Short Story: The Bad Officer

Justin’s perspective…

“You all trying to be funny is it?” Justin screamed into the night. “You guys took bloody 7 minutes just to take everything out of your field pack! How long you all supposed to take?”

“THREE MINUTES, SIR!” Yelled one of the trainees facing down unto the floor, his body in a push-up position.

“Nevermind, EVERYTHING IN!” There was a frenzy as action followed, the trainees trying their best to pack everything back into their field packs once more, hopefully all to be done within the stipulated time as set by their officer. Justin stood by with a stern face, watching his trainees panic as they failed to remember the proper sequence to pack their bags, their cold sweat as things did not fit.

Justin was a terrible officer in the training school. More often than not, he abused his powers as an officer to set trainees to tasks that were strenuous and tiring, all in the name of upholding the standards of the training schools. Other trainees in the other platoons did not get it as bad. In fact, while it was already 11pm and trainings were supposed to end by 9pm, the other platoons were peacefully sleeping, recouping their energies for their activities the following day. Yet here the trainees were, trying their best to please Justin by ensuring the proper standards for field pack inspection.

For Justin, he felt irritated that he still had to book in to train his recruits, when today was his birthday. He had plans to go out on a day trip with his girlfriend, so he applied for leave from work to celebrate his birthday with her. Yet, just at the last moment, his leave was disapproved, due to certain administrative issues with the admin office. Even though he raged and argued with his Commanding Officer, Justin was not given his well-deserved leave. Sadly, he had to cancel all plans with his girlfriend and watch over these subpar trainees. With his annoyance, he wanted to take out his stress on his platoon, focusing all his anger on making their lives miserable.

Meanwhile at the guardhouse…

Some of Justin’s trainees were excused from the terrible training their platoon mates suffered due to guard duty. Despite standing there as sentry in the middle of the night, sweating under his uniform, Justin’s trainees at the guardhouse were relieved that they were able to skip one session of tekkan (Singapore slang for punishment without valid reason) training with Justin.

Most of them knew that it was his birthday this week. Many of them heard the screaming match between Justin and the Commanding Officer, that his leave was not approved due to certain administrative issues. Well, that bastard got it coming to him, for being so cocky and so vicious all the time. Yet, they kind of got the short end of the stick, suffering as they are now from his anger release. The trainees at the guardhouse could hear Justin screaming in the distance, yet that sent chills down their spine nonetheless.

Despite it being in the middle of the night, the sentry on duty spotted someone walking towards the camp from a distance away. Their camp had only one road in, and it doesn’t seem like this person was lost. Upon closer look, the soldiers realised that it was a girl that was walking towards the camp. Having been deprived from girls for the past few days, the soldiers stared intensely at the girl.

She had makeup on, that was for sure, red luscious lips. She wore one of those straight cut dresses that suited her slender body just nicely, carrying an expensive looking clutch and a matching pair of high heels. Upon closer look, the trainees found her to be quite familiar, yet they could not put a finger as to where they have seen her before.

The girl walked with an air of confidence, knowing that the ogling eyes at the gate were staring at her, lusting after her looks. She didn’t think herself to be very much of a looker or extremely chio (Singapore slag for pretty), but someone when guys in uniform are seem, the stereotype was that they were sexually deprived men with sex in their heads whenever they see a female.

Stopping at the guardhouse, she knew what she had to do, having run through the procedures with her other male friends who were serving army at the same time too. She exchanged her NRIC for an access pass, stating her business was for that of a meeting in camp with certain important personnel.

The trainees at the guardhouse were a little taken aback at the strangeness of her tale. Checking her NRIC, the name upon her card, ‘Tan Wei Ting’ seemed to strike a bell in their heads. Linking the dots together, they knew that Justin’s girlfriend’s name was Wei Ting, and that he often had a photo of her on his office table. That’s where they have seen this girl before.

Despite her reasons being of that for the purpose of a meeting, the trainees knew that Wei Ting was here to surprise Justin on his birthday, seeing as he was stuck in camp, unable to go out to celebrate his birthday. The trainees knew that they could not deny someone entry unless they notify an officer of the ‘situation’. With the Commanding Officers out and Justin being the Officer-in-charge, the trainees could not do anything, as they knew that Justin would get his way anyway.

However, one of the trainees thought of something…

Wei Ting’s perspective…

Wei Ting walked past the gate, relieved that she was able to get pass the guardhouse with not much of a hassle. Indeed, most of her male friends were right. The security in the camps here are really lax. She knew that he was angry and annoyed that he couldn’t celebrate his birthday with her. She wanted to surprise Justin at night, knowing that this was the least of all places that he would expect her to be.

She held in her bag his present for tonight, a pack of 12 of condoms. Upon his initial plan, Justin’s day trip ended with a hotel stay at a local boutique hotel. She knew that he booked the hotel for a romantic night, a grand plan for their first sex together. Wei Ting was glad to give away her virginity to Justin, she loved him more than any other guy that has come across her life in the past.

