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I marched smartly into the general’s office, closed the door behind me and planted myself at attention in front of her desk. I executed a salute so crisp it practically cut the air like a snapped towel. I kept my gaze straight ahead but I could see she was lounged behind her desk wearing camo gear similar to mine. Her hair was down and she wore makeup. She was beautiful… but she was also the big boss.
She returned my salute. “Parade rest, Specialist Richards.”
I immediately spread my feet shoulder wide and clasped my hands behind my back. I was now free to look at her and it was all I could do not to gasp. She was made up as if she were going out to a night on the town. It was a very sexy look combined with her uniform.
“In what region do you think we’re posted, Richards?”
“Well, it was all classified… but I think we’re pretty much in the middle of South America, Ma’am.”
“How did you guess that, Richards? The transport plane didn’t have windows.”
“We took off from Camp Gordon at oh-eight hundred, and I could feel the plane turning south. It was seven hours and the C-17 cruises 500 miles an hour, so we went about 3500 miles. It’s too hot to be Chile. Bolivia sided with Venezuela…so we’re in southern Brazil or Paraguay. I’m guessing the latter. Ma’am.”
General Cassia looked at me like an especially bright pupil and smiled. “That is quite impressive, Ryan. You are far smarter than the average specialist.”
“Thank you, Ma’am.”
“Which makes me wonder… why you dress up in lingerie and masturbate in a barracks you should assume is wired for surveillance? After all it’s a classified post.”
As she explained how busted I was, I felt more and more dizzy. I knew how it worked. Personnel with sex kinks were deemed unstable and discharged from the service. I had nothing going on for me back home. All I had—
“Given the secret nature of this post we’ll have no choice but to imprison you until the mission is over next year. After all I can’t turn such a pervert loose back in the world with knowledge of a secret base in this area.”
“We could always sell him to a brothel in Ciudad Del Este,” came a voice from the adjoining room.
Colonel Walters, deputy commander of the base stood in the doorway. She grinned at me with a glint of sadism in her eye.
General Cassia stood, looking thoughtfully at me. “I see what you mean. Sell him as a boy to a gay bordello or dress him up all girly and he—she’d get top dollar in one of those sissy whorehouses. Pretty young white sissy like this.”
I could barely breathe. I watched as the colonel joined the general behind the desk. Walters looked to be in her early thirties. Normally she downplayed her looks, but tonight she was heavily made up. She wore a tight tank top that clung to her 38C breasts, and diaphanous white panties that showed her pussy had minimal pubes. It was rumored she and the general were lesbo.
“I love the way you think, Brenda,” Colonel Walters said. She touched a button on the general’s intercom. “Alicia, lock the outer door and come in here. In uniform.”
General Cassia put her arm around her. “Am I bad, Wendy?” she asked, giggling.
“That’s why I love you,” the colonel said. She kissed the base commander deeply.
The shock of it all—being found out, the threat of a discharge, being sold into sex slavery…now seeing these women turning dyke in front of me—it made me fall to my knees. Tears filled my eyes. I begged them that I would do anything if they would only please, please, please let me stay.
“Well, now!” the sexy colonel chortled. “That’s what I like to hear.” As she looked thoughtfully, hungrily at me, she undid the general’s shirt buttons one by one. “What do you think, Brenda?” She reached into the open top and fondled a naked tit.
“Mmmm,” Brenda sighed. “I think you’re right…Aieee!” she cried out briefly as her lover savagely pinched a nipple. Then she moaned.
“You think I’m right…but?”
“But he still needs to be punished.”
“Excellent,” Wendy replied, breaking off from her fondling. A moment later she stood over me, those pouty pussy lips inches away and on display through a whisper of sheer fabric. She looked down into my eyes. “Remove your uniform… private.” She looked at the general, who’d sat back down and had worked a hand down her pants. “Isn’t it only fair Richards is busted down to a buck private?”
“Mmmmm-hmmm,” General Cassia moaned, fingering her clit.
While this exchange was going on I had just unbuttoned and removed my camo top. My bra stood out like a sore thumb. I reached up to remove it.
“No, leave it on,” Wendy commanded. “Just the outer clothing.”
