Fall in! (Darkest Desires and myself)

[OverlordMatt]

A single silver bus sped through the black night toward a secluded and private island off the coast of South Carolina. The tiny island seemed deserted from the exterior except when the 'cadets' as they were mocking called were given a swimming assignment. Otherwise the single tiny bridge that led onto the island was a chain-link gate and a white guard house manned by an Army veteran who wore black BDUs, a matching patrol cap and wore a tazer, pepperspray, and an expandable baton at his belt. A pistol was locked in the wall safe of the tiny guardhouse. Aboard the bus there was an identically attired and equipped guard standing watch and preventing conversation as well as a driver dressed the same as the others. The passengers of the bus were a mixed bunch; blond, brunette, red head, but the two defining characteristics were that they were all ludicrously wealthy and they were all teenage girls. Every one had been dropped by their parents at the bus with nothing but the clothes on their back. They had been searched and everything they carried had been given back to their parents.

As soon as they exited the bus they would meet a similar reception to Marine recruits at Parris island, a scant few miles up the coast. Bright overhead lights would blind them as DIs, all dressed in the black fatigues would shove them into a formation in front of the senior instructor. But none of the girls knew any of this. Their parents had simply shoved them on this bus and driven off.

 

[Darkest Desires]

Megan was extremely pissed off. Her parents had promised her a month of sun, sea and shopping in Spain as a "treat." She'd told all her friends, made sure to rub it in all of their faces. They'd even let her host a leaving party at her house, which ended up with her wasted off her face on drugs and booze and the house wrecked, but fuck it - what were cleaners there for?! Her parents had seemed calmer than usual about it at the time, and Megan now knew why. They hadn't booked her a holiday to spain...ohhh no. Instead, they'd decided somehow that she didn't deserve that. And the first she'd learnt this, was when she was hustled onto a silver bus by some man in a uniform. Megan had struggled and demanded answeres, and all she had gotten for her troubles was a slap and handcuffs. There were other girls on the bus, they all looked like her- pissed off and confused, but unlike her...they weren't wearing handcuffs- sensible enough not to pick a fight with a guard it seemed!

Megan had always gotten what she wanted, weather it was from her parents or from society in general. She'd been graced with great looks- a slim and toned body with curves in all the right places, long silky brown hair, legs that didn't quit, and bright blue eyes that could switch from seductive to innocent in seconds. It helped that she also had the money to buy whatever she wanted, weather that was booze, clothes or drugs. Now that she thought about it, it was probably her partying that had got her here if anything. She's been known to go a bit wild at the parties, taking whatever she was given and fucking who she wanted. Countless times she'd had her parents, ranting or pleading at her. But she'd never listened...maybe she should've.

Megan's train of thought was cut across as the bus ground to a halt, she couldn't see anything out of the windows. "Right- all of you get up, and form an ordely line!" The guard demanded, but obviously they were too slow in complying and he pulled the girls in the front up by their arms and pushed them from the bus, bellowing "MOVE!" at the rest of them. They had to follow the guard up a path, girls complaining as they tried to walk in expensive shoes. Megan no exeption. Suddenly they were ordered to stop by men in black fatiques, pushed roughly into a line when they didn't comply fast enough. Eyes squinting at the bright lights.

"Where the fuck are we? And what's going on?" Megan demanded out loud.

 

[OverlordMatt]

The senior drill instructor who, unlike his subordinates did not wear a patrol cap but instead a wide-brimmed boonie hat. His eyes were hooded but had a severe set not only to his eyes but his entire face. At the 'at ease' position he waited, completely unmoving while his men and women herded the cadets into formation. With heavily corded arms and a considerable height as well as a chest swollen with muscles the drill instructor struck an imposing figure. Once the girls were finally in position he spoke.
"Welcome to Camp Muir! This will be your home until you are eighteen years old or until your performance evaluations show to your parents that you have made an effort to correct your behavior. My name is Master Sergeant Roberts! If you under stand this I expect you to answer loudly with a 'yes sir' if not I expect you to start running laps on my island. My name is Master Sergeant Roberts! Is that understood?" A resounding chorus of 'Yes sir' answered his question and any late to respond received the attention of the junior instructors. "The first order of business is uniting cadets with a sense of unity! To accomplish this all cadets will be issued a uniform. You will keep this uniform clean because it is no yours. It does not belong to your parents. That uniform is mine and I will be damned before I see one of you spoiled fucking brats disgrace or sully my uniform. Is that understood?" Another chorus of 'yes sir' answered him. "All cadets will strip..." He let the word hand in the air and when no objections were forthcoming continued one "...or be stripped by an instructor, until completely nude. Then you will be measured and your uniforms issued. Is this understood?"

