Army Girl! (Jack Stalker and GracieParker)

[Jack Stalker]

Army Girl!​

It was well known that you needed to break someone down in order to build them back up in the army, of course that only applied to men who you wanted to follow orders in combat. It didn't apply to officers, Drill instructors or to the women who served in the armed forces. Women? In combat? The very thought was laughable and behind the scenes, away from the politics and public eye, everyone knew that women served only one purpose in the military (especially the Navy, but also widely in the Army). It was to service the men, help boost morale and to provide comfort to the soldiers who did their duty and risked their lives each day. They were fuck toys, sluts, whores and holes to cum in. Each selected, trained, punished and driven to become efficient sluts for the use of the men. Some were ear marked for officer use as soon as they enlisted, others were given as rewards for services rendered. Kristen Steward was one such girl, assigned to the top and most successful instructor to use as he saw fit, Damon Hounsou. When he laid eyes on her, he knew that there was only going to be one use for her fit young body. Having been assigned to go to Iraq in the upcoming week's he knew that he would need to take a 'fresh' woman with him, as the ones out there had likely been ruined already by the desperate and repeated fucking they would have been exposed to. Kirsten was going to be his personal assistant, his aide, his hot young fuck toy, as soon as he was through with her instructional training. He knew she was intelligent enough to know what went on in the army, perhaps she was even looking forward to it? Regardless he was going to ensure that by the time he was ready to ship out, she would be in perfect shape to accompany him.

She was in a mixed sex batch for training and already he had punished any man who dared to look at or approach her, to the point where now she was largely shunned by her fellow soldiers, ether through fear of what he would do to them in the form of punishment beatings or assigning exhausting impossible tasks, through to being forced to endure torture like attention, based on sex and looks. Whether she had noticed or not, it was clear that private Steward was his property now, as much as that of the Army, his to use, abuse and train as he saw fit. Now, only a few days after she had been taken into the training barracks set up on a military base in Saudi, he was ready to step up her training and take it to the next level. He would no longer rely on simple verbal chastisement and exhausting exercises, now there would be a close physical elements brought into play, as it was time to show the cock teasing little slut that serving in a mans army brought special rewards and privileges, eventually, to those who knew how to obey and comply with the orders of a superior officer. He was being assigned a Captain, naturally, and her presence was going to provide him with much entertainment, now and when he eventually departed.

Heading into the barracks, early in the morning after having the squad run through drills until late the previous night, would bring him all the excuse he needed to isolate her from the group for some morning training. Training which would ensure that her flesh bent to his will. It took only a few moments, waling along the rows of privates all standing to attention in their combat pants, boots and tight sleeveless vests, to spot some lazy bed making next to Private Steward. A moment later and he was barking his disgust. "You had one job Private, to make your bed. Insolence, disobedience and refusal to follow orders is something which cannot be tolerated in this army. You just bought your unit a three mile hike in full gear. As for you, come with me." he growled, reaching out her grabbed her by her hair and dragged her from the barracks, a trip many others had been forced to make. Marching her painfully through corridors until they reached his discipline room, deep in the headquarters building. A simple room, barren except for a chair in the middle and a bare metal frame of a bed against one wall. restraints dangling from its corner posts. The room was coated with fractured decaying plaster and had splatters of blood decorating the walls, floor and a hook fixed to the ceiling. A lone light bulb lit the place and a single table next to the chair supported a metal briefcase, atop which was an electric razor. Damon wasted no time dragging Kristen down onto the chair, then moving to stand in front of her. "You need to understand two things private Steward. What you should be doing to obey orders and what we are going to be doing to you, to help you be a better soldier." he grinned. "First this needs to go." he tugged at her hair, “So that you can’t be dragged about so easily by an enemy, for example. Second we need to make sure that in doing so your uniform isn't tarnished by your hairs. So strip." he gave her a simple command, but the look in his eyes would have revealed that, just like everyone else who looked her way, he was already raping her with his gaze, mentally fucking her as he looked her up and down. Fewer and fewer of her fellow privates looked at her that way now, after punishments and beatings, until only his eyes seared her flesh and raked back and forth over her during exercises and training gym sessions.