Following the source of the screaming, she found Justin to be in the middle of the parade square, instructing the trainees to run around the parade square, guiding them in their strenuous training. She admired him in his uniform and his beret, looking all swag and mighty compared to the sweaty trainees in their sweat drenched uniforms, their faces looking all shag and tired behind their mask of camo cream.

Wei Ting stood in the shadow far away, keen not to be seen by Justin before midnight has passed. Sitting down on the stone ledge on the roadside, she placed her clutch by her feet and she watched as Justin continued to train his platoon through random acts of training, more screaming, and more trainings. After some time, Justin finally called it a day at 30 minutes past midnight, ending the training for his platoon and heading back to his bunk to rest for the night.

Wei Ting followed closely behind, ensuring that she was not seen by either the trainees nor by Justin himself. Upon entering the cover of the building, she removed her high heels, trying to make as little noise as possible while tailing Justin. She noted the room that he entered, the bunk that was supposedly his. Wei Ting knew that Justin had the privilege of having a room all to himself, him being an officer and all.

Sitting at a stairwell in the secluded corner, Wei Ting continued to watch as Justin went about his usual activities, bathing, dressing for night, and he even sent her a goodnight text before she noted that his lights have turned off and Justin has turned in for the night. Wei Ting waited a while longer, ensuring that her boy is asleep, before picking up her bag and heading off towards the direction of his room.

Trainee’s perspective…

For the past hour, the pair of guards that were supposed to be patrolling the camp perimeters stationed themselves near their own building, watching Wei Ting from around the corner. She was sitting on the stairwell, oblivious to her surroundings, often turning her head towards the Officer’s bunks to check on Justin.

The rest of their platoon had their lights off, but the pair of them have already let in on what they were going to do, and they knew that the entire of Justin’s platoon were upstairs, keeping themselves awake to prepare themselves for what was about to come.

As Justin’s lights were turned off in his room, Wei Ting waited a while longer before making her move. The trainees stared from the darkness behind the bush they were both camping at, notifying the rest of their platoon that their plan would be set into motion soon.

The patrols have managed to get rid of all their gear at the guard house, trying to minimize the noise that they would make while stalking Wei Ting. Nevertheless, both patrols took whatever that was necessary for their plan to work.

Wei Ting’s perspective…

Wei Ting headed up the stairs to the second floor, towards the dead-end corridor that had Justin’s room. She looked around her surroundings once more, noting that it was all quiet around the camp. As she turned to the door and placed her hands upon the handle of Justin’s door, she was suddenly greeted with a hand that wrapped around her mouth, silencing her from making any audible sound other than her muffled screams.

In her frenzy, Wei Ting tried to struggle against the muscled hands of her captors, but her captors simply lifted her up with his arm around her waist. Wei Ting was greeted, in front of her eyes, with a cold piece of metal that was pushed up against her forehead. She stopped struggling to look down the length of the rifle pointing at her to see a pair of eyes, both staring at her intently, threatening her into silence. Behind him, Wei Ting saw that an entire bunch of guys have showed up, each of them muscular and strong, all of them in the prime of their fitness.

Wei Ting felt fear coursing through her. Even as the guy carried her around her waist, she felt her stomach give way. There was a warm feeling of liquid passing between her legs, and Wei Ting realised that she peed herself in her fear, fear of what was going to happen. As her warm pee flowed down her legs and formed a pool of her shame around her captors feet, and the men around her grinned in amusement that she peed herself in fear.

She knew that she could not run away now, now that she was at a dead-end. In her fear, Wei Ting kind of forgot what she came her for. While the rifle still pointed at her, the men around her removed her expensive clutch from her, dropping it into the pool of pee that she created. She was then slowly lowered to the floor, her hands tied behind her back with some cable tie provided by the men.

The signal was given for Wei Ting to keep quiet, while the men infiltrated Justin’s bunk, where Justin slept soundly on the bed. Wei Ting wanted to warn him, that something bad was going to happen. Yet she could not bear to let Justin see her like this, the bottom half of her dress wet by her own pee, her makeup smeared with a few tears running from her eyes. Moreover, the rifle was still pointed at her.

The men moved around Justin’s bed quietly, slowly surrounding him in the night. Justin, being tired from the activities just a while ago, was sound asleep. He didn’t notice even when the men tied his hands together to the bed frame above his head. Justin continued to sleep, his dreams undisturbed.

Once again, the signal came for Wei Ting to keep quiet. One of the men squatted in front of her, with his face directly in front of her pee stained skirt. With his hands, he gently started to stroke her legs upwards from her ankles, running across her smooth skin, from time to time intersecting with the stickiness of her pee, stained upon her legs. Even as fear filled her heart and head, Wei Ting felt herself getting a little aroused from the gentle touch running up her thighs beneath her skirt.

As the hands reached her waist, they found the hemline of her thongs, a matching pair of red lace underwear that she brought from La Senza just a few days earlier for this occasion. Slowly, the man removed her panties, the wet and soaked lace separating from her body, her vagina feeling the breath of cold air as the panty soaked with her warm urine was removed from her.