 

[Darkest Desires]

A frown darkened Megan's features as the sergant stepped forward, her eyes making a quick scan of his body.He was sleekly muscled and cut quite an imposing figure, but she'd dealt with men roughly his size before, and there was no way she was going to let him frighten her. Megan listened to the speech, rolling her eyes and calling out "yes sir" in a bored tone with the rest of the girls. The girls closest too her shot her glares, and shifted away so they wouldn't be associated with someone who might get them into trouble. Megan simply grinned back wickedly, her blue eyes flashing with amusment. Those same eyes snapped up when she heard the last part of his speech about stripping naked. And as he went quiet her eyes flicked up to his and locked on. "Well, as tempting as that sounds Sergant...I'm gonna' have to pass on that one.You see... I have no interest in stripping in front of you...and even if I did..." she drawled sarcastically,waving her handcuffed hands at him. Girls gasped, eyes flickering from the cocky girl to the sergant, wondering what he'd say.

 

[OverlordMatt]

Roberts stared hard at the girl and waved away the junior instructor who had started toward the girl. Without saying a word he crouched down and slid a black combat knife out of a sheath concealed on the interior of his right boot. "Hold her." He snapped and a pair of black-clad instructors were there in what seemed like a mere moment. Each took an arm and clamped it tight in theirs while pulling slightly against the chain of the handcuffs. The expertly trained men applied just enough pressure on her wrists to ensure her that any further struggling or movement would mean great pain to her. Sergeant Roberts strode down the line of stripping girls, each pointedly looking away from both the sergeant and the girl. He arrived where his men held her and brandished the knife in front of her. "This is a marine KaBar knife. I carry this knife because I spent a decade and a half as a Marine. You will follow my directions or I will enforce them." In contrast to his earlier exhortations he spoke in a quietly dangerous voice now.

"You did not comply with my direction so I will be forced to enforce them." He raised his voice. "Let this be a lesson to any who decide to disobey any of my instructions!" And with that he began cutting. The first expertly controlled slash split the collar of her shirt. A meaty fist wrapped around the collar and yanked. The front of her cotton shirt split in two equal halves. Next to go were the sleeves. He yanked the shirt off and tossed it to the ground. Next to go were the shorts which he also sliced off of her. Her sandals followed and finally he made two cuts on her bra, each on the strap under her arms. He yanked and the garment came away in his hand. Last he crouched down and slid the knife up her hip, leaving a thin red graze then catching under the elastic band and yanking out hard. Her panties spilled to the ground and he straightened up, satisfied. He re-sheathed his blade and retook his station at the head of the formation of now naked girls.

An instructor for each line moved through and took each girls measurements along with asking their shoe size. With that complete they hurried into a nearby building and silence reigned.

 

[Darkest Desires]

Megan smirked as the junior officer was waved away. But the smirk quickly melted away as the Sergant pulled out a lethal looking knife. Megan went to run but the officers held her firm at the Sergant's command. Instantly she began to struggle violently but she grimaced in pain as the two officers who held her squeezed her wrists just hard enough to ensure compliance and to stop her struggles. So, she stood there...her breathing quickening with fear as he slowly made his way down the line towards her, brandishing the knife as he stopped in front of her. Even in her predicament she couldn't stop her troublesome tounge. "Wow...big knife. Maybe the knife in your hand is a replacement for the weapon you're missing between your legs?"

Despite her cocky words, if one looked closely- you could see a flicker of fear in her eyes. And the officers holding her could feel the tension in her body as the knife neared her. A gasp flew from her lips as he tore her collar, and she relaxed slightly as realization dawned that he wasn't going to torture her but merely cut away the offending garments from her body. Megan refused to react from there on in, keeping her eyes fixed straight ahead. Swallowing her shame as he unveiled her body bit by bit. The calm mask slipped as he nicked her inner thigh, she gasped in pain. But quickly regained her composure, fixing her face into a new mask of boredom. Megan watched him stride away with narrowed eyes. Looking away as he looked over at her. When the instructor's asked her measurements, she reluctantly complied and told them her size. Raising an eyebrow as they rushed into a nearby building.