Standing there, unashamedly sporting a hard on which bulged out and strained at his own combats, he waited for compliance. "As for the rest of the situation, you have to realise that you are a liability Private Steward. A privileged white bitch, in a mans army? If you were captured, and a hot piece of white ass like you would certainly be captured rather than shot! You would be raped to rags, made drunk on Iraqi cock, forced to sell out your unit, your fellow soldiers, all for one more fuck. Your cunt is more valuable than gold among their kind, your flesh a commodity to be traded, used and abused. Well, before that happens you need to be trained against such things. You need to be taught that Iraqi's tiny cocks are no match for an American soldiers. You need to be taught that a cunt can only have one master, that you can only have one true calling, to serve your commanding officer and to follow his every order and whim.." he explained, moving behind her and clicking on the razor, the buzzing sound filling the room as he waited to begin shaving her head until she was naked. "You’re not here to be assigned to fight in some random front line unit. No, Private Steward, you are far too precious for that. No, you have been selected to serve one man, one master. I think you now what I mean you spoiled little white bitch." he told her, bringing his eyes up to hers. "Now, strip, so we can get things started." he finished, grabbing her by the hair once more, pulling her onto her feet. "Remove your vest..." he moved his hand to her shoulder, stroking it down her back, "...and your pants." he slapped her ass, his powerful hand filling the room with a resounding echo as it smacked against her firm taut ass. "Show me that you can do as you are fucking told girl. Unless you think you are too special to lose your hair, too precious to be punished in this way.. in which case I am prepared to listen to your arguments to the contrary." he leaned in, his hot breath on her ear, the back of her neck, his body pressing against hers for a moment from behind. "I am prepared to have you convince me otherwise."

 

[GracieParker]

Kristen remembered the exact look her mom had on her face when she told her parents that she had just joined the army. She had been sitting across them in an armchair in their living room. Confusion and incomprehension displayed distinctly on her mothers features as it was impossible for Mrs. Steward to understand why her daughter would do such a thing. Her precious fragile girl, didn't she had everything a young woman could ask for? It was something that nearly brought her to tears. Kristens father was a different matter though. He had a concerned look on his face as well, yet there was also cleary pride in his bright green eyes. The same green eyes that had looked back at him expectantly from across the room. Mister Steward was a veteran himself, a true patriot who held the armed forces in high regard, despite the more leftist liberal approach they had taken in the upbringing of their daughter. That was to be owed to the world view of his wife though. They had voiced their concerns that day and her mother had tried everything to change her mind but it was all for naught. Kristen had made her decision. "I have signed the contract mom, I am going to do this! I am gonna serve my country and make it a better place!" She had said and with that the conversation had been pretty much over. How could one argue with that? Her parents did not and the young brunette was quite happy that it went over without a bigger fight. Especially because she was not sure that she could have held up her reasoning behind her decision if her parents had made her the subject of intense questioning. The truth was, Kristen was not rally a patriot, she did not really care about the country or its security. What she truly cared about was getting out of this situation she was in, out of the constructed reality that made her sick to her stomach. She wanted to go away from the poisonous environment where women screamed for equality and better payment. Away from a mother that thought her daughter was the next poster child of the next successful generation, a future lawyer or CEO of a big tech company. Kristen wanted away from the unjustified entitlement that people of her age were carrying around like a cloak, away from men that behaved like women. She had become sick of the way men had treated her throughout her teenage years. Though it was most likely not the fault of the guys, but that of the mothers who had raised them, mothers like Kristens. She remembered her own mother forcing those ideals down her throat. "True men show feelings Kristen", she had said. "Stay away from those jocks who think hitting another person makes them more of a man." After a few months of that Kristen had started to ignore her mothers empty phrases, they just did not reflect what was inside herself.

