words cut through Kim like a knife, as she tried pre-emptively to control her breathing and rising heart rate.
“Did you...” Kim croaked, clearing her throat. “Did he say what it was about?”
The other recruit shook her head, shooting her a pitying stare that made her feel like a death row prisoner, being lead to her execution.
She pointed to the hold, and Kim gingerly made her way down the steps. As she reached the bottom step, she raised her head, began breathing deeply and walking briskly and purposefully. She had heard of Armitage’s acute distaste for tardiness. At least she could pull that out of the bag.
She knocked on the door, and opened it slowly.
“Commander Armitage?” she asked, meeting his gaze from behind the desk. “You wanted to see me?”
The Commander rose from the table, his eyes impatient and irate.
“Sit down.” He ordered.
Kim quickly took a seat, trying to control her fidgeting hands whilst maintaining eye contact. Armitage sat down, his gargantuan figure still towering over her.
“Continuing our discussion, I’m going to give you one more opportunity to explain yourself to me. But first... strip!”
Her heart starting pounding in her chest. “Strip? What the...”
“To your bare ass.” Armitage said coldly.
Kim did as she was told, her lean young body exposed to the big Commander.
“Good. Good. Now, get on your hands and knees.”
This was the last thing she expected, but she hopped to it, and got on all fours on the floor, her cute ass cheeks jiggling in the air, ready for the Commander to make his move.
He placed a plastic cup underneath Kim’s pussy to catch the strings of love-juice as they oozed down. He fingered her, clasping her buns with one hand and pumping his pointer finger in and out as hard as he could, Kim’s snatch gripping his digit firmly. He slid another of his wide fingers into her pussy, his digits disappearing in between the soft flesh. This was too much for the young recruit to take, and her juices flowed freely into the cup beneath, filling it almost to the top.
Armitage took off his Navy slacks and briefs, his huge erect cock swaying before him.
He stood with his legs slightly parted, the subtle light of the room giving his pink thighs a warm glow, and he motioned downwards, inviting the young recruit to come and enjoy what he had to offer. Kim wasted little time in crawling towards him, positioning her face right near to his groin. She went for the big swinging knob. Once in place, her tongue licked and slurped hungrily, keen to please her big Commander. She expertly licked the wide shaft up and down its length, the head bobbing off her cute nose every time she got to the tip. Her soft tongue steadily licked the crown, the circular motions of her swirling saliva making Armitage moan out in euphoria. She ran a finger up and down his shaft, the head of the eager cock almost poking her eye out.
The Commander’s thick cock pointed to the ceiling, ready for more action. Kim leaned forward, parted her lips and began to suck. She felt his balls churn and tighten in her hand as the first drop of pre-cum escaped onto her tongue. She took as much of it in her mouth as she could, rocking her head back and forth. The Commander gave deep sighs of encouragement as he grabbed her hair and pushed her head down further on his dong.
But Armitage wasn’t going to be satisfied just with oral, no matter how good she was at it, and how breathless it made both of them. The Commander sizzled with passion and desire. Kim’s eyes met his dark, dangerous ones and she was flooded with a primal need to be taken.
She saw his huge cock growing even more in size, and she knew she wanted some pleasure of her own. But she knew it wasn’t her place to ask for permission. With an unspoken understanding, Armitage gave her permission anyway with a little nod and a sigh of need. But he wasn’t done with the recruit’s hot mouth just yet.
The Commander lined his cock up with her mouth, running the head over her lips as he started to push into her, inch by inch. His entire length was fed into her tight, hot mouth as she gasped around the girth. She wanted to beg him to take her mouth faster, harder, but she was unable to say anything with her gob so full. Her breathing was hitched as she wrapped her arms around the man’s powerful thighs. His leg hair tickled her face, and she felt his big hands on the back of her head, guiding her on and off his cock.
Kim arched her back as he made love to her mouth. It was almost too much. His cock was rock hard, pulsating inside her mouth, and it curved to hit a spot in the back of her throat that no one had ever reached. She felt the big man pulling her closer. She wrapped her arms further around his thighs, spluttering as her breasts were pressed to his big legs.
