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A Command Performance
by Skua34 (skua34@hotmail.com)

***

A young female officer in the British army, finds 
herself at the mercy of her new sergeant. (MF, reluc, 
military)

***

It had previously occurred to the army that placing 
over 30 teenage girls in the custody of army 
instructors could be an invitation for abuse, and 
indeed there had been what was referred to as incidents 
as well as rumours throughout the army of the goings on 
in the troop blocks of the Army Foundation College.

But so long as the girls in all these rumours were 
willing and the training and recruitment were not 
affected well the army wasn't going to risk the 
disruption that any investigation would cause, 
especially not in these times of decreasing recruitment

Being part of the training staff of a female platoon 
was not an enticing job for most male NCOs. The old 
adage applied wanting to do the job was the most 
obvious disqualification for it.

Tracey Smith was unaware of this; all she knew was that 
at 16 she wanted to get away, her parents had 
reluctantly signed the papers after some persuasion 
from her older brother home on leave from the infantry.

So with that she started her new life as a girl soldier 
in one of the few western armies that still recruited 
under 18's into the military. Getting off the bus at 
the army foundation college her nerves were in tatters, 
the shouting and screaming of the instructors didn't 
improve matters any.

Sergeant David Lewis nerves were also on edge, this was 
his 3rd female troop, It was nearly a year to the day 
that he taken up the role of sergeant to the only 
female troop at the regiment. The army had toyed with 
the idea of having an all female troop staff, but the 
notion that their had to be a strong infantry influence 
in the training of soldiers even those destined for non 
frontline roles was a strong one, and if you wanted a 
infantry soldier that meant a man.

Lewis had been something of a high flyer after only 7 
years in the army he was a sergeant a rank that many 
good infantry men would often take twice as long to 
reach. Decorated with the military medal in Iraq he was 
also something of a celebrity in the training regiment. 
At 24 even his admirers thought him young for his rank; 
the parachute regiment had reluctantly given him a 
detached posting for 2 years so that he could gain 
administrative experience before he would return to 
take up his role as a platoon sergeant in the army's 
premier regiment.

The rest of the troop staff were a mixed bunch they 
mostly from the logistics corps a group of people Lewis 
considered to be soldiers in name only. Corporal Lisa 
Hughes was a short stocky little blonde, and someone 
that seemed only too willing to live up to the blonde 
stereotype, lazy and bad tempered she was unsuited to 
any position of authority she was also easily led, 
Lewis had shagged her on his first night at the 
regiment, as a guest of the corporals mess. She had a 
tight body with large fleshy tits which were a 
preference of Lewis's.

Ignoring her requests to take her to his room he had 
instead bent her over the pool table, the other people 
in the room taking his hitching up of her skirt and 
ripping off of her knickers as their queue to vacate 
the room. She went through the motions of protesting 
when he proceeded to place his cock against her 
arsehole but the only concession he gave her was a 
little well aimed spit as lubrication which she rubbed 
in herself. As lousy a soldier as she was he had to 
admit that she took it well clenching her internal 
muscles like a pro at the right times.

She had been no trouble since and was keen to repeat 
the experience whenever Lewis felt like it. She was 
always up for a discreet blowjob during working hours 
but Lewis had always refused to see her outside of 
work.

Corporal Lucy Taylor was different sort and someone 
that Lewis grudgingly respected an army decathlon 
champion, wide shouldered and brawny with cropped hair 
she was no beauty, but she at least had a dedication to 
her job, at times equally short tempered, she cared 
passionately for her job of instilling military values 
in teenage girls.

Then there was Corporal David Norris, Lewis considered 
Norris to be a friend so he owed the man some loyalty, 
he was also an experienced infantry soldier although a 
disenchanted one, at 36 he was counting the days until 
his pension. At times he still showed himself to a 
competent soldier and when he wanted he was able to 
impart that knowledge to the recruits.

Norris also found it hard to resist the allure of the 
recruits, with two previous intakes he had taken girls 
as a shag buddy, after Lewis had assessed that they 
were willing he had let it continue but with stern 
warnings to be discreet. Both girls had been among the 
poorer recruits, when he had discussed the girls with 
Taylor she had dismissed them simply as not being fit 
for any other use.