Megan yawned loudly, a few girls throwing her warning looks which she ignored. "As fun as this is Sir. Are we gonna' be going to sleep soon? I'm just a bit tired ya know?"

 

[OverlordMatt]

Roberts merely remained staring blankly ahead, his eyes covered by the shadow of his cap as they jumped from girl to girl taking in their nude features in a single glance. A junior instructor called. "Cadets will not speak unless spoken to." And made a tick mark on the paper secured to his clipboard. The three instructors from earlier returned, now each pushed a cart full of clothing for the cadets. Each girl's uniform consisted of a white wifebeater, a pair of fatigue pants, a single pair of socks and black combat boots. No undergarments were provided but each beater was a size smaller than the girl had indicated, leading to all the girls straining against their shirts. They quickly dressed, most not questioning the lack of bra and panties. Once every girl was dressed the juniors lined up, one for each row of girls in the formation. "Look to your right! The man there is your squad leader. He is your Christ. I am your god! These men will teach you how to behave at Camp Muir and listening to them is in your best interest. Move out!" The squad leaders started leading their units away to barracks. "Sergeant Graves, I believe Megan has earned herself a punishment detail wouldn't you agree?" The black clad man merely nodded. He turned and shouted. "Your punishment will begin at 0500 hours tomorrow." And with that the girls were led away to their barracks where they received instruction on how to stand in formation, salute, and keep their barracks spotless. Finally they were informed that they were to shave every morning as necessary and any hair found anywhere but their heads would result in a very special kind of punishment detail.

Roberts slept soundly, dreaming of what he would to to Megan on her punishment detail.

 

[Darkest Desires]

Megan grinned and rolled her eyes, trying to get the other girls to laugh along but they simply avoided her gaze, already marking her out as someone who'd get them into trouble if they hung out with her. Their rejection hurt Megan, but she quickly brushed it off- deciding that she'd get through this on her own. And she wouldn't let some muscly man in a silly hat break her will. Megan eyed the uniforms, noticing that the tops were too small but shrugging it off. When the cart reached her, she shook her handcuffed hands again, and with a sigh one of the instructors pulled a small handcuff key from his pocket and unlocked them. She winced as blood started rushing back into her wrists. The instructor shoved the uniform at her, waiting for her to put them on before moving down the line. Megan looked down at herself with amusment, the too tight tops were obviously for the men's perverse pleasure. It wasn't gucci...but it was clothing- and that was better than walking around naked.

The word 'punishment' sent a shiver of fear down her spine. But Megan refused to allow the emotion to stay long on her face, and she quickly pulled her bored mask back on. As they were led back to the barracks, Megan muttered to herself..."The fucking psycopath thinks he's God? What a nutcase..." She was quickly told to shut her trap and they were led into sparcely furnished barracks. Megan yawned as the instructor drawled on, eyeing her bed. Finally, when they were ordered into bed and the lights were turned off, plunging them into darkness.

And as sleep embraced her, Megan's last though was what would her punishment be?

 

[OverlordMatt]

At five the next morning Sergeant Graves stormed into the barracks, looking for all the world as if he hadn't so much as relaxed the night before. Megan was pulled roughly out of bed and shoved a bright red ball gag into her protesting mouth before a word could exit it. Holding her arms tight to her sides the sergeant led her out into the relatively cool morning air. As the day wore on the temperature and humidity would both sky rocket. Those on the beach could count on the sea breeze to give them relief from the baking heat but the camp was sheltered by the thick press of swampland that surrounded it. Graves marched her through the dark camp and down a thin wooden bridge over a patch of swamp and finally onto a bare dirt field 100 yards square. Across from the gap in the tress they had emerged from stood Master Sergeant Roberts, again with the black fatigues and matching boonie cap. Graves marched the girl toward Roberts who completely ignored the pair of them until Graves had presented himself with a snap to attention and a smart salute.

"Sir, Sergeant Graves presents Cadet Megan for morning inspection and punishment detail as directed." Roberts nodded and returned.