One minute later I knelt on the polished linoleum in stocking feet in a three-piece set of frilly white lingerie. As mortified as I was, my hard six inches throbbed in the translucent white panties. From the looks on the two dominant women’s faces, they were delighted. I looked up when I heard the door open.
“She has got to be the prettiest one yet,” said PFC Benning.
The lovely private was now naked save for a black leather shelf bra, crotchless panties and thigh-high leather boots. She held a riding crop. Colonel Wendy saw the shock on my face. She slunk over to the raven-haired private and put an arm around her waist, then smiled at me.
“Alicia is our newest protégé. She will make a fine officer if she decides to go that route. Or at least a competent pro dominatrix.” She held out her hand and accepted the riding crop from the girl who was not much older than me.
“Begging the colonel’s pardon,” I whimpered, “but… what… how?”
She explained she and the general had hooked up a decade ago. Thanks to a few senior officers they had tag-team dominated together, they’d managed to get every assignment together. And because of their superior ratings and discipline, nobody ever questioned the arrangement. All the while Colonel Wendy stroked my cock with the tip of the riding crop through my panties. I was so close to cumming.
“We look for two kinds of enlisted,” General Brenda said. “Potential dominants like Alicia…”
“And sissies like you,” Wendy finished, seizing my chin. “Chair!” She threw the crop toward Alicia, who snapped it out of the air.
Alicia dragged an upholstered steel chair to the tiled floor right behind Colonel Wendy, who nestled her shapely, ample bottom onto the cushion. She looked me in the eye and ordered me to lie across her lap. I shuddered as my nylon-encased boner pressed into her warm, soft thighs. She grabbed the back on my panties and yanked them up the crack of my ass to expose my tender bottom.
“Normally I make my slaves count each blow aloud and thank me for each,” she said, “but your first one will just be for us both to enjoy.”
I lay there wondering how I was going to enjoy a spanking when she struck the first blow, her open palm connecting sharply with my right ass cheek. I shrieked at how much it hurt. I shrieked again one second later when she hit my other cheek. My ass was on fire and already the tears were starting to run down my face. My legs began to buck.
“Move another inch and I’ll use a paddle,” she hissed. “This will seem pleasant.”
“May I please, Mistress Wendy?” Alicia asked.
“Go ahead,” my tormenter exhaled before landing another ass-rattling slap.
The young, sexy PFC took my hands and whispered into my ear. “Don’t fight it, sissy. Tensing up only makes the pain greater. Relax and surrender to it.” She nibbled my earlobe. “This lifestyle has rewards for those who have what it takes.”
I clutched her hands tightly but forced the rest of my body to go slack. “Stay with me,” I whimpered. “Please.”
She kissed me gently, as if a lover. “I have been where you are. You can take it, Ryan.” Alicia spoke up. “Permission to hold the sissy’s hands, Mistress Wendy?”
“If you must.”
Each blow of her open palm clasped a radiating web of stinging fire around the cheeks, building up a dull knot of torment deep in the muscle and traveling in waves down my legs and up my torso. The sensation of pain grew stronger and stronger in my mind until it was all I could think of. Bullets of tears and rivulets of snot dripped onto the floor, while I sobbed as if I were again six years only. And yet my boner was rock hard trapped between my stomach and the beautiful woman’s thighs.
Then all of a sudden the pain was cut more than in half, and a rapturous glow filled my head. I was as high as if I’d just been given a pain shot. Ripples of deep pleasure coursed from the top of my skull down every extremity. Then I relaxed fully into the spanking. I moaned in ecstasy. I never would have guessed I could enjoy this.
“Three and a half minutes,” the general said. “That’s amazing, Wendy.”
“Not bad,” the dominant colonel said, hitting harder now. “But not until…”
Then suddenly I felt it. A blossom of warmth on my tummy. Then I heard the dripping. I realized I had just peed myself and all over the colonel’s thighs. For a moment I was afraid but then Wendy laughed in delight.
“Is it four minutes yet?” she asked.
“Three-fifty,” Brenda replied.
“That’s a new record!”
“Alicia, get a towel.”
“Yes, General,” the girl said.