Taking her panty away from her, Wei Ting saw the man squeeze the panty into a tight ball, before pasting one side of it into a duct tape prepared earlier by one of the other men in the bunk. She saw them signal 1… 2… 3... While one of the guys grabbed Justin’s head, Justin was shocked awake and his mouth opened to yell. Yet, opening his mouth was the mistake he made, because it was soon covered with Wei Ting’s urine soaked panties, the duct tape covered over the rest of his mouth to ensure that Justin was well gagged. Justin could not move, his hands were tied to the bed frame. His eyes were open wide in shock, staring at his girlfriend in front of him in disbelief.

Wei Ting started to sob silently, knowing that the night was far from over. With more cable ties, the men cooperated and tied Justin’s legs down to the bedframe as well, heavily restricting his movements. A pair of scissors ensued, and the men made shreds of Justin’s sleepwear, removing all his clothes off him.

Wei Ting stood there sobbing into her hands silently, he makeup smeared by her hands. Her boy was lying there naked, his body still well-built despite his dire situation. Nevertheless, no matter how Justin struggled against the bonds of his captors, he could not break free of the cable tie. His cock lay limp on his balls, the first live cock that Wei Ting has seen in her life, the cock that was supposed to take her virginity from her tonight.

With Justin being tied down, the men brought Wei Ting over to his bed, her face before his. She wanted to say something, but she couldn’t, not with the rifle pointing at her, the threat of the sheer number of guys in the room who could harm her really badly. Wei Ting could only tear, her teardrops streaming down the sides of her face.

With the same pair of scissors, Wei Ting felt the scissor go about her shoulders, cutting through the thin material of her dress around her shoulders. Wei Ting felt one side of her dress come off with the shoulder sleeves cut, and with another few clips, the other shoulder came off too, the entire dress falling down to form a circle around her knees.

Wei Ting was naked in the room full of guys with nothing but her bra on. Even then, her bra was a translucent red lace, and everyone in the room could clearly see her nipples through the sheer material even though it’s dark inside the room. As best as possible, Wei Ting tried to bend a little, hiding her bald pussy between her thighs. A few days prior, Wei Ting also went for a waxing treatment, to prepare herself for losing her virginity to the man she loved.

Her attempts of hiding herself was futile. With ease, the men threw her onto the bed right above Justin, her body hovering over his, her thighs spread apart with Justin’s body between them. Yet while Justin’s cock lay limp with fear, Wei Ting knew the rest of the room could clearly see her pussy, probably glistening with her pee and a little from her arousal from earlier on. Wei Ting looked into Justin’s eyes for help, but she only saw a helpless fear in him.

Out of the corner of her eye, Wei Ting saw one of the men step forward, taking off his pants in the process. Justin’s cock was limp but his was at full erection, his erected cock large compared to that of Justin’s. Getting onto the bed behind her, Wei Ting knew what was going to happen. Justin tried to scream into the gag, but he couldn’t stop what was going to take place. Wei Ting looked into Justin’s eyes, as she felt the tip of the man’s cock position itself at her opening. His eyes were angry, they were helpless.

The man grabbed her waist, and with one forceful motion, shoved his cock into Wei Ting in one swift motion. Wei Ting let out a little shriek, the pain coursing through her pussy as her first cock entered her, stretching apart her virgin hole. She felt the thick meat pulsate within her, the cock head large against the inner walls of her vagina. Yet she knew that this was not the cock she wanted. It was a stranger’s raw cock that was entering her, penetrating into her deepest, private areas. Wei Ting cried a little, her tears falling onto Justin’s forehead, all while he yelled muffled screams into his gag.

Slowly but surely, the man inside her started to pump in and out of her, his large cock head moving deep within her pussy. Wei Ting felt her virgin vaginal walls wrap around his cock, pleasuring him without her consent. She felt his hands upon her waist pulling her down onto his cock, his balls slapping her against her clitoris, her most sensitive of areas. While she looked into Justin’s face, Wei Ting could not help but moan in pleasure and release high pitched squeals of pain as the large cock ravaged her.

Soon, she felt the man pick up the pace, pulling her faster and deeper down onto his cock. She felt his shaft pulsate one last time as a spurt of liquid travelled up his shaft, depositing itself into her inner most areas, filling her up inside with warm liquid. As he pulled out from her, Wei Ting noticed at once that almost all the guys around her had their pants taken off, hands were stroking cocks, and the smell of lust and sex filled the entire room. Justin noted that too, but no matter how he struggled, the cable tie would not break.

Another man replaced the previous man, and Wei Ting felt another cock enter her once more, her insides stirred up once again. This time, with the warm semen within her, her vagina felt really full, and it also felt guiltily good to her. Another man approached the bed and set himself in front of Wei Ting’s face, another large cock obscured her vision. Pulling her head back by her hair, Wei Ting felt the thick flesh move past her lips, her lipstick smearing all over the smelly cock that was in her mouth, a taste of pee and pre-cum. Justin was below Wei Ting’s face, watching the balls smack flat right against her chin.