Armitage kept sliding in and out of her mouth. All Kim could hear was a growl that seemed to rumble from the Commander’s chest. It seemed to vibrate down through her, and aroused the young recruit no end. The man was so rough with her, almost reckless. She felt his nails dig into her as he screwed her mouth, claiming her. She had never wanted anything so badly in her life. She moved her head back and forth, meeting every hip-thrust.
Kim tasted another drop of the man’s potent pre-cum escape the tip, and she really got to it. She proceeded to slide the tip of her tongue in and out of the tiny slit, the sweet tasting jizm trickling into her mouth and down her throat. The Commander rocked his hips back and force aggressively, ramming his cock back into her mouth and face-screwing her. Not wanting to blast his load just yet, Armitage took his knob out of her suckling mouth, saving his seed for the time being.
After a deep breath, Armitage told the recruit, “Now. Let’s get to it!”
He grabbed her by the waist and lifted her to her feet before turning her around and bending her over the desk. He gazed at her pert ass cheeks for a long moment and licked his lips. She waited, her feet on the ground and her smooth buns exposed, unsure but excited as to what was in store for her next. She felt moisturizing lotion being drizzled onto her cheeks, and it trickled down to her snatch. She felt the big head of Armitage’s cock pressing up against her tight, wet pussy. His strong hands held her in place, a cheek in each palm, as he pushed his long thick meat into her, making the young recruit cry out as she wriggled, trying to get used the incredibly wide girth.
Armitage slid the entire length inside her, all the way to his loaded balls, and began to nail her. He powerfully pumped his shaft in and out, as Kim’s moans increased in tempo and volume. She felt the grip tighten on her cheeks as her pussy clutched the girth.
She couldn’t help herself. With the Commander’s cock rubbing her tunnel just right and her breasts pressing up against the cold wood of the desk, the young recruit came. She came hard, creaming the big man’s balls.
Armitage pulled out and said, “Take a quick breather, girl! But we’re not done yet.”
“Oooh good. Please finish inside me sir.” Said Kim.
Armitage rubbed his cock against the girl’s crack. He pushed the head up against her tight pussy again. The head had been very well lubed-up, and it nudged, demanding to be let back inside.
He grabbed hold of her hair and pulled it back tightly, while at the same time giving a sudden buck of his muscular thighs. His full length speared Kim once more, as the Commander went balls deep in one fell swoop. The recruit let out a scream, her eyes wincing and watery, as she felt every inch of the member harpoon her. She smiled and said, “Please, sir. I want more... please!”
She relaxed the walls of her pussy in an attempt to enjoy the deep penetration. As the towering hunk of a man slammed her just right, Kim found herself really getting into it, and rocked her hips back in rhythmic timing as the head found her sweet-spot and massaged her perfectly, making her shake and shiver. The feel of the recruit’s tight pussy gripping his throbbing girth was too much for Armitage to take. She felt his swinging balls draw up, as he let out one final yell. He was ready to unload, and at a point of no return.
He ejaculated his potent spunk deep inside her body, drenching her insides and internally painting her. His blind seed wagged their tails and swam onwards, just the way Kim had always fantasized. She couldn’t believe it was actually happening. She felt the semen deep inside her. It felt nice, it felt warm. It filled her up.
Armitage withdrew his cock from her burning hole, and the recruit turned around, unsure of what he had in mind. Her jaw dropped when she saw him holding a toy. An incredibly big, double-ended dildo. She smiled nervously, not knowing what he expected her to do with the humungous plastic thing.
“Get up on the top of the desk!” the dominant older guy told her.
Kim got on the desk as told, on all fours with her ass facing her Commander, as Armitage placed the beast in between her young cheeks. She rested herself against the meaty toy, awaiting penetration.
He positioned it at her asshole and trickled vast amounts of lotion between her cheeks. The recruit knew it was going to be an incredibly tight fit. She pushed backwards, taking the massive toy up her ass. She squeaked and moaned like an animal, and she couldn’t believe she was living out such an act for real. It was bad, but it felt so good.
