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Authors: Kinsey Grey
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What’s Inside
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Straker pulled his finger out. He held it high for everyone to see. It glistened wet and shiny under the buzz of the fluorescent ceiling lights.
“This is the kind of lubrication you only get from an eighteen-year-old.”
He held his finger out to O’Malley—the slavering dog.
“Give a smell,” Straker said.
O’Malley took a big whiff and jerked the bulge in his pants.
“Everyone, gather round, take a whiff of Private Smith’s pussy,” Straker said.
Even as my mouth and throat worked his cock, my mind was horrified at my squad mates sniffing my pussy juice. The slick lubrication was never meant to be sniffed at, peered at, examined like a laboratory rat.
It was humiliating. I still had to finish basic training with these people. I was never going to hear the end of it. Every fucking minute filled with their derision and ridicule.
I gagged and then fought to regain my breath. I had to focus on keeping my throat open and accepting or the gag spasms hit. It wasn’t so different from bonging a beer. You relaxed and opened your throat and waited to be filled up.
With a wet slurp, Straker pulled all the way out. He dragged his cock over my nose, between my eyes. He tapped my forehead with it.
THWAP. THWAP.
He was so thick. Like a fucking meat log.
He reached into his open satchel on the bunk and pulled out a silver, cylindrical device.
Oh fuck.
A speculum.
What was that for?
I mean, I knew what it was for. But I didn’t know what it was doing here.
“Let’s take a closer look at Private Smith’s vagina," Straker said. "We’ll forgo the unnecessary lubrication.”
He held the shiny silver device up to me.
“It’ll be a little cold at first. Just relax and you’ll get through it.”
He didn’t wait for me to respond. To give him permission. He didn’t give a fuck what I thought. His indifference made me want him more.
Chill metal plunged inside me. It went deeper and deeper. Like it was going to tunnel through my body and out my back.
“Now, I’m going to open her up,” he said.
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CHAPTER ONE
I fucked up. I admit it. Going off on my squad mates was a humongous mistake. What else was I supposed to do? I'm not going to let those dumb assholes demean me like I’m a circus act. Like I existed to satisfy their every amusement.
Sure, it was a monumental bad choice. Like you could stick it right next to the Washington monument and it'd be right at home. But I didn't deserve a dishonorable discharge. That kind of shit hung around your neck like a noose. For life. I couldn't let that happen.
"Private Smith, are you still here?"
Dr. Straker was talking. I'd been standing here at attention for forty minutes. Waiting for him to look up from his desk and acknowledge me.
And now I zoned when he did. Great.
His lips moved.
"Private Smith," he said, "are you even sober right now? Do you want to get kicked out of United States Army?"
Pull it together, Holly.
"Yes, sir."
His eyebrows arched halfway up his forehead. "You do want to get kicked out of the Army?"
"Oh, no. No sir, Captain Straker. I meant I'm sober, sir."
“Call me Dr. Straker. It’s my job. And you don’t act sober.”
He looked at my charts splayed out across his desk. He thumbed through them and picked one sheet up.
“I wouldn't have believed it if your piss test hadn't come back clean."
"I don't do drugs, sir."
"Maybe you should, Private Smith. Because then you'd have an excuse."
I knew better than to keep talking. Like a dog nipping at the heels of a car driving by, this dog would follow me all the way home and then take a big bite out of my ass as I ran for the front door. I held at attention. Chest out. But that wasn't hard with my large breasts. Arms stiffly to the sides. Shoulders squared. Eyes firmly forward.
Right now was not the time to lip off.
"Normally you're ass would be on a bus right now, back to Shitburg. But I got a special interest in you,
* * * * *
Straker pulled his finger out. He held it high for everyone to see. It glistened wet and shiny under the buzz of the fluorescent ceiling lights.
“This is the kind of lubrication you only get from an eighteen-year-old.”
He held his finger out to O’Malley—the slavering dog.
“Give a smell,” Straker said.
O’Malley took a big whiff and jerked the bulge in his pants.
“Everyone, gather round, take a whiff of Private Smith’s pussy,” Straker said.
Even as my mouth and throat worked his cock, my mind was horrified at my squad mates sniffing my pussy juice. The slick lubrication was never meant to be sniffed at, peered at, examined like a laboratory rat.
It was humiliating. I still had to finish basic training with these people. I was never going to hear the end of it. Every fucking minute filled with their derision and ridicule.
I gagged and then fought to regain my breath. I had to focus on keeping my throat open and accepting or the gag spasms hit. It wasn’t so different from bonging a beer. You relaxed and opened your throat and waited to be filled up.
With a wet slurp, Straker pulled all the way out. He dragged his cock over my nose, between my eyes. He tapped my forehead with it.
THWAP. THWAP.
He was so thick. Like a fucking meat log.
He reached into his open satchel on the bunk and pulled out a silver, cylindrical device.
Oh fuck.
A speculum.
What was that for?
I mean, I knew what it was for. But I didn’t know what it was doing here.
“Let’s take a closer look at Private Smith’s vagina," Straker said. "We’ll forgo the unnecessary lubrication.”
He held the shiny silver device up to me.
“It’ll be a little cold at first. Just relax and you’ll get through it.”
He didn’t wait for me to respond. To give him permission. He didn’t give a fuck what I thought. His indifference made me want him more.
Chill metal plunged inside me. It went deeper and deeper. Like it was going to tunnel through my body and out my back.
“Now, I’m going to open her up,” he said.
* * * * *
CHAPTER ONE
I fucked up. I admit it. Going off on my squad mates was a humongous mistake. What else was I supposed to do? I'm not going to let those dumb assholes demean me like I’m a circus act. Like I existed to satisfy their every amusement.
Sure, it was a monumental bad choice. Like you could stick it right next to the Washington monument and it'd be right at home. But I didn't deserve a dishonorable discharge. That kind of shit hung around your neck like a noose. For life. I couldn't let that happen.
"Private Smith, are you still here?"
Dr. Straker was talking. I'd been standing here at attention for forty minutes. Waiting for him to look up from his desk and acknowledge me.
And now I zoned when he did. Great.
His lips moved.
"Private Smith," he said, "are you even sober right now? Do you want to get kicked out of United States Army?"
Pull it together, Holly.
"Yes, sir."
His eyebrows arched halfway up his forehead. "You do want to get kicked out of the Army?"
"Oh, no. No sir, Captain Straker. I meant I'm sober, sir."
“Call me Dr. Straker. It’s my job. And you don’t act sober.”
He looked at my charts splayed out across his desk. He thumbed through them and picked one sheet up.
“I wouldn't have believed it if your piss test hadn't come back clean."
"I don't do drugs, sir."
"Maybe you should, Private Smith. Because then you'd have an excuse."
I knew better than to keep talking. Like a dog nipping at the heels of a car driving by, this dog would follow me all the way home and then take a big bite out of my ass as I ran for the front door. I held at attention. Chest out. But that wasn't hard with my large breasts. Arms stiffly to the sides. Shoulders squared. Eyes firmly forward.
Right now was not the time to lip off.
"Normally you're ass would be on a bus right now, back to Shitburg. But I got a special interest in you,
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