The slim brunette felt entirely different about the world. She liked real men, guys who are not afraid to take a stance. Guys who defend whats theirs, with violence if need be. Once in high school Kristen had witnessed two boys having an argument about a girl until one of the guys knocked the other one out. Even though it had nothing to do with her, it had made her feel excited. So when the time came to decide on the next step of her life it was clear to her that she needed to get out of this wet dream for leftist feminists who did not truly wanted equality, they wanted to subjugate men. In Kristens mind though, men had to be men. Therefore she pondered her options and after only a few days the military seemed the obvious choice. An institution that is made up almost entirely of men, where testosterone levels are running high and relief is on short supply. Where guys who distinguish themselves as alpha males get to climb up the rankings and weaklings get left behind. That was a reality that was much more align with the world view Kristen had and she was already looking forward to the guys competing over her. Despite having a rather unconventional world view for this day and age, Kristen was not stupid or delusional. She knew that guys liked her pale skin, her lean body and her long legs. It would be as if one put a goldfish into a shark tank.
Only a quick research had enlightened her in the ways most women are treated in the military. There is the public conception that ponders to the left winged weaklings and there is the truth. Women are often subjected to misogyny and are expected to serve not only their country, but also the men who defend it. It was her opportunity to finally encounter some real men.

Up on arriving at her designated bootcamp it seemed like Kristens christmas and birthday had come early. The drill instructor that had been assigned to her mixed gender company was Damon Hounsou, a tall muscular black man who was everything a man should be and more. Right from the get go he showed no compassion to anyone, punishing every little misstep with no mercy and leaving no doubt about who was in charge. The young brunette was immediately taken in by his alpha male aura. This was the kind of man she was looking for, not those crybabies back home. There had been other guys in the bootcamp who tried their best to compete for her attention as she had predicted. She even had shown slight interest in one or two, yet their behaviour changed with every day that passed. The reason behind this was drill instructor Hounsou. He had punished and exhausted every man who had shown interest in her in such an excessive way that her fellow recruits has deemed it not worth it anymore. Unlike in the pamphlets it was not uncommon for Hounsou to dish out beatings and other sanctions that would probably not hold up in front of the Geneva Convention, yet no one would dare to speak about it publicly. The men high above tolerated his style for a good reason. The recruits that came out of his guidance were the best soldiers the army had to offer. He would take in boys, get rid of the weaklings and produce dangerous killing machines. The best of the best. Kristen had asked herself in the beginning how she ended up in his company but after a few days it became quite obvious. The way he punished every guy who craved her company until all her fellow recruits ignored her, the way he seemed to have it out for her when he was administering punishment. The guys had understood quite quickly and the brunette was not far behind in the realization that she had been chosen by him. She would be the one and he would not let any lesser man chime in and disrupt his conquest. Therefore it was no surprise that she was included in the list of roughly 1/3 of the recruits in Hounsous company to go with him to a military base in Saudi Arabia. It was uncommon, but the tall black instructor was enjoying a certain freedom within the rules that others would not even dream off. Kristen was the only female recruit that was included in the redeployment to the middle east. Officially her company was about to see some combat action in Iraq, yet the young woman had no doubt why she was there with the guys. It was unlikely she would see a real firefight, though she would be ready if it came to it, she was craving something else entirely anyway. The tension that had been building since day one between her and drill instructor Hounsou was close to rupturing and she was curious as to what would finally do it.

Catching herself with a warm tingling between her legs whenever he was screaming at her, or punishing a male recruit that had been talking to her, Kristen felt the need to push her luck a bit. Knowing full well that her superior officer did not tolerate imperfection she purposefully left visible winkled on her bed after she got up, almost eagerly awaiting his reaction. Just before he arrived at her bunk her fellow recruit Private Graves pointed out her mistake. "Steward, your bed, what are you doing you crazy bitch? He will punish us all!" He whispered next to her. "Shut your fucking mouth Graves!" She spat back under her breath. The following screaming sparked that tingling again inside her as he was chewing her out in front of everybody. The fact that the whole company was being send on a three mile hike in full gear was something she could not care less about as it seemed that she had achieved her goal. He had finally singled her out, a moment she had been anticipating for a while now and she was eager to find out what would be waiting for her. The moment his big hand grabbed a fistful of her brown mane caused a whispered sigh of excitement to leave her mouth. Forcefully he dragged her along the corridors, almost making her stumble and fall down, yet the firm grip did not losen up one bit. When the arrived in his discipline room, another jolt of thrill drenched her insides. It looked more like a torture room than a discipline room. The single light above, the chair in the middle but especially the metal bed frame against the wall with the restraints in the corners reminded her of some torture scenes she had seen in movies and which now triggered the wildest fantasies involving her restraint to that frame inside her mind. She could feel her breathing getting heavier already. After he had placed her on the chair he started to talk about him helping her and the second time this day he grabbed her hair, suggesting it needed to go, was the first time she felt disagreement. Her hair was an asset, something that made her desirable. At the notice of having to strip however this thought was pushed back and the excitement was back. The way he casually disregarded all the rules and laws was another reason to be utterly impressed with his persona.