There had been another recruit achingly beautiful, and 
probably the best recruit Lewis had trained, Norris had 
become infatuated with her. Taylor had stepped forward 
forcefully and Lewis had backed her although the truth 
be told, Lewis too was attracted to her. After Lewis 
had declared her off limits Norris backed down and 
chose a more acceptable target. 

Taylor would later tell her the recruit had confessed 
to being a virgin. Lewis was proud that on marching out 
to receive the award for best recruit that her 
innocence was still intact, and that she would have the 
confidence to surrender her virginity on her own terms 
at a later stage in her life.

Then there was the final member of the troop staff 
first lieutenant Alice Jones. Before he had even met 
her, he had been comprehensively briefed on Lieutenant 
Jones by one of her classmates at Sandhurst who knew 
her intimately. 

On The day of their first meeting Lieutenant Jones had 
been in an anxious state. She had been under a cloud in 
the army, and the renewal of her commission normally a 
formality was not certain even with her extensive 
family connections. She needed a good performance in 
her role as troop commander just to stay in the army.

That day of their first meeting nearly a year ago, 
Alice had been in a nervous state. The thought of 
having to impose her will on a decorated combat 
veteran, made her feel ill. Alice chosen path had been 
with the logistics corps and her only operational tour 
had been a disaster with her being sent home in 
disgrace. Para's were notorious as being hard to manage 
they prided themselves on it, and this Para was an army 
hero who had been feted at a special reception the 
night before at the officer's mess. 

She had not gone due to another engagement which had 
got her another in a constant line of rebukes from the 
Commanding Officer who Sang Sergeant Lewis's praises to 
her and made sure she knew how lucky she was to have 
him and how he hoped Lewis could improve her own poor 
performance at the Regiment so far. 

It was essential that she make a good first impression 
on the man. She carefully rehearsed a speech and 
arranged her office layout to the maximum effect. She 
was standing behind her desk when she heard the knock.

"Come in," she said.

Lewis marched in smartly and saluted as Alice reached 
out to shake hands, "Good morning Ma'am Sergeant David 
Lewis."

"Good Morning Sergeant," Alice said cursing inwardly 
drawing her hand back and starting to salute herself.

"You're not wearing any head dress ma'am," Lewis said 
calmly.

'bugger bugger bugger' she said mentally, it was all 
going tits up straight from the beginning "excuse me 
Sergeant" she made herself come to attention which was 
the accepted form for returning a salute when no head 
dress was worn.

"May I sit down ma'am?" Lewis asked already in the 
process of doing so.

Alice was completely flustered now and withdrew behind 
her desk. "So welcome to the Army Foundation College 
Sergeant I hope you will..."

"Yes ma'am I was given a comprehensive brief by the CO 
last night"

"Yes ahm okay so..." Alice was struggling to remember 
her prepared intro.

"I met a friend of yours in Basra ma'am."

"Yes and who was that?" Alice said curiously.

"Hugh Barlow."

"Oh..." Alice blanched, "and how... How is he?"

"Missing a leg," Lewis said simply, "you did hear he 
was wounded didn't you?"

"Yes, I've been meaning to get in touch but I've been 
so..."

"Busy." 

"Yes... busy," Alice's head was spinning it was all 
going wrong, Hugh Barlow fuck.

"Do you know him well?" Alice asked.

"Well familiarity between the ranks being discouraged 
and all that, he was my platoon commander. I got my 
Military Cross when he lost his leg; we shared a ward 
in the hospital."

"I'll write to him as soon as I get a chance," Alice 
said meekly.

"Yeah... Well like I said he was pretty annoyed you 
didn't write, I'm not sure if he has reason to be. It's 
not as if you denied him anything when you were 
together. Is it?"

Alice felt sick; she couldn't look at Lewis anymore.

"anyway he wanted me to return something to you" Alice 
saw Lewis reach into his pocket and pull something out, 
it was only when he held it out in front of him that 
she realised what it was. A small black lace v-string 
with the words 'peek-a-boo' just about fitting onto the 
front panel, which Hugh Barlow had taken as a souvenir 
nearly a year and a half previously.

