Chapter One

Jamie Connel hadn't been first in her class, nor tenth for that matter. She had been in the upper ten per-cent, though, and considered her present duties, that of a glorified secretary to Major Fox, to be frustratingly unchallenging.

After all, she'd gone through the combat courses, the drill instructions, the army regulations and codes and everything else, with the intention of becoming a soldier, just like her father and grandfather and great-grandfather. Now here she was typing and filing and answering the phone, in a hot, sweaty, out of the way part of the Paraguayan jungle.

Oh sure, her title was assistant to the deputy chief of staff for the base, but that was a paper title really. It didn't mean anything. She glanced at the silver bar on her collar as she fixed her blouse in the mirror and made a wry face. She could do the same stuff as a civilian and make twice as much money.

She wouldn't have to put up with the crap she did in the army either, like the snide remarks of superior officers, almost all of them men, or the little room just down the hall in the main administration building, that she called her home.

She gazed around a final time before leaving. If she were a civilian, she wouldn't have to worry about keeping her room spic and span either. Nobody would drop by for snap inspections, or criticise her if she left a pair of socks on the floor.

She picked up her hat and adjusted it carefully. Major Fox was a real by-the-book stickler for detail, straight arrow officer. Truth be told, she scared the hell out of Jamie, who was also in awe of the tall, powerfully built woman.

Jamie's own body had barely passed muster. She was in good shape really, but kind of short. She'd stood so straight at the physical, she'd been worried her back would creak, but she'd passed the height requirement, barely.

Elsewhere, she was, she thought, soft, despite daily workouts. If she were a civilian, she'd be considered very fit, but in the army, and especially compared to Major Fox, she was a weakling, far too feminine and weak and fragile.

Her breasts were too big, for one thing. They were only thirty four-D, but on her small, slim frame, took on grandiose proportions, distorting the clean line of her uniform and drawing disrespectful stares from both officers and enlisted men.

Her hair was too long also, though within regulations. Major Fox's hair was as short as most of the men's, but despite her admiration for the Major, Jamie just couldn't bring herself to cut her just shy of shoulder length straight brown hair any further.

Her face was too delicate as well, she though, morosely, as she ran a finger along her lower lip to make sure only a trace of lipstick was there. She had the cutesy pie face of a girl, with wide green eyes and pert little nose and mouth. Major Fox had a strong, oval face, with strong jaw and narrow blue eyes.

Still, there was little choice for her, she sighed. Her parents would be incredibly disappointed in her if she left after only a year and a half, not that she could. She'd signed up for five years and Major Fox wasn't about to let her out early for any reason.

She gave her skirt a final yank, then opened the door of her room and headed down the hall to the office. As she turned the corner into the wide corridor of the building proper, she passed a number of enlisted men, all of whom eyed her appreciatively.

She reached the main offices a minute later and then passed through to Major Fox's rooms. She pursed her lips warily as she opened the door and saw the Major sifting through the documents on her desk. She looked up with a glare as Jamie came in.

"About time you got here, Connel,” she snapped.

"Where the hell is the ECS-4 form for this month?"

"It's in my out basket, Major,” Jamie replied, sighing inwardly.

It was going to be another one of those days if the Major was in one of her bitchy moods.

"Why the hell isn't it in my in basket?" Fox scowled.

"It had the wrong figures for consumption, Ma'am, so I'm returning it for correction."

"Well, why the hell didn't you tell me that before?"

"Sorry, ma'am."

The Major stood straight and glared down at Jamie, her eyes scanning her uniform and hair quickly, looking for anything out of place. Jamie stood straight, waiting for a criticism, but Fox simply grunted and returned to her own office, slamming the door.

Jamie sighed in relief and put her purse down beside the desk, then sat down to get at the day's paperwork. As much as she admired the Major, there were some days that it just didn't pay to be around the woman.

Any day that the base was on alert, as it had been for the last three, was one of those days. It was just a stupid practice, she knew, but it made all the senior officers testy and snappish.

There was a knock at the door and Captain Rawlins came in.

"Hi, Jamie."

"Good Morning, Captain."

"Is she in a good mood?"

Jamie silently shook her head, and Rawlins screwed up his face.

"Maybe I'll come back."

Just then the Major's door opened and she came out.

"Rawlins. Good. I want to see you. Come in my office."

"Yes, Ma'am,” Rawlins said.

Fox closed the door behind her and Jamie got started on the morning mail. Before long she could hear the Major's voice coming through the door, angrily berating Rawlins for something or other.

"What kind of an imbecile do you take me for?" Fox yelled. There was a pause.

"Don't give me any of your half-assed excuses, Rawlins. If you aren't up to the work, I'll see if some missile silos need guarding in Alaska! Now get your skinny ass out of here and bring back a positive report before noon! Or else!"

The door opened and the Captain hurried out, looking dishevelled and angry. He hurried out through the office without a second glance. Major Fox came through the door a moment later.

"Connel! Where's my coffee?"

"Right away, Ma'am!" Jamie jumped up, cursing herself for getting distracted.

"Don't you have any brains in that bleached skull of yours, Connel? Or are they all in your tits?"

Jamie flushed.

"I'm sorry ma'am. You aren't usually in yet and I usually open the mail before turning on the coffee."