The two dominant women explained they weren’t mad I had lost control of my piss. On the contrary, that I let go so willingly showed I had promise as a slave. I was ordered off the colonel’s lap and told to kneel in front of the puddle to clean it up. When I saw the grin of Alicia’s face as she handed me a towel, I felt better. I knew that I was safe for the moment. I soaked up the pee on the floor while Alicia toweled Wendy’s thighs dry. During all of the cleaning up the general said I could escape a dishonorable discharge and being sold to a brothel if I could get through this night.
“Of course, you have to pledge your silence, your loyalty and your obedience,” the general said. “You will be trained as a sissy slave when you are not occupied by your military duties, is that clear?”
“Yes, Ma’am!”
“Good,” said Wendy. “I think our slave deserves a treat for getting past his first test with such promise.” She inspected her now-dry thighs and got out of the chair.
“So do I,” Brenda said.
“Alicia, straddle the chair facing away from our sissy toy. Hang your butt over the edge of the chair and lean forward.”
I watched the twenty-something domme-in-training slink over and approach the chair. My eyes were glued to those lovely, tanned globes of her ass as she squatted down, how the deep crack between those cheeks opened and I looked at the tainted-pink swirl of her asshole. I could only think of one thing. I hoped they’d order me to—
“Lick her asshole,” Colonel Wendy commanded. “Make love to it. Make her moan with pleasure from it. After all, she got you though her first spanking.”
With my dick throbbing I touched my tongue to her anus, felt the delicate pucker quiver under the hot, moist touch. Alicia’s sighs filled my ears, encouraging me. It made me crazy with desire. I grasped her ass cheeks and spread them apart, licking her butthole firmly and trying to work my tongue up there. Alicia gasped and then her soft moans began. I had to taste inside of her!
“I’d say we have a natural,” Brenda said. “She might make the perfect addition.”
“Yes, but he’s going to have to earn that she,” the dominant colonel said. “Sissy, get on your hands and knees while you continue to lick her asshole. She better report she feels your tongue going up inside of her asshole within the next four minutes.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” I mumbled, my voice muffled by the sexy girl’s butt.
I heard the sound of a nylon duffel zipper opening and the rustle of leather and the slap of what sounded like straps and metal. A minute later I heard bare feet on the linoleum, getting closer. I was able to peer around Alicia’s waist and there stood the gorgeous colonel, wearing a harness and a dildo at least ten inches long. She wore rubber gloves and was coating the dildo with lube.
“Now’s when you start earning a girl’s name. And pronouns,” she said.
I felt lightheaded, quivering with as much fear as excitement. I had fingered my own ass only once, thrilled and yet disgusted with how good it felt. It felt perverted. Now I wouldn’t have a choice—this beautiful woman, a full colonel, was going to violate my asshole with this big dildo—fuck my butt for as long and as hard as she wanted to. My dick tingled.
“Ma’am?” I asked timidly. I resumed licking.
“I would slap you for not saying ‘Mistress’ when we’re alone like this, but I want you to keep licking our girl’s asshole.” She exhaled. “I shall guess. You’re worried about how bad a dick this big will hurt your sissy ass. Right?”
“Mmm-hmmm,” I mumbled, licking anus for all I could.
“I will only cause pain to a slave when I intend to.” She paused to goop out more lube. “I can only turn you into a proper sissy bitch if you love getting fucked.”
I moaned into Alicia’s butt as her greasy gloved finger firmly circled my butthole, massaging it, loosening it up, making my dick all the harder. As my anal sphincter grew more relaxed I felt her finger ease in as my sissy cunt welcomed it. And just like that her finger slid effortlessly up my poop chute. I whimpered for more.
“Now that sounds like a sissy girl!” the general said.
“Yes it does,” Colonel Wendy said. “Brenda, my compliments on getting this sissy assigned here. You have a good eye for Army psychological profiles.”
“Thank you, Wendy.”
The colonel fingerfucked my ass with maddening patience. I wanted her to fuck me hard! Now! I moaned deeply, loudly whining in my frustration.
“I think somebody is getting impatient to get fucked,” Brenda observed.
“I…think…” Wendy said, “so!”
She punctuated this by adding a second finger to her thrusting. I gasped at how sexy it felt. Then my tongue pushed through the ring of Alicia’s sphincter muscle and my tongue slid up her ass.