Alice started to panic, she couldn't form words, 'why 
had he done it' Lewis was right she had never denied 
Hugh Barlow anything, even if it left her feeling sore 
and humiliated. 

"oh Jesus.." she whispered, even when he wanted to 
leave a small video camera running when they had sex, 
she only made the quietest of protests. She looked at 
Lewis again, he was expressionless. He had seen the 
videos she knew he had.

Lewis tossed the v sting on to the table, "I've never 
really been turned on by women wearing slutty 
underwear." He pointed at the offending garment on the 
table, "but I have a hard time reconciling that, with 
that uniform you're wearing now."

"Look Sergeant..." Alice began.

"Shut up, and stand up," Lewis said in a quite voice.

"I won't let you..."

"Be quite you silly bitch and stand up!" In an even 
more severe voice.

Alice obeyed instantly this time and then promptly 
started to cry.

"I swear to Christ if you don't get a grip of yourself 
you'll be the first woman I've ever slapped."

Alice stopped, "Please..." she begged tears running 
down her face.

Lewis knew she could shout at any time and half a dozen 
people would come running, he knew this had to be her 
choice.

"Are you wearing knickers now?" he asked.

Alice looked at him blankly, "O-of course," she 
stuttered, not realising that even in answering the 
question she had given herself away, "I'm not a...."

"Like those?" he said pointing at the table.

"Ahm... no I... don't...ah," she was feeling confused 
and humiliated the tears were still flowing down her 
face.

"Show me."

"What? No," Alice was getting more and more scared. "I 
want you to leave."

"Drop your trousers."

"Get out or I'll scream."

"Drop your trousers or I'll bend you over the desk and 
take them down myself."

"I'll scream...I'll..." she didn't know what she would 
do.

"And whoever comes will find you bent over the desk," 
he said simply.

"Look you have a choice to make in the next 5 seconds, 
drop your trousers, scream, or just stand there like an 
idiot and let me do it."

Alice looked at him again closely. For all her faults 
Alice Jones was not a stupid woman. She could scream 
and the troop staff would come running. She believed 
him when he said he'd pull her trousers down by force, 
she knew she couldn't fight him off by herself. If all 
he wanted was sex, well, she could put up with that.

Lewis was about to start counting down when she 
surprised him by unbuckling her belt, undid her 
trousers button and pushed them down to her ankles in a 
few motion and stood there displaying a pair of blue 
and yellow bikini pants.

"Am I meant to take orders from you now..."

Alice's manner changed she was starting to get angry 
"was that what you wanted to humiliate me so you 
wouldn't have to". Alice's head was spinning she never 
understood why so many men in her life felt the need to 
humiliate her. Everything was going wrong for her again 
and as usual it came down to sex. She just wanted it to 
end.

"No that's not what I wanted."

"So what? You want to fuck me?" she said hissing. "Well 
go on, I won't scream, but then you have to go and you 
can't stay on here as troop sergeant."

"Would you like that?" he asked, he started to reassess 
her.

"Oh yes please," she said sarcastically. "I'm a regular 
nymphomaniac, I just can't get enough."

"So the rumour mill says." 

Her expression was crestfallen again, "Men just like 
spreading stories..."

"But in your case it's more than stories, how many men 
are you fucking on a regular basis."

"Why do you care "she asked "look I said I'll have sex 
with you that's what you want isn't it? So why the rest 
of this bullshit..."

"It's hard for me to listen to you try to assert 
yourself, when you're standing with your trousers 
around your ankles, wearing a pair of knickers 
traditionally worn by 16 year old tramps going out on 
the town. Now how many?"

"Nobody I have boyfriends some time..."

"Like the adjutant, or captain Richards, or Major Keith 
or Major Moon..."

"You're some type of fucking stalker aren't you?" 

"In all honesty maybe I am. I spent a lot of time in 
hospital listening to stories about you?" he smiled. 
"Come here."

She bent down to pull her trouser up. 

"Leave them there."

She sighed and then began to shuffle over to where he 
was standing. As she got close to him, he asked, "Why 
do you wear knickers like that?" 

