ONE

 

Casey was elated as she dumped her luggage beside her bunk. After hearing about life in the marines all her life, she was finally going to be a part of it.

She looked down the long row of bunk beds in the narrow barracks.

Unlike normal trainees, she and half a dozen other young women were being brought into a platoon sized group that had already been in training for several weeks. She and the others, already knew enough of the beginning work from summer training they had undertaken before this.

Casey herself had been a military cadet for almost eight years now, since she was ten. She hid the smug grin that threatened to come to her face at the thought of missing the beginning weeks of grueling training the others had been exposed to.

She ran a hand through her short blonde hair. It had already been in a loose pageboy cut before the marine barber had cut it even shorter. She still thought it looked cute. After all, it wasn't nearly as short as the men got.

She sorted through her gear and began to put it away before they were inspected. She and the other new girls were being scrutinized closely by the other young women in the barracks. She expected a certain degree of resentment towards them, but she figured it was worth it.

The first day was loosely structured, and involved tours of the base, and women's compound, as well as instructions in the base rules and such. She knew tomorrow would be much more grueling, but looked forward to it.

Her father was a marine officer and his father before him. Casey had grown up as a rough and tumble tom boy. Even well into her teen years, while other girls her age had turned exclusively to boys and fashions, Casey was still engaging in arm wrestling contests, and spending her days in sports and military practices. This had disappointed more than a few boys, whose interests were aroused by Casey's hourglass figure and pert, elfin face.

In truth, she had come to be more and more interested in boys in other areas besides sports. Strange fantasies often overrode her thinking and lovers occupied her unwilling dreams. She tried to hide this though. It irked her that she had turned into a weak willed girl, all bumps and curves.

Whenever she saw herself naked, she was exasperated by the confusion in her head between arousal and excitement at the smooth, shapely figure she possessed, and irritation at that self same form.

The attentions of the boys infuriated her. She found it horribly embarrassing when they made remarks about her firm oversized breasts and tight, rounded behind.

She tried to hide both underneath long, heavy sweaters, but few boys were fooled. She had accepted a few dates, out of curiosity and suppressed desires. They had usually ended in embarrassment and outrage as the boy slid a hand up under her skirt to touch her between the legs, or darted his hand under her sweater to squeeze her breasts.

What was more, after she'd gone home, she would often catch herself imagining what would have happened had she allowed it, and thinking back wistfully to the feel of the electricity that shot through her body when a boys hand touched it.

Anyway, she thought, she wouldn't have to worry about all that confusion here, that was one of the reasons she'd joined the Marines. And though he had discouraged her, Casey was sure her father was proud of her being accepted.

She was leaning over her footlocker, carefully arranging her gear inside when a hand slid between her legs and squeezed her groin in a tight grip. She yelped and twisted away, falling forward across the footlocker. Harsh laughter erupted from around her. She scrambled angrily to her feet, only to be pushed backwards again, tumbling to the floor.

"Who said you get could up, pussy?" a nasty voice taunted.

She looked up at a large black girl, at least six feet tall, standing at her feet. She was a year or two older than Casey.

"You touch me again and I'll report you!" Casey cried.

A look of anger came over the girl's face. She seemed to turn away, then swiveled around; her booted foot lashed out and kicked Casey directly in the groin.

She gasped, and doubled over in pain, gripping herself. Several girls knelt around her. Casey's arms were pulled behind her and her upper body bent over backwards by someone's grip on her short hair. The black girl jumped down next to her and grinned nastily at her position.

She reached forward and cupped Casey's right breast in her hand squeezing and twisting it sharply. Casey cried out and trembled against the pain.

"You try reporting anything around her slut, and you'll be dead!" the girl hissed, giving her breast a final vicious twist before letting it go and moving away.

The other girls let her go as well, moving off with the black.

A small brunette stepped around her and looked down with a nasty grin.

"She's right, honey. Karen runs this place and don't you forget it."

Casey lay on the floor for several seconds holding her hurting breast in her hand and fighting down the tears struggling to erupt.

A few minutes later, the sergeant came into the barracks for inspection, chewing out almost everyone for the quality of their cleaning or whatever. Casey didn't say anything. She knew the others were right about one thing, nobody liked a snitch, and she could expect worse trouble if she reported the incident.

 

Not long after dinner, they all went to bed, expecting an early day tomorrow. Casey slept soundly. Sleeping in a barracks wasn't new to her. She woke up once, hearing cries coming from somewhere, but they died down quickly and she fell asleep again.