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I marched smartly into the general’s office, closed the door behind me and planted myself at attention in front of her desk. I executed a salute so crisp it practically cut the air like a snapped towel. I kept my gaze straight ahead but I could see she was lounged behind her desk wearing camo gear similar to mine. Her hair was down and she wore makeup. She was beautiful… but she was also the big boss.
She returned my salute. “Parade rest, Specialist Richards.”
I immediately spread my feet shoulder wide and clasped my hands behind my back. I was now free to look at her and it was all I could do not to gasp. She was made up as if she were going out to a night on the town. It was a very sexy look combined with her uniform.
“In what region do you think we’re posted, Richards?”
“Well, it was all classified… but I think we’re pretty much in the middle of South America, Ma’am.”
“How did you guess that, Richards? The transport plane didn’t have windows.”
“We took off from Camp Gordon at oh-eight hundred, and I could feel the plane turning south. It was seven hours and the C-17 cruises 500 miles an hour, so we went about 3500 miles. It’s too hot to be Chile. Bolivia sided with Venezuela…so we’re in southern Brazil or Paraguay. I’m guessing the latter. Ma’am.”
General Cassia looked at me like an especially bright pupil and smiled. “That is quite impressive, Ryan. You are far smarter than the average specialist.”
“Thank you, Ma’am.”
“Which makes me wonder… why you dress up in lingerie and masturbate in a barracks you should assume is wired for surveillance? After all it’s a classified post.”
As she explained how busted I was, I felt more and more dizzy. I knew how it worked. Personnel with sex kinks were deemed unstable and discharged from the service. I had nothing going on for me back home. All I had—
“Given the secret nature of this post we’ll have no choice but to imprison you until the mission is over next year. After all I can’t turn such a pervert loose back in the world with knowledge of a secret base in this area.”
“We could always sell him to a brothel in Ciudad Del Este,” came a voice from the adjoining room.
Colonel Walters, deputy commander of the base stood in the doorway. She grinned at me with a glint of sadism in her eye.
General Cassia stood, looking thoughtfully at me. “I see what you mean. Sell him as a boy to a gay bordello or dress him up all girly and he—she’d get top dollar in one of those sissy whorehouses. Pretty young white sissy like this.”
I could barely breathe. I watched as the colonel joined the general behind the desk. Walters looked to be in her early thirties. Normally she downplayed her looks, but tonight she was heavily made up. She wore a tight tank top that clung to her 38C breasts, and diaphanous white panties that showed her pussy had minimal pubes. It was rumored she and the general were lesbo.
“I love the way you think, Brenda,” Colonel Walters said. She touched a button on the general’s intercom. “Alicia, lock the outer door and come in here. In uniform.”
General Cassia put her arm around her. “Am I bad, Wendy?” she asked, giggling.
“That’s why I love you,” the colonel said. She kissed the base commander deeply.
The shock of it all—being found out, the threat of a discharge, being sold into sex slavery…now seeing these women turning dyke in front of me—it made me fall to my knees. Tears filled my eyes. I begged them that I would do anything if they would only please, please, please let me stay.
“Well, now!” the sexy colonel chortled. “That’s what I like to hear.” As she looked thoughtfully, hungrily at me, she undid the general’s shirt buttons one by one. “What do you think, Brenda?” She reached into the open top and fondled a naked tit.
“Mmmm,” Brenda sighed. “I think you’re right…Aieee!” she cried out briefly as her lover savagely pinched a nipple. Then she moaned.
“You think I’m right…but?”
“But he still needs to be punished.”
“Excellent,” Wendy replied, breaking off from her fondling. A moment later she stood over me, those pouty pussy lips inches away and on display through a whisper of sheer fabric. She looked down into my eyes. “Remove your uniform… private.” She looked at the general, who’d sat back down and had worked a hand down her pants. “Isn’t it only fair Richards is busted down to a buck private?”
“Mmmmm-hmmm,” General Cassia moaned, fingering her clit.
While this exchange was going on I had just unbuttoned and removed my camo top. My bra stood out like a sore thumb. I reached up to remove it.
“No, leave it on,” Wendy commanded. “Just the outer clothing.”
One minute later I knelt on the polished linoleum in stocking feet in a three-piece set of frilly white lingerie. As mortified as I was, my hard six inches throbbed in the translucent white panties. From the looks on the two dominant women’s faces, they were delighted. I looked up when I heard the door open.