Alice noticed the change in tone there wasn't any 
malice there, "Because I like to wear something pretty 
when I'm in uniform, nobody else know I'm wearing 
underneath."

"Well a few people do. And more importantly you know." 

Alice looked at him puzzled he put his hands on her 
hips and positioned her in front of where he was 
sitting. "From now when you're in uniform all you wear 
is white bra and briefs understand?"

"Yes sure, whatever you want." 

He grabbed her by the hips and shook her, "Look at me, 
if I ever catch you wearing something like this again, 
I'm going to rip it off, wrap your rank slide in it and 
shove it up your arse." He looked her in the eyes "do 
you believe me?"

"Yes," she said quietly.

"Do you still shave your pubic hair?"

"Yes," she didn't know why he just didn't fuck her and 
get it over with. She didn't know what sex with this 
man was going to be like; did he want to hurt her when 
he fucked her like some men did? She could scream, she 
could pull her trousers up and run, but it would be the 
end of her career they wouldn't believe she was totally 
innocent not with her record and reputation.

Why the hell was he being such an aggressive asshole, 
if he had wanted to fuck her so bad, well, he wasn't 
bad looking he could have brought her around using far 
more gentle tactics. It was that bastard Hugh telling 
him that she was the biggest slut in NATO and was 
always up for it.

He hooked his fingers into her knickers and pulled them 
down to her ankles staring at her bare mound, "You're 
not a little girl you know," he said, bring a hand 
between her legs. His fingers spread her labia and 
began to try and find her way into her sex

"I suppose you thought I'd be dripping wet by now." 

"Dry sex can be fun."

His other hand reached around cupping her arse cheeks, 
fingers skirted into her crack and found her asshole 
'oh god was he going to take her anally, she'd cry if 
he did. Hugh always loved to take her up the bum.

"I suppose Hugh told you how much I love to take it up 
the arse."

"Did he?" he had as a matter of fact, and Lewis had 
fully intended to take her anally.

"oh yes did he tell you about our last time, sexy story 
he was as drunk as a skunk I woke up to him trying to 
stick it up me. He was a bit puzzled afterwards as to 
how blood got all over his cock."

"So why did you let him do it?"

"I didn't... I..."

"So he raped you?"

"No, but..."

"You're an officer and you let yourself be buggered 
whenever he wanted you."

"NO!" she nearly shouted.

"Yes," he grabbed her and through her across the desk. 
He pulled her cheeks apart and spat into her crack 
rubbing it into her sphincter with his fingers.

"You let him do it. You fucking tramp."

"Just do it and get out," Alice tried and relax her 
muscles for what was coming but it didn't come. Instead 
he flipped her over and looked at her curiously, then 
began to unlace her boots.

He stripped her slowly and methodically, beginning with 
her boots which revealed a pair of pink socks, Lewis 
rolled his eyes 'what was she thinking?' The trousers 
came next, leaving her bare arsed on the desk. Without 
prompting she started removing her shirt, throwing it 
on to the couch followed by her t-shirt. The rather 
skimpy purple bra elicited another eye roll, "that 
can't be providing much support" 

"You sound like my mother," angry and with a touch of 
petulance in her voice.

He left her sitting naked on the desk, without 
prompting she left her legs slightly spread, She 
actually seemed more confident now as if being naked. 
He had to admit her body was magnificent she was quite 
small at 5'4 and 110lbs with her hair net off her 
auburn curls reached past the shoulder. Her athletic 
body didn't have an ounce of unnecessary fat on it and 
Lewis judged her correctly to be a 32C. She seemed more 
confident now that she was naked she didn't try to 
shield her breasts or her sex, her legs were slightly 
apart and she looked at him with a rather off hand 
expression.

"Put your hand between your legs," he ordered.

She did what he told her, suspecting he wanted to watch 
her play with herself

"I want to get across to you that your sex isn't your 
own anymore," he said half smiling. "If it ever really 
has been."

"What are you talking about?"