The other men started to surround the bed as well, and Justin could only watch while his girlfriend’s body was pushed to and fro between the two cocks, her pussy dripping warm semen unto his cock and balls, her mouth too small to close fully around the dick within her mouth, the spit and pre-cum falling out unto his face, unto the duct tape and all over his chest. Wei Ting gagged upon the cock, her throat relaxing to accommodate the huge length of cock in her tiny mouth. Her pussy felt sore from the banging, but her tight pussy still took it in alright.

Despite being taken my men she totally did not know, Wei Ting felt herself slowly being pushed over the edge as the cocks stretched apart her pussy and her mouth, making her feel like a slut right in front of her boy. Yet she could see that Justin was a little turned on by her fucking as well, his cock slowly rising to the occasion, yet getting nothing.

As Wei Ting came, she felt her body spasm, her pussy trying its best to choke on the man’s cock, squeezing it tightly. This sent the man behind her spurting the second stream of semen into her, once more warming up her sore insides. Yet, there was no rest for her. The next man quickly replaced her, shoving another dick into her even before Wei Ting finished recovering from her orgasm.

The man in her mouth shoved one last time into her throat, causing her to gag onto the thick meat. Yet as she gagged, she felt the cock clench up in her mouth, the muscles relaxing to give way to a spurt of liquid that travelled down the shaft, out of the cock head and directly into her throat. Yet as the cock removed itself from her mouth, Wei Ting could not help but spill some of the semen out, which landed on Justin’s nose and face, which was already covered in her spit.

One of the men removed Wei Ting’s bra, taking the pair of scissors to cut off the straps. Wei Ting’s breasts swung freely now, the soft mound swinging to and fro in the doggy position that she was in, her mouth still left open, sore from having a cock in it previously. The man at her now was still banging her ferociously, occasionally sending spurts of semen from the previous two leaking out from her pussy.

Some of the men around Wei Ting could not wait for their turn, but they simply finished off with their hands, spurting strings of semen unto her hair, back and her face. All the excess cum streamed down and around her body, falling upon Justin, who already gave up on struggling against the cable tie, but merely looked as his girlfriend was raped by the men in the bunk one by one.

Another guy finished within her, and another took his place again, and another also joined in by shoving a cock into her mouth. This continued while Justin looked on helplessly. Wei Ting couldn’t think straight. All she felt now was cock after cock after cock, cocks of different sizes penetrating in and out of her. She felt her insides all filled up, her stomach filled with cum too. As the next two finished, Wei Ting collapsed unto Justin, feeling his erect cock pressed against her pussy, where semen was slowly leaking out of her pussy onto his dick.

Another guy took over once more, but this time the guy took his cock to position it right in front of Wei Ting’s anus. Slowly, He started to push into her, inciting a small scream from Wei Ting into Justin’s face, screaming at the discomfort of a cock penetrating her virgin asshole. Soon, as Wei Ting’s ass was filled, the guy started to pump in and out of her dry anus, forcing her entire body to jerk forward, her breasts sandwiching Justin’s face. Soon, this guy came as well, filling up her other hole with more warm semen.

Justin’s Perspective…

Justin lost count of the number of guys who came within Wei Ting that night, but it was a really long night. As the guys started to be satisfied with her body, they started to sit around the bunk, as if waiting for something. As the last guy finished off in Wei Ting and wore his pants back on, Wei Ting lay against Justin, her body soaked in the cum of men, smelling really like sex. She could see Justin slowly crying, his tears mixed with the semen and spit that were on his face.

As the other men watched on, two of them approached Justin’s bed. Wei Ting and Justin did not bother much as to what they were going to do now, seeing as they have done so much damage already. Yet, Justin jerked back to his senses once again, as his cock was grabbed by one of the men, the hand spreading a cool gel coating his cock and balls. It was not long later that he realised what it was, when his cock and balls started to feel like it was heating up.

The men had applied lots of counter-pain unto Justin’s cock, causing the burning sensation. Justin teared as he felt his cock burn up, his limbs struggled against the bonds. He tasted the pee soaked panties in his mouth, his eyes teared at the anguish. Wei Ting could not help, being tired from all the banging that she received. Justin saw the two men pick up a clutch, one that he often see Wei Ting carry around. They took out a bag of condoms from her clutch and tore a packet open. Once more, they applied counter pain on the inner cap of the condom, and Justin prepared for the worse. In one swift motion, the men rolled the condom down unto Justin’s cock, sealing the counter-pain onto his cock.

Thereafter, more counter-pain was applied onto the outer layer of the condom, and when they lifted Wei Ting up again, Justin silently begged for them not to do it. Yet, he could only silently watch as they lowered Wei Ting and her cum filled pussy unto Justin’s cock, coated with the counter-pain. The pain was almost immediate for Wei Ting. The men muffled her scream with their hands as they helped her press her hips down upon his burning cock, engulfing both of their privates in the burning sensation.

Justin could see some morning light streaming through the curtains, and in the light, he noticed that some of the men were busy taking photos of the situation, his humiliation.

Short Story: Recruit Sam Part 2

Agnes woke up from her lazy slumber, hating the dream that she just dreamt of. She dreamt of one the sexual fantasies that she had experimented with Chris, her ex-boyfriend, in the past. Both of them would often try out different sexual fantasies to find out who liked what. Last they tried, Chris tied Agnes to the bed frame, just like how it was like in 50 Shades of Grey. Agnes didn't really like it. She preferred soft, gentle sex.