"Oh, well then," The Major said, with exaggerated apology.

"I'm sorry. It's all my fault. Why don't you draw up a schedule for me, Connel, listing when I can come and go... IN MY OWN OFFICE!"

Jamie winced as the Major went into her office and slammed the door. Yes. It was definitely going to be one of those days.

***

It was after eight before Jamie was finally able to get back to her room. The Major had run her ragged all day, demanding everything be done at once and snapping and snarling when it wasn't.

The only consolation for Jamie had been that it surely wasn't personal. Fox had snapped off the head of every man and woman who'd come into her office today, except for General Parker, of course.

She hadn't even gone for dinner. The Major had had her order sandwiches for the both of them and she'd had to make do with munching at her desk. Hopefully things would be better tomorrow. She stripped, had a shower and a bit of pizza, then went to bed, determined to finish a mystery novel she was reading.

She finally gave up when the clock showed eleven. She had to be up by six tomorrow after all. She turned out the light and fell into a fitful sleep.

***

It was four in the morning when there was a pounding at her door. She started out of a dream in which giant paper eating monsters were devouring all the paperwork she'd done in the last year, to find an angry Major Fox standing over her.

She blinked dazedly, then jumped out of bed and stood at attention.

"Connel! You sleep like you're dead! What kind of a soldier are you, anyway!?"

"Sorry Ma'am!" Jamie stammered.

"I have to run a snap inspection of the inner perimeter. Get dressed."

"Yes, Ma'am!" Jamie gulped, starting for her closet.

"Just a second,” Fox growled.

Jamie stopped instantly, falling back into attention. Major Fox stomped over and stood in front of her, her eyes sliding up and down Jamie's body. Jamie sighed inwardly. She was wearing pink string bikini panties and a ragged pink tank top that fell only a few inches below her breasts.

Fox, of course, was wearing full regulation uniform, including an officer's baton, which she was patting her left palm with.

"Well. Aren't we sexy?" Fox sneered.

Jamie blushed and bit her tongue.

"Didn't the army issue you with a full regulation uniform, Connel?" she snapped.

"Yes, Ma'am!" Jamie gulped.

"And didn't it come with underwear?"

"Yes, ma'am!"

"And doesn't the army uniform code prescribe wearing that underwear while on duty?"

"Yes, Ma'am!"

"And are you not considered to be on duty twenty-four hours a day while the base is on alert?"

"Yes ma'am!"

"THEN TAKE THEM OFF!" she screamed into Jamie's face.

Jamie quickly jerked the tank top up and over her shoulders, dumping it at her feet, then bent down, sliding the panties down to he ankles and stepping out of them. She stood up at attention once more, leaving the clothes on the floor in front of her.

Major Fox stood a foot away, her eyes boring holes into Jamie's skull, then sliding, scornfully down her naked body. Jamie stood as still as she could, her eyes looking over the Major's shoulder. She knew her skin was blushing red, but could do nothing about it.

"Well, thank God for you, Connel,” Fox sniffed.

"Our country is safe with the likes of you protecting it."

She slid the baton out and poked the end against Jamie's meaty left breast, pushing the rounded end deep into the soft flesh. The tip, slightly smaller than a ping pong ball, was made of metal., and was cold against Jamie's warm flesh.

"Who would dare attack us with soldiers like you around?" the Major jeered.

Jamie blushed even more darkly, but kept quiet.

"You know what I see in front of me, Connel?" The Major hissed.

"No Ma'am!" Jamie gasped.

"I don't see a soldier, Connel. That's for God Damned sure!"

Jamie didn't reply. The Major's baton pulled back then poked underneath her right breast, lifting the mammary upward slightly on her chest, before letting it fall back down.

"I see a pussy, Connel. I see a boy-toy. A man's plaything. Do you think you're a soldier, Connel?"

"Yes, Ma'am!"

"Well, you're not! The best position for you would be on your hands and knees!"

"Tha... that's not..."

"What!?"

"That's not... not fair, Ma'am,” Jamie stuttered.

"Isn't it? You don't think so?"

"N...no, Ma'am."

Major Fox stood straight, staring down at Jamie disdainfully. She slid her baton down across Jamie's belly. Jamie fought the urge to jerk back as the cold metal tickled against her soft skin. It slid down to her slight thatch of pussy hair, then Jamie's drew in a ragged breath as it touched the top of her pussy slit.

"Connel. It's women like you who give us all a bad name,” Fox said. "You're weak, both in the body and the mind. You have no control over your emotions or anything else. How do you think we're going to get any respect in this army with little pieces of fluff like you running around?"

As she talked, Fox was rubbing the round end of the baton slowly up and down against the top of Jamie's pussy, right against her clitty. Jamie clenched her hands into tight fists, willing herself not to move or display any emotion or reaction.

The Major kept rubbing the baton, pressing it hard against her softness. Then she eased it lower and pushed upward. The round ball pushed against Jamie's pussy lips, then eased them aside and popped into her sex. Jamie stood absolutely still, slightly stunned but not daring to object.

The Major kept talking, telling Jamie what a waste of money it had been to train her, how her real career was in nude pin-ups or in a bordello. She pulled the round little head out of Jamie's pussy entrance and started rubbing it against her clitty again.