"Shut up if you say another fucking word you will be 
feeling my cock up your arse" she stayed quite "right 
I'm here for 2 years and your cunt's where I'm going to 
be venting my frustration at having been given this 
shitty job. It's not your Cant anymore its mine and its 
off limits to the officers mess for the foreseeable 
future. Do you understand?"

"No what are you..."

With a few fluid motions he unzipped his trouser 
freeing his cock she only had a momentary look at it as 
he pulled her legs apart, before he thrust into her. 
She bit her lip to avoid screaming, 

Lewis was well aware that he was hurting her it was all 
he could do to avoid grunting with effort himself, he 
genuinely didn't want to hurt her, but he needed to 
make a point and she only seemed able to take lessons 
from men when on her back.

He saw her instinctively arch her back in order to 
accept his cock better, what at first he mistook for 
struggling was actually an attempt to mellow the 
violence of his initial fucking she pushed her body 
towards him slightly and brought her knees up to grip 
him around his waist which had the effect of slowing 
his rhythm slightly. Then he felt fluid begin to seep 
around his cock, he worried for a moment that she might 
be bleeding but then saw she was wet.

Alice wondered whether he was going to remark on her 
becoming wet. If he had only given her a minute then 
the first moments of pain wouldn't have been necessary. 
It was only recently that she realised that she became 
aroused easier than most women, yet despite this many 
of her boyfriends insisted on abusing her body during 
sex. She had been like this ever since she discovered 
sex as a girl. She realised on a purely intellectual 
level that she offered her body up too freely, but sex 
for her was just too big a part of her life.

Lewis watched her arch her back, her muscles seemed to 
grab at his cock in a way that no other woman's ever 
had. He moved forward wrapped hands underneath her then 
picked her up and stepped back into a freestanding 
position in the centre of the room. With one hand 
underneath her backside he started to raise and lower 
her on his cock.

She surprised him again, by gripping her knees into his 
waist and beginning to do the work herself. She was 
moaning softly, as she reached her first orgasm she bit 
down on his shoulder to stop from screaming. She 
expected him to say something, to call her a slut, for 
getting off on her humiliation. But he said nothing.

Lewis was slightly shocked there seemed to be an 
element of professionalism to her performance. He was 
impressed by her stamina his hands stayed on her 
backside but it was her that was doing the work now and 
she was moving to her own rhythm. 

With the fingers of one hand he began to probe her 
asshole, he had actually intended to butt fuck the 
first time, reasoning it as a being a good method of 
asserting himself. He got the impression however that 
she was no stranger to being bend over a table and 
buggered, and if nothing else she was definitely a 
women that deserved to be fucked properly.

Her eyes were closed with her head thrown back the 
quite moaning noise became a kind of mewling noise as 
he put first one then two fingers past her ring into 
her ass. He knew she wouldn't argue if he decided to 
put her on her hands and knees and take her anally, but 
that would have been bad form when she was giving such 
a top notch performance. Her back passage could wait 
till he would take it at his leisure.

He studied her closely and saw her expression change 
and felt her muscles tense as she reached orgasm for 
the second time. 'Fuck' he thought she was going to 
outlast him.
Lewis felt himself come violently a moment later, 
emptying himself into her in a few final strokes, he 
was disappointed in himself. Jones clearly had quite a 
bit left to give. He was too used to shagging garden 
variety slags he thought. Say what you want Alice Jones 
was a different class of woman.

He laid her back on the desk and pulled out of her. She 
glistened with sweat, her legs were splayed apart and 
she was still catching her breath. She felt the semen 
start to trickle out. 

As he was doing up his trousers he said, "That was the 
best shag I've had in over a year."

She looked at him puzzled; the compliment on her sexual 
performance didn't seem to be ironic. To be honest she 
was quite pleased by it, to be told in such a simple 
way that she had satisfied him, not as a soldier maybe 
but at least as a woman. Most of her recent lovers, if 
you could call them that, had asked nothing more of her 
other than to strip and spread her legs. She was also 
curious why he didn't remark on her obvious orgasms.

"Can I get dressed now?" she asked nonchalantly. 

"Nope," he smiled and looked at her oddly. "While 
you're lying there I'm going to run through the ground 
rules for the next two years."

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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