Agnes tried to get up from her bed, but she realized her hands were both tied at the wrist, tied to the two opposite sides of the bed frame, just like how it occurred in her dream. Agnes started to panic. Was she still dreaming? She hated being tied down.

Her eyes have yet to adjust to the darkness, but Agnes was sure someone else was there. Suddenly, Agnes became aware of the fact that she was naked and lying on the bed. With her hands tied, she could do nothing to cover herself up. Her clothes still lay on the floor beside her. She took them off while masturbating earlier that evening. Agnes was really helpless before whoever this was.

Moonlight shone into her room through he open window, giving her a little sense of sight. Her hands were tied with thick dark green ropes, taped with black tape to secure it in place. It seemed very amateurish and not very expertly done, but it served it's job of keeping her restrained.

Her captor knew that she was awake, judging from her quickened and panicked breaths. Agnes's legs were free, and she drew them as close as she could to her body, covering as much of herself as she can. She was really afraid now, not knowing if she was awake or still dreaming.

As her captor moved in the moonlight, Agnes gazed upon his face for the first time, recognizing it to be her younger brother, Sam. She gasped, he mouth agape at the identity of her captor. She almost screamed, but Sam moved towards her and covered her mouth with a piece of cloth. The cloth had a familiar smell to it, that of her own. She could feel the intricate design of lace within her mouth, the panty which she was wearing earlier. He must have picked it off the floor. Sam pulled out a black tape with his free hand, taping Agnes's panties inside her own mouth.

She tried to scream but to no avail. Her makeshift gag was tight in place, and she got rewarded instead with more taste of herself. She could see Sam clearly now, her eyes now adjusted to the dark. Sam was very much overweight, almost double of her size. It was really disgusting and gross, as compared to how Chris was, tall, muscular and handsome. Sam also smelt a little bad, probably due to his sweat, whereas Chris used to always use that musky perfume that never failed to excite her senses. Agnes wanted to fight him off, but she couldn't. Not when she was naked and tied to the bed.

"Oh Agnes, how pretty you look." Agnes frowned at Sam's comment, angered and humiliated that her younger brother was doing this to her. Sam reached out a hand and touched her cheek, trying his best to caress her cheek gently, but only succeeded in smudging his pudgy fingers over her face. Agnes shied from the contact, and she tried to kick him away.

Sam easily caught hold of Agnes's flying leg, and Agnes knew the mistake she made. Having her leg held by Sam caused her legs to be spread apart like a pair of scissors, her pussy exposed for her younger brother to see. Her pussy was hairy and unkempt, a messy patch of pubic hair above her vagina. In that little light she had, she could see Sam lick his lips, a habit he always had as a kid whenever he was excited, in anticipation of something fun.

Agnes tried to bring her legs to close together again, but Sam held her leg high enough to make her efforts futile. Sam lowered himself while keeping her leg up and apart, lowering his face to eye level with Agnes's pussy. Agnes could feel tears welling in her eyes, the humiliation she was suffering too much for her to bear. Her younger brother, whom she loathed and hated, was staring at her most private parts, reserved for people she truly loved.

Agnes felt Sam push his face into her pussy, feeling him take a breath of the scent of her pussy, her feminine smell. Sam placed his lips against her sex, giving her messy licks along her slit, a tight valley of flesh below her pubic hair. Sam's tongue was doing a really bad job, his tongue simply tracing the line, his fat cheeks preventing him from licking even deeper. His saliva was wetting her vagina, dripping all over the bedsheet. Agnes grunted into the gag, disgusted at how her amateur brother was giving her oral sex. However, her grunts came out as moans through the gag, encouraging Sam to continue further.

Sam was indeed encouraged, his tongue attempting to lick faster, and he even pushed his fat face more forcefully against Agnes's pussy. It was a really messy job, his saliva going all over the place and around her entire private region. He tried to stick his pudgy fingers into her, his fingers spending a really long time trying to find the entrance to her vagina. As he stuck his finger in her, Agnes knew she was dry inside. His finger caused a bit of friction going in, and Agnes yelped a little, only to be passed off for a moan through the gag once again. Sam simply left his finger there, not knowing what to do with it, thinking that he was making his sister really aroused, whereas it was only his saliva making her wet and her grunting sounding like moans through the gag.

After a torturous amount of time, Agnes was really tearing now, tears running down her face. Her hands have already given up on trying to fight against the bonds, and she wanted this to end, for her brother to stop this. Agnes tried to fake an orgasm, lifting her ass a little off the bed an pretending to jerk a little. She even tried to squeeze her pussy on Sam's fingers, hoping he would stop once she was done 'cumming'.

Sam did indeed stop, removing his fingers and standing back, and somehow he looked like he was admiring his work. He even seemed to be a little proud. Agnes prayed hard that he would go away, that this would all go away. Sam reached to the waistband of his shorts and pulled it all off, pants, underwear and all. His cock stood as erect as it can be, but it was an inferior specimen of the male genitalia as compared to Chris. As Sam removed his shirt, his belly fats jiggled a little, the sight extremely revolting to Agnes. She closed her legs again, trying to protect whatever modesty she had.

