The Service Corps by Rozo
(M+F, nc, rape, oral, bd)

Sarah had been captured when her medical unit was overrun, and was now in a prison courtyard with about forty other captive army nurses.  One by one, the prisoners were led up to a table to be identified.  Behind the table were a series of smaller rooms into which the prisoners were led after being identified, and from which screams could occasionally be heard.  The officer at the table took her name, and address, entered a few more details on the form.  Then said simply to the sergeant next to him:  “‘A’ cellblock.”  The sergeant smirked with the conspiracy and led the trembling girl into the small room to the left with “A” on the door.  

Inside the small room were four muscular soldiers in T-shirts without weapons standing around a long table with straps on it.  Four chairs, bright lights and a video camera were set up at one end.  She was led to the other side of the room and the sergeant left with a parting: “enjoy” to his brethren.  She faced them worriedly; nervous about what was happening to her.  All the soldiers were smiling as one stepped up and addressed her:

“Take your clothes off and get on the table on your back so we can each fuck you.”

Sarah stared at them in shock. They eyed her with amused grins.   It took a few moments before she could react.  “No, You can’t do that” and bolted for the door.

A fist in the stomach knocked the wind out of her after which it didn’t take long for the four soldiers to rip her clothes off.  She fought like a banshee, scratching one soldier