He did not stop there however, but explained how she was nothing more than a liability. Meat for the enemy to ravage which would cause her to betray her country if she did not know better and that was something he wanted to teach her. Even though she was in that moment only craving his attention, the thought of getting raped to rags by the enemy forces did sound appealing, though she would never admit that. When he pulled her to her feet by her hair and slapped her firm ass she could not help but to let out another gasp. With the razor in his hand her thought turned back to her hair once more and she searched inside her head for a reason not to let him shave her head. He offered to listen to her argument and as she was not to keen to lose the hair she thought of something, carefully choosing her words as she was full aware that rubbing him the wrong way could end up very bad for her. She turned around, freeing herself from his shadow momentarily. "Sir, you said the enemy could use my hair to drag me around. The private would like to request her superior officer to teach her in the hand to hand combat techniques that would be required to prevent that from happening despite the length of her hair. Her green eyes locked onto his, the smooth skin on her face not betraying the emotional bomb that was ticking inside her mind.

 

[Jack Stalker]

Damon Hounsou was drunk on the power he wielded, the power he was granted. He had provided so many fuck toys to so many officers that he knew he was actually too important where he was to ever be promoted too far from an active training role, but occasionally he could select a tour elsewhere as a sort of reward, occasionally he could divert a hot trainee to use for his own purposes. Finally he had one with the looks worthy of his attentions, a slim, hot, tight and toned white girl who would be serving him not only as a soldier, but as his own personal fuck slave, a far cry from the days when the situation may have been reversed. No, instead of being some tool to be used as entertainment for a rich white girl who wanted to live dangerously and experience legendary black cock, now he was the one in charge, he was the one who got to ruin some fuckers innocent looking little white girl, with his massive black cock. Kristen looked like she was begging for it and he was going to be the one to answer her unheard silent prayers. He'd been sporting a hard cock for her for far too long now. Enough was enough! Now that he was alone with her, up close to her, he could smell her scent, feel the heat from her breath, almost taste her flesh beneath his lips and tongue. His cock was hungry for the white meat that had been gifted to him and it was going to slake its thirst no matter what.

He smirked as she spoke, shaking his head a little before he raised his hand. The loud slap of hard flesh on soft resounded through the room, echoing off the walls, as his palm left a large fading red print on her left cheek. Then his powerful hands were on her, one in her hair, the other on her throat, carrying her off her feet and several steps before slamming her into the plaster wall behind her. He let the impact knock the wind out of her, before wresting her about to face the wall, one hand still in her hair, forcing her face against the crumbling wall as his other hand moved to lightly throttle her from behind. he leaned into her, letting her feel his massive cock through his pants as it strained against them, pushing against her firm taut ass cheeks as he pinned her in place. "That's no fucking argument Private Steward. First of all you will address me as Sergeant. I work for a fucking living! I work training disobedient, insolent, dumb little whores like you how to best serve their country. White girls who are so fucking hungry for cock that they join the army. Don't think I don't know how it is with sluts like you Kristen. Daddies little girl wanted to go and play in the army? Maybe cock tease or fuck her way to the top? That's not how it works in the real world, you little bitch. Out here sluts do as they are fucking told, they do as men tell them to. They obey their fucking master." he growled, biting her earlobe, squeezing it with his sharp white teeth until he allowed it to slip free. His lips burring against her cheek as he spoke against her.