As Sam started to walk towards Agnes, she realized what was going to happen, and she started to shout as best as she could through her panty gag, already fearing for the worst. Yet these were once again passed off for sexual moans. As Sam got onto the bed with her, indeed her fears were proven right. She was about to get fucked by her younger brother, her fat, disgusting little brother, and she could do nothing to stop him. Her arms were getting a little sore, after being tied to the sides of the bed for so long. Sam easily pried her legs apart, positioning himself between them to stop her from closing her legs again.

Sam positioned himself on the bed, leaning the entire of his weight against Agnes's petite body, trying his best to position his little cock against her vagina.

"Wet for me huh, dear Agnes? You know despite your struggle that you want this, you horny girl." His pudgy fingers fumbled at her entrance, feeling the thickly coated layer of saliva he left earlier. But Agnes knew that she was dry inside. She felt Sam position his cock at the entrance of her vagina, even as he parted her pussy lips with his fingers to gain access to her most private area.

Sam leaned his weight forward, pushing his cock deep into Agnes. Indeed she was really dry inside, causing her to yelp once again in pain as her younger brother's cock went into her. On the bright side, his cock was not as large as Chris, and it did not hurt as much as she expected. But that was no consolation, as Sam started to move back and forth, fucking her as he pleased. Sam moaned while Agnes grunted through her gag and closed her eyes shut, wishing this would all go away.

Sam felt really good inside his first pussy ever in his life. He fucked his sister, imagining her to be a tight, petite school girl. Well, there was no need to for him to imagine Agnes was tight. Her dry pussy caused friction all around his member, but Sam only knew it felt good to him. Agnes's eyes were really clamped shut, her face looking away to avoid the humiliation, her mind far away, trying to ignore the pain.

Sam grasped Agnes's boobs, holding them in his hands. Her breasts felt soft and fleshy to Sam, and he toyed with them, playing around with them forcefully, not caring if it hurt Agnes. The first boob that he was holding, the first sex, giving his virginity to his sister. Sam was pulling out and pushing into Agnes, stroking his cock in and out of her. Agnes felt really good to Sam, even when dry.

Yet the worst was not over. Sam decided was near orgasm, and he couldn't control himself from cumming. He grunted like a old, fat geezer, and he came spurt after spurt into Agnes, all while she panicked, knowing that she hasn't been on the pill ever since she broke up with Chris. Her little brother's disgusting cum spilled into her, filling her sore vagina with his semen. With one final grunt and one last spurt, Sam held himself inside Agnes as his engorged cock shrunk within her, before he pulled out.

Agnes was really stunned now, and she did not know what to do. Her cheeks were streaked with tears already drying, and she had no more tears left to spare. Sam's cum started to drip out of her vagina, a little droplet oozing out and onto the bedsheet.

"Agnes, I hope you liked your orgasm." Even in the moonlight, Agnes could see her little brother grin a little. He was still naked, his flaccid cock a small and pathetic sight to behold. As Sam removed her bonds and gag, Agnes sat in the same position, her hands to her sides and her legs spread apart in a missionary position, not knowing what to do next. What can she do?

Short Story: Recruit Sam Part 1

I would like to thank a very kind reader for contributing these pictures for me to write a story for this one. All the pictures here are from him, and I would very much like to credit him here. However, privacy is of utmost importance, and I will not reveal anything unless he wants me to. Nevertheless, do enjoy the short story! ~ With love, Jezebel

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Book out day! At long last, Sam stepped down the bus that brought him to Pasir Ris. He felt like a free man again, free of the strict regiments and of the daily physical training that he had to do. Sam was a recruit at Basic Military Training (BMT), and he has been there for about a month already. Sadly, the medical check-up a few months back determined him to be a little bit overweight, hence dispatching him for a BMT about 4 months and 2 weeks long.

But at long last, he was out! Well, out for only two days, but feels like freedom nonetheless. Sam walked towards the MRT with his field pack on his back, walking alongside his army peers. Everyone was sweaty from the walking and their heavy field packs, the mood in the air vibrant, light-hearted and full of cheer and laughter, a feeling that precedes every book out.

Sam looked forward to spending his weekend with his family and friends, whom he has never seen the whole week. It was really weird to him, not having seen his family for so long despite spending almost every day with them in the past few months before enlistment.

As he stood at the MRT waiting for the train to come, he and his friends chatted, talking about anything and everything, which of course, always comes to the topic of girls. They managed to book out that day at around noon, where schools also end on Friday. Sam and his friends ogled at the JC girls from Meridian Junior College nearby, their high pitched voice and laughter a big improvement from all the screaming and shouting they have heard so much in the past week of training. Girls were almost non-existent in army, hence much more appreciated and desired by guys serving their time in the army.