When she woke once more it wasn't because of sounds. She felt strange, and smelled something terrible. She sniffed, wrinkling her nose at the pungent aroma. She jerked her covers aside and found several rotten eggs had been dumped inside with her; she was covered with spoiled, syrupy egg yolks.

She cursed, looking around the silent barracks, for the black girl, but not seeing her. She got out of bed, and yanked her covers off, replacing them with spares from her footlocker, then padded down the quiet row of beds to the showers.

She muttered evil curses as she stripped out of her underwear and stepped into the shower. This was a part of things though, not at all unusual, and she figured, something she'd have to put up with for a couple of weeks at least. She ducked her head under the shower, to clear the last of the soap out.

Suddenly an arm slid around her throat and she was jerked backwards out of the shower. She felt her body pulled tightly against another naked woman, as her right arm was pulled behind her and held painfully in place.

Her eyes flew open and saw the same black girl as earlier, along with half a dozen other women, standing in a loose semi circle around her.

She struggled against the girl holding her, but became aware quickly that the girl was much larger than her. Casey cursed her female weakness and short size. Even for a girl she was short; her head was pillowed against the other girls' breasts.

"Hello, pussy," Karen said with a smirk.

"What do you want?" Casey gasped.

"I want you, sweetie," the girl said with a leer.

The arm around her neck tightened, pulling her half off the floor and strangling her as the black girl moved forward. Her lips came down on Casey's and mashed against her. Casey fought down nausea as the woman's tongue jabbed in between her gasping lips and into her mouth, twisting around there.

Casey bit down on it, making the girl jump back with a cry. Casey struggled against the arms holding her, trying to break free.

"You shouldn't have done that," a voice said next to her ear.

The black kicked out again, right into Casey's groin. Casey grunted as the nausea increased. The black girl stepped forward, and smashed her knee up into Casey's pussy, making the little blonde cry out in pain. Then stepped back and punched her full in the stomach. Once, twice, three times.

"Turn her over!" Karen said angrily.

Casey was twisted around and forced to her knees, as another girl moved to help the one holding her. She was bent forward; her head held against a girls side, her arms locked way up behind her neck. She couldn't move at all. Just as she opened her mouth to scream, a thick dirty rag was shoved into her mouth, and tied in place.

She was in a furious state of rage, struggling hopelessly against the arms holding her. She had never felt so utterly degraded and humiliated in her life, as the girls stood behind her making leering obscene remarks about her bottom and lightly furred pussy slit.

Then she heard a hiss, and a sudden explosion of pain erupted from her buttocks as a belt was brought down against them. She screamed into the rag as the belt whirred through the air and lashed down across her bottom again.

She heard the menacing crack of the belt, smashing into her wet buttocks as it hit. The sound merged with another explosion of raw, blinding hot pain from her buttocks.

"You want to be a bad girl, we'll show you what happens," Karen taunted.

The belt swished down again, and then again, and then again, lashing across her buttocks with unrelenting and vicious thoroughness. Her buttocks burned with fiery pain as Casey jerked forward with each blow.

She felt a hand on her head, patting her as if in comfort as the cruel beating went on. She struggled against the buildup of tears in the corners of her eyes, determined that, despite the humiliation, and pain, she would not cry like some sissy girl.

The repeated crack of the whip impacting on her buttocks filled the room every couple of seconds, until the black girl finally tired, and laid down the belt.

Casey shuddered and bit down on the rag in her mouth. Her ribs rising and falling rapidly as she tried to cope with the pain. A hand in her hair jerked her head up as Karen squatted down in front of her and grinned smugly.

"You starting to get the picture pussy? I run things around here, and the sooner you learn the better."

She smacked Casey in the head and stood up, moving around to her rear again. She felt hands on her legs, forcing them apart, and then another hand cupped her pubic mound.

She cursed into the rag, as the hand rubbed and squeezed her pussy mound gently, then a single finger slid along the slit and pushed inside. Casey jerked against her holders in fear, as the finger twisted up into her virgin hole.

Laughter sprang up all around her as the finger slid in and out. Casey felt her face redden in degradation and shame. Then she heard shouts of encouragement.

She couldn't move her head around to see behind her but abruptly she felt a tremendous pressure, and a horrible pain at her sex as something large, and unrelenting was jammed against her tight, little pussy opening.