“She has got to be the prettiest one yet,” said PFC Benning.
The lovely private was now naked save for a black leather shelf bra, crotchless panties and thigh-high leather boots. She held a riding crop. Colonel Wendy saw the shock on my face. She slunk over to the raven-haired private and put an arm around her waist, then smiled at me.
“Alicia is our newest protégé. She will make a fine officer if she decides to go that route. Or at least a competent pro dominatrix.” She held out her hand and accepted the riding crop from the girl who was not much older than me.
“Begging the colonel’s pardon,” I whimpered, “but… what… how?”
She explained she and the general had hooked up a decade ago. Thanks to a few senior officers they had tag-team dominated together, they’d managed to get every assignment together. And because of their superior ratings and discipline, nobody ever questioned the arrangement. All the while Colonel Wendy stroked my cock with the tip of the riding crop through my panties. I was so close to cumming.
“We look for two kinds of enlisted,” General Brenda said. “Potential dominants like Alicia…”
“And sissies like you,” Wendy finished, seizing my chin. “Chair!” She threw the crop toward Alicia, who snapped it out of the air.
Alicia dragged an upholstered steel chair to the tiled floor right behind Colonel Wendy, who nestled her shapely, ample bottom onto the cushion. She looked me in the eye and ordered me to lie across her lap. I shuddered as my nylon-encased boner pressed into her warm, soft thighs. She grabbed the back on my panties and yanked them up the crack of my ass to expose my tender bottom.
“Normally I make my slaves count each blow aloud and thank me for each,” she said, “but your first one will just be for us both to enjoy.”
I lay there wondering how I was going to enjoy a spanking when she struck the first blow, her open palm connecting sharply with my right ass cheek. I shrieked at how much it hurt. I shrieked again one second later when she hit my other cheek. My ass was on fire and already the tears were starting to run down my face. My legs began to buck.
“Move another inch and I’ll use a paddle,” she hissed. “This will seem pleasant.”
“May I please, Mistress Wendy?” Alicia asked.
“Go ahead,” my tormenter exhaled before landing another ass-rattling slap.
The young, sexy PFC took my hands and whispered into my ear. “Don’t fight it, sissy. Tensing up only makes the pain greater. Relax and surrender to it.” She nibbled my earlobe. “This lifestyle has rewards for those who have what it takes.”
I clutched her hands tightly but forced the rest of my body to go slack. “Stay with me,” I whimpered. “Please.”
She kissed me gently, as if a lover. “I have been where you are. You can take it, Ryan.” Alicia spoke up. “Permission to hold the sissy’s hands, Mistress Wendy?”
“If you must.”
Each blow of her open palm clasped a radiating web of stinging fire around the cheeks, building up a dull knot of torment deep in the muscle and traveling in waves down my legs and up my torso. The sensation of pain grew stronger and stronger in my mind until it was all I could think of. Bullets of tears and rivulets of snot dripped onto the floor, while I sobbed as if I were again six years only. And yet my boner was rock hard trapped between my stomach and the beautiful woman’s thighs.
Then all of a sudden the pain was cut more than in half, and a rapturous glow filled my head. I was as high as if I’d just been given a pain shot. Ripples of deep pleasure coursed from the top of my skull down every extremity. Then I relaxed fully into the spanking. I moaned in ecstasy. I never would have guessed I could enjoy this.
“Three and a half minutes,” the general said. “That’s amazing, Wendy.”
“Not bad,” the dominant colonel said, hitting harder now. “But not until…”
Then suddenly I felt it. A blossom of warmth on my tummy. Then I heard the dripping. I realized I had just peed myself and all over the colonel’s thighs. For a moment I was afraid but then Wendy laughed in delight.
“Is it four minutes yet?” she asked.
“Three-fifty,” Brenda replied.
“That’s a new record!”
“Alicia, get a towel.”
“Yes, General,” the girl said.
The two dominant women explained they weren’t mad I had lost control of my piss. On the contrary, that I let go so willingly showed I had promise as a slave. I was ordered off the colonel’s lap and told to kneel in front of the puddle to clean it up. When I saw the grin of Alicia’s face as she handed me a towel, I felt better. I knew that I was safe for the moment. I soaked up the pee on the floor while Alicia toweled Wendy’s thighs dry. During all of the cleaning up the general said I could escape a dishonorable discharge and being sold to a brothel if I could get through this night.