Of course, Sam was not an exception to this. He desired a girl of his own, someone to call his girlfriend. He wanted to hold a cute petite girl in his arms, smell the fragrance of her shampoo and her warm skin against him. Most of all, he wanted to have sex, to hear a girl moan his name while she came with his cock buried deep inside her. He wanted to feel her vagina walls clenching around his cock instead of his hands all the time, to plunge his cock into a warm, wet hole.

Sam stared at the girls and imagined fucking them. Yes he was a little overweight, and he was easily double their size. He fantasized about overpowering one of them, taking her forcefully. Sam felt his cock stir a little, but thankfully his uniform was a little baggy and his briefs helped to help his erection unnoticed. He knew he would never be able to land himself one of those hot girls, him being chubby and not as good looking as other guys.

Sam stood at the side of the crowded MRT, packed with students who have ended classes at noon. He spent most of his time travelling to look at the JC girls and even some secondary school girls, with their short skirts and well-toned legs. How he imagined a pair of those legs tightened around his waist while they made out, his rod against their secret place.

After what seemed like a long journey, Sam finally reached home. He fumbled with the door keys and entered the house, smelling the familiar smell of home once again. He became aware of the smelly uniform that he was wearing, and went straight to the shower, and of course, nothing beats a shower at home after a long and tiring week at camp. Sam walked out of the toilet, a towel wrapped around his waist, and made his way to his room.

His parents and older brother weren't home, but his sister's door was locked. Sam's older sister was Agnes. She has already graduated from university and has started working already. However, recently she broke up with her boyfriend Chris, and Sam heard from his parents that Agnes spent the past few days moping around, mostly locked up in her room. Sam tried her door, and indeed it was locked. Too lazy to bother too much, Sam went ahead to his room to take a nap.

A long nap later...

Sam was awoken with all the noise that came with people coming home. His mother preparing food in the kitchen, his brother chatting with his dad in the living room. Sam pulled himself up from bed reluctantly, going to the living room to join the rest of his family.

Agnes was there as well. Her face looked like a wreck. She was sitting alone at the corner of the room her eyes a little red and swollen, with dark circles underneath them. Her eyes were upon the television but unseeing and in her own quiet bubble. She was in casual t-shirt and shorts, her hair in a wet mess, looking like she just took a shower and has yet to comb her hair. It took dad almost 10 tries to get her out of her trance.

"Agnes, dinner?' Dad asked. Agnes did not say a word, but she got up from the sofa and moved herself to the dining table to take her meal. Dad looked at her with sad eyes, knowing that he was unable to help her cope with her recent breakup. Sam looked at his sister, sad that she was feeling sad. He also wanted to cheer her up in some way, to make her happy. Agnes poked at her food during dinner, taking little food, mostly looking down at her legs.

After dinner, Sam retreated to the toilet, attending to his needs. He wanted to masturbate actually. He couldn't masturbate in camp as it was against the rules. Weekend was the time when he could finally find time to play with his cock and unload all the semen accumulated throughout the week. Moreover, it's not like he even had the time to masturbate. Sam excused himself to the toilet on pretense of a stomachache. On the way to the toilet, he noted the laundry that was just nearby. Agnes just showered, so her clothes were dumped in a mess on top of the pile of laundry that was about to be washed. An idea suddenly struck Sam. Sam stopped a while and listened. His family was still having dinner, the clatter of utensils against the plates. Checking that no one was behind him, he grabbed his sister's clothes and snuck them into the toilet.

As he sat on the white throne, he took out the clothes that Agnes was wearing just a while ago. There was a white tank top and a pair of black FBTs. But of course, there was still other things to be found. He found her black panty and her pink bra, holding them like little treasures in his hand. Well, indeed they were treasures. His sister was close to his age, a figure that could match that of the JC girls he saw earlier that day. He imagined holding their underwear, these clothes hiding their most private areas. Without stimulation, Sam's cock has already started to rise a little.

Sam checked his sister's bra. She was a 38B. He didn't know what that meant, but he knew she had small and firm breasts. Holding the bra in his hand, he felt the smoothness of the cup and fantasized of the breasts that they held earlier. He held his sister's bra to his nose and inhaled, smelling her feminine body smell, a sweet aroma to his nose. He stroked his cock while his head was buried in her bra, one cup cupping his mouth, still a little oily from dinner earlier. His cock was getting a little wet from the pre-cum oozing out from his cock, providing lubrication as he stroked his cock.

Sam then traded her bra for her panty, squeezing the small piece of underwear into a ball and putting it under his nose. He inhaled the scent through his nostrils. This time the feminine smell was stronger, coupled with what Sam thought was the smell of her pee and a little unidentified musky smell. Sam was really turned on, knowing that Agnes probably wore that panty just less than an hour ago. He stroked his cock harder, smelling the aroma of his sister's pussy.

Sam held Agnes's panty at his cock, positioning his dick head at the crotch of his sister's panty, where there was a little white vaginal discharge. The soft cotton material felt good against his cock. As he continued to rub his cock against the material, the material added friction around his cock head. Sam could see his pre-cum glistening on the crotch of his sister's panties, where her pussy was positioned earlier.