She bounced backwards, rocking her hips back and forth as her pert and shiny cheeks clapped together, consuming inch after inch, taking as much of the toy as humanly possible. Her pussy dripped while she reached down to rub and satisfy herself, the whole while Armitage shouting words of encouragement and playfully laying down slaps upon her moisturized buns. It wasn’t long before she felt an amazing climax build up, and she came again, her body convulsing in sweet agony as she came all over the desk, her sticky strings squirting out and splashing the tabletop.
She crawled forward, allowing the double-headed toy to slip out of her aching anus. Armitage dropped it to the floor.
Out on the deck, the climate was cool, but Kim’s desire to experience all life had to offer burned within her, hotter than ever.
She never looked back, and she now knew she had made the right decision by joining the Navy. She was a new woman, and it felt great. She was knocked-up by the man in charge, and was really starting to enjoy herself.
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THE NEW RECRUIT
By
Tess West
O livia’s first day had been an ordeal. In the cold of the evening, after a grueling workout, she’d sat, shivering and muddied, wondering if she’d made the right career choice. Not everyone was cut out for the military, she knew this, but she’d never faced herself with the question until that evening. Her muscles ached down to the bone, her lungs heaved, and cold sweat trickled from every pore.
The second day was worse. She still ached from the previous day, but she continued. She ran the obstacles, clumsily jumped, crawled, pulled herself up and pushed herself down. She was slower than she’d been before, and the Lieutenant shouted her down for it. Under pressure, she was faster, but her dexterousness failed her. The Lieutenant’s scalding words seemed to unsettle her, and that made her less confident in her abilities. She tripped over a mud-caked tire, falling gracelessly in the mud. She struggled to get herself back up, but kept slipping. The Lieutenant reminded her that in a live combat scenario, she’d be dead.
As the training continued, she pushed herself harder. She realized that in order to succeed, it was not the words of the Lieutenant she needed to follow, but the words from within, the words telling her to succeed no matter what. She started her workout before anybody else, she finished her cool down exercises after everybody else had left. She stretched, lunged, pushed, pulled and pumped iron until her body looked very toned and lean, almost as though it was chiseled out of stone.
And now here Olivia was, on that same obstacle course that she once dreaded, eager to tear the thing to pieces. She looked out across the course. It was a long one, but she could take it. The wind carried a chill that she’d learned to use, and the cold air kept her alert and focused.
The whistle blew. She darted forwards, the first obstacle was the stairs. Simple enough. She leapt upwards, grabbing a bar and pulling herself up. In a moment she was at the top, throwing her legs over. She climbed back down, dropping at the halfway point and racing towards the tires. She’d learned from her past mistakes here. The trick to mastering the tires was to step on the inner lip of the tire and spring from one foot to the next, pivoting off your hip. This would carry you through the tires quickly and safely. Keeping your legs apart horizontally meant you were less likely to slip, trip or fall. She completed the tires in record time. Temptation implored her to look behind and see how far behind the next recruit was, but she resisted. She knew she needed to focus on the course, not on comparing herself to others.
Untouched by exhaustion, she continued at the same pace towards the monkey bars. She leapt up, grabbing them and swinging from one to another in a perfect motion. Controlling the swing of her legs and the motion of her arms, she made light work of the bars. Coming up next, she had to crawl under barbed wire. This was one of her least favorite tasks, though she’d learned a trick to getting through it. She’d realized after her third attempt, that less was more. If she pushed too hard, her legs or arms would rise and catch the barbed wire. It was better to make small, gradual crawling movements in order to pass under the barbed wire without incident.
After safely navigating her way through the obstacle, she leapt to her feet. Unperturbed by the thick mud that now enveloped her, she made her way to the rope crawl. The thick mud on her hands would make this difficult. As she arrived at the wooden structure, she hurriedly scraped her hands against it. Gripping the rope, she threw her legs around it and began to shimmy backwards. Her relatively dry hands made short work of the rope, and as she approached the end, she swung her legs out to the platform at the end, landing adroitly in the centre. She rebalanced herself, climbed down from the platform and charged towards the inclining wall. Her muscles began to ache, but she knew she could push past it. The inclining wall was one of the obstacles in which she was decidedly disadvantaged by her height. Tall people could usually make short work of it, but she frequently struggled. She hoped that she had the strength to pull herself over it in one go.