"Have your platoon up, showered and dressed for morning PT at 0630." Graves saluted again and jogged off back toward the barracks. Roberts looked at the girl standing in front of him up and down. "Now Cadet Megan you have been marked for." He made a show of thinking of the exact transgressions before continuing on. "Speaking out of turn, failing to comply to a direct order, noncompliance, and insulting a superior officer. Also your verbal abuse on the bus yesterday has earned you more counts of insulting a superior officer, speaking out of turn, and non compliance. Additionally you had to be restrained which will greatly increase the severity of your punishments. As with every morning I will inspect you to ensure you are in compliance with each of our mandated uniform codes. Undress now." He stepped close to her. "And disobeying me out here is not a wise idea." He spat each word with malice and an underlying venom that showed hoe deeply he meant it.

 

[Darkest Desires]

Megan was wrenched from her dreams by the arms- literally. Her eyes snapped open in confusion, and she struggled violently as she was dragged from the cosy nest she had made. She was about to protest when a ball gag was shoved roughly into her mouth. Her blue eyes flashed with anger and she squirmed in the Sergant's grip, but he was strong...and he simply pulled her along un-dettered. It was way too early to be awake, and her bleary eyes looked around her with growing apprehension as she remembered the reason for her rude morning wake up call - punishment. Megan swallowed hard, dragging her feet as she was lead across a bridge and onto a dirt field. They came to a stop in front of the same imposing Sergant from yesterday. And her eyes narrowed upon seeing him.

Megan watched the exchange between the two men, and was relieved when the sergant dropped her arms and left. But the relief quickly disintigrated as he stepped towards her and listed her rule breaks. And she stepped back as he issued the last command. Instantly crossing her arms under her armpits and shaking her head. Mumbling against the gag. Realizing her hands were now free, and not caring if it was breaking any more rules, she reached behind her head and fiddled with the buckle until it came loose. Meg grabbed the gag and threw it on the floor.

"There is no fucking way I'm stripping, not in front of you again." Before injecting her own venom into the word, "Sir." Megan frowned as one of the rules flashed through her head from the night before...They had to shave all of the hair from their body...well, she hadn't had the time as she'd been so rudely woken up. There was still a strip of hair, just how she liked it.

 

[OverlordMatt]

Roberts nodded, seemingly to himself. The large man then drew himself up and without any perceptible warning launched himself at the solitary girl. Calloused hands extended toward her thighs and looped around them before squeezing them to his chest and standing before letting her own gravity take them toward his back. Roberts had a single boot planted in the dirt and spun agilely on it. The pair of them reversed position and instead of her landing on him she went down hard with his bulk between her legs. First the right and then the left leg looped up and around her in the moment of her disorientation and within seconds he was straddling her in the dirt. "Another failing to comply with a direct order, as well as noncompliance. And your first uniform violation. Cadets will not act in any manner that leads, purposefully of coincidentally to their uniform becoming soiled. And I will also be restraining you again." The speech done he set about disrobing the girl. First he deftly unfastened the button of her pants that was directly opposite his before his hands worked under the hem of her shirt and found purchase. The sharp tug of the garment let him know she was resisting again and he mentally added to the tally of her code violations.

 

[Darkest Desires]

Megan watched, waiting to see what he would do. But she was caught off guard when he rushed her and pulled her tightly to his chest by grasping her thighs. She struggled to get free, but his strength was incredible, and if felt like he was squeezing the life out of her. She cried out as they fell to the ground, hitting the foor hard and causing Megan to grimace in pain. The weight of him straddling her legs told her she'd been caught off guard again. Meg chewed her lip as he listed her violations, making note that she'd made new ones. As she felt the Sergant pull at her pants button, she instantly began struggling again, especially as he tugged the tank top she wore. Her blue eyes were wild with panic, and the first flickerings of fear. She glared up at him, "Tell me Sir, why the fuck have I got to be naked for a bloody punishment?!" Megan could feel his muscles pressed up against her, and any other place or situation...and she would have been trying to seduce this type of guy.

 

[OverlordMatt]

"You don't." He said and then qualified the statement. "You have to be naked for your daily inspection." He said and then sat back pensively. "If I let you up will you just undress for the inspection?" He knew that bargaining was always favorable to force when it came to teens. If they though they had power it was easier to control them.

 

[Darkest Desires]

Megan eyed him suspiciously, sure that there was some plan behind her stripping- other than 'inspection.' She sighed as his face remained blank, his hands still firmly grasping her, reminding her that if she said no, he strip her anyway. And doing it herself was better than him doing it for her. Megan nodded reluctantly, shifting uncomfortably beneath him. Waiting for him to get off her.