With dirty thoughts and intense rubbing, Sam wrapped his cock head with his sister's panty just as he felt himself go past the point of no return. He came into the crotch of his sister's panty, his semen creating a damp circle of cum on the crotch of his sister's panty while Sam held his cock firmly within his cotton sleeve. He could see a few droplets of cum seep out through the panty, which was already wet with all his cum. Sam lay panting, shivering a little from the orgasm. He slowly uncovered his cock, the little pink head shining from the mix of cum and pre-cum. On Agnes's panty was a mess of his cum and pre-cum, the black cotton material soaked through.

Sam flushed the toilet, pulled up his pants and left the toilet. He threw Agnes's cum stained panty and her bra on top of the laundry, hiding them under the tank top and her FBTs. As he joined the dinner table once more, Agnes has barely touched her food since Sam excused himself. He looked her over and once again noted her slender figure, so much like a young JC girl. Her body was really well maintained, and Sam could still see a hint of her breasts despite her oversized t-shirt. The orgasm felt really good to Sam. Perhaps… If Agnes had a good orgasm... She would be happy again?

(At this point in time, the story shall continue on from Agnes's point of view.)

Agnes continued to poke at her food, shifting the piece of chicken around her plate. She raised the meat to her mouth, but she was unable to take it in. Her taste buds were a little useless right now, she couldn't taste the delicious home cooked food in front of her. All these food wouldn't heal the dull ache in her heart, a hole left behind when Chris broke up with her.

Mumbling something about being done with her meal, she excused herself to the toilet. Ah the light was on. Sam must have forgotten to off it when he left. He adopted this habit ever since enlistment. Do they not off lights in camp? Hmm... Wasn't Sam at dinner? When did he last visit the toilet again? Ah… Whatever.

Agnes peed and left the toilet, noticing that her worn clothes from her shower earlier was still on top of the laundry. However, it seemed like it was touched. Agnes always rolled up her clothes into a ball before placing it in the laundry, so that her panties and bra will be kept out of sight. Picking up her clothes, her bra and panty fell out of the pile that she held.

Agnes bent over to pick up her underwear, noting that her panty was still a little wet. She held her own panty to her nose and took a whiff. She smelt a hint of herself, as well as her rampant masturbation sessions that helped her cope with her breakup, and also… An unmistakable scent of cum. She frowned and thought that couldn't be right...?

Bringing the panty closer, Agnes stuck out we tongue and tasted the wet area, the taste that Chris often put into her mouth whenever she felt like giving him a blowjob. It tasted a little salty and sweet, a taste that she longed for now. She placed the underwear over her nose, feeling her own panty against her skin, the wetness still a little warm. Agnes inhaled the all too familiar smell of sex, her heart aching of loss. She felt herself getting a little more wet again between her legs, and she wanted to fuck herself so bad, to lessen the ache in her heart. She licked the entire wet area, tasting her own sex and what she imagined to be semen. Ah... It's still a long way to go to ever get over Chris. Perhaps it's just a part of her imagination, the smell of cum and of good sex long past.

Agnes returned her clothes back to the pile again, and walked past her family and returned to her room. She closed the door right behind her, and jumped right into bed. She reached down to between her legs now, over her shorts, to feel her pussy, feeling her clit stick out like a sore thumb over the thin fabric of her shorts, a part of her that she has been reaching to so frequently in the past few days. Her crotch was now a little damp as well, and she could even hear a slight squish as she pressed against her pussy.

Agnes was so used to her pussy now. She knew the hairs above her pussy, now unkempt and not maintained, the previously neat triangle growing into a tangle of black above her pussy. She knew where her pubic hair ended, and where her pleasure would began. She kicked her shorts and her panty off, feeling her pussy directly with her bare hands, her fingers touching the right places expertly. Agnes closed her eyes and felt her own fingers giving her pleasure, release from the pain that she felt when she broke up.

She arched her back and bit down on her teeth, moaning soft moans through gritted teeth and letting her fingers do the job. She felt for her own wet hole, the soft flesh around it giving way to her finger. She needed no lubrication. Her pussy was wet enough. Pushing in, Agnes's stuck her middle and ring finger inside herself, feeling her smooth vaginal walls and of course, the pleasure of being filled with something down under. With the skilled practice of the past few days, she managed to find her g-spot with ease by arching her finger upwards towards herself. She tapped the sensitive spot gently, rubbing the tip of her forefinger in small circles around her g-spot.

With her panty and shorts lying on the floor, her bra and shirt followed soon after. Agnes continued to finger herself and she played with her breasts, toying with her nipples, which were already hard and ready for her. She continued to moan through gritted teeth, feeling her fingers moving inside her pussy, her breasts responding to her gentle touches at all the right places.

Agnes felt her orgasm approaching, the mind blowing pleasure taking over her body temporarily, clouding her mind with just the release of her orgasm. In that moment, she could forget all of the heartaches, the troubles of the world, just for a while. Wave after wave of satisfaction came over Agnes she arched upon her bed, her fingers buried deep inside herself, massaging her g-spot inside her pussy.

As her orgasm came to an end, Agnes could feel herself drifting off to her troubled sleep once more, the fatigue taking over her body.

To be continued…