He moved his free hand away from her throat, keeping her slammed against the wall by the fistful of hair he had in his hands. "This only illustrates how easy it is to make you do what I fucking want with you." he snarled, tugging on her hair sharply, yanking her head back. "Teaching you how to fight? What purpose does that serve? You are a fucking girl. You can't beat a man in a fight. You don't have the mass, muscle or will to win in a fight. Physics and reality have you beat before you even fucking start. No Kristen, you aren't her to fight, you are here to fuck, like I fucking told you Private." he smirked, his amusement reflected in his tone as he shifted his grip, his hand around her neck and hair now, as he held her there, helpless against his superior power and size. He dominated her with word and presence, as his other hand moved to his belt. Sliding the knife he had there out of its sheath on his utility belt he moved the blade to her face, stroking the dull edge along her cheek, before moving the sharp edge to her vest and slashing it open. With enough shredded he moved to roughly tear it off her, exposing her tits to brush against the wall, her nipples dragging on the surface as he manhandled her about until her garment was shredded rags on the floor. "Teach you to fight? That's not a real argument, it makes me think you wanted this to happen. You wanted to get your proper training." he told her. He jammed the knife into the wall nearby, joining so many other vertical slits in the wall which were already there.

He kicked her feet apart, stretching her legs as far as his rough manhandling would allow, then he slipped his free hand around to her front, stroking it down her body between her test until it was crammed into her waistband. He tented the front of her combats as he forced his fingers to slide down her, easing over her groin, until his fingers were crushing down to her slit, his fingertips probing to see if she was wet, his thumb rubbing at her clit hood, his hand pressing against her as he shoved it against her hot flesh. "The only fucking hand to hand technique that could save a girl like you from being dragged about, would be to take hold of her mans cock and stroke him off. You get me? You can't overpower a man Kristen, you're weak. That's good, no one wants to fuck a body building whore who thinks she can compete with her betters. No. You want to keep this?" he tugged harshly on her hair, yanking her head back until he was able to lick a slow line of spit up her throat, his lips searing against her jaw line as he kissed it, "Then reach back, unzip me and take out my fucking cock like a good little white girl. You show me what you can do to make me come. You make me come and maybe I won't shave your fucking hair into a nice regulation buzz cut." he seethed, as he began to crudely stroke his fingers up and down her slit, forcing it open, splaying apart her cunt lips as he finger fucked her slot until he could force a finger deep into her gash. "You think you can order me about? Because you're a privileged little white girl? Some high ranking bastards daughter Or maybe you think you are better than me because I'm black and you are destined fro officer training? Let me correct all of that. You are a fucking whore. My whore. Right now you work for me. you follow my orders, you do what I tell you to. You are a private in my personal fucking army and you will do as you are told or you will be punished until you do. Only then will you be allowed out of this barracks to serve under me until I say otherwise. Understand Private?" he growled.

"I won't lie to you private. Chances are you are going to walk out of here reborn, a very different girl than the one who was dragged in. I'm going to shave your hair, strip you down and put you in your new uniform, before you get moved to your new barracks." he told her, a grin on his face. "You think words can change that? Then beg, plead, scream your fucking lungs out like a white girl taking her first two black dicks. You think you can make me come in your hand to give you another chance? Then get to fucking work! Otherwise you are to pull down your pants, put your hands against the wall and stick out your fucking ass. Those are direct fucking orders now, you little white bitch. You want to be a good little soldier, then follow your fucking orders. No more insolence, no more failing to do basic fucking things. Do as you are fucking told! Hand on my cock, stroking, fisting, or drop your combats and show me that sweet white fucking ass of yours." he hissed, biting her throat, then her ear, then her shoulder as his cunt teasing fingers eased up and out to grasp and claw at the lower swell of her right breast as it slid up her body, fingers flowing over her abs and tracing her oblique’s until they were clutching and squeezing at her tiny tit. "I've never been so fucking hard Kristen. It's rare to get a white girl as fucking hot as you joining up. I have special plans for you, special ways for you to serve your fucking country." he gasped. His cock was almost pissing pre cum right now, he was sure it was leaking through his combats his shaft felt so hard. "Let's see if you have what it takes to buy yourself one more day with hair, bitch. You fight with your cunt, your fingers, your mouth, every hole in your tight young body. That's how you fight, slut."