“Of course, you have to pledge your silence, your loyalty and your obedience,” the general said. “You will be trained as a sissy slave when you are not occupied by your military duties, is that clear?”
“Yes, Ma’am!”
“Good,” said Wendy. “I think our slave deserves a treat for getting past his first test with such promise.” She inspected her now-dry thighs and got out of the chair.
“So do I,” Brenda said.
“Alicia, straddle the chair facing away from our sissy toy. Hang your butt over the edge of the chair and lean forward.”
I watched the twenty-something domme-in-training slink over and approach the chair. My eyes were glued to those lovely, tanned globes of her ass as she squatted down, how the deep crack between those cheeks opened and I looked at the tainted-pink swirl of her asshole. I could only think of one thing. I hoped they’d order me to—
“Lick her asshole,” Colonel Wendy commanded. “Make love to it. Make her moan with pleasure from it. After all, she got you though her first spanking.”
With my dick throbbing I touched my tongue to her anus, felt the delicate pucker quiver under the hot, moist touch. Alicia’s sighs filled my ears, encouraging me. It made me crazy with desire. I grasped her ass cheeks and spread them apart, licking her butthole firmly and trying to work my tongue up there. Alicia gasped and then her soft moans began. I had to taste inside of her!
“I’d say we have a natural,” Brenda said. “She might make the perfect addition.”
“Yes, but he’s going to have to earn that she,” the dominant colonel said. “Sissy, get on your hands and knees while you continue to lick her asshole. She better report she feels your tongue going up inside of her asshole within the next four minutes.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” I mumbled, my voice muffled by the sexy girl’s butt.
I heard the sound of a nylon duffel zipper opening and the rustle of leather and the slap of what sounded like straps and metal. A minute later I heard bare feet on the linoleum, getting closer. I was able to peer around Alicia’s waist and there stood the gorgeous colonel, wearing a harness and a dildo at least ten inches long. She wore rubber gloves and was coating the dildo with lube.
“Now’s when you start earning a girl’s name. And pronouns,” she said.
I felt lightheaded, quivering with as much fear as excitement. I had fingered my own ass only once, thrilled and yet disgusted with how good it felt. It felt perverted. Now I wouldn’t have a choice—this beautiful woman, a full colonel, was going to violate my asshole with this big dildo—fuck my butt for as long and as hard as she wanted to. My dick tingled.
“Ma’am?” I asked timidly. I resumed licking.
“I would slap you for not saying ‘Mistress’ when we’re alone like this, but I want you to keep licking our girl’s asshole.” She exhaled. “I shall guess. You’re worried about how bad a dick this big will hurt your sissy ass. Right?”
“Mmm-hmmm,” I mumbled, licking anus for all I could.
“I will only cause pain to a slave when I intend to.” She paused to goop out more lube. “I can only turn you into a proper sissy bitch if you love getting fucked.”
I moaned into Alicia’s butt as her greasy gloved finger firmly circled my butthole, massaging it, loosening it up, making my dick all the harder. As my anal sphincter grew more relaxed I felt her finger ease in as my sissy cunt welcomed it. And just like that her finger slid effortlessly up my poop chute. I whimpered for more.
“Now that sounds like a sissy girl!” the general said.
“Yes it does,” Colonel Wendy said. “Brenda, my compliments on getting this sissy assigned here. You have a good eye for Army psychological profiles.”
“Thank you, Wendy.”
The colonel fingerfucked my ass with maddening patience. I wanted her to fuck me hard! Now! I moaned deeply, loudly whining in my frustration.
“I think somebody is getting impatient to get fucked,” Brenda observed.
“I…think…” Wendy said, “so!”
She punctuated this by adding a second finger to her thrusting. I gasped at how sexy it felt. Then my tongue pushed through the ring of Alicia’s sphincter muscle and my tongue slid up her ass.
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Read this entire story and the following one from my first huge collection for FREE on Amazon: T-Girl Tales (books 1 - 5) (http://amazon.com/gp/product/B078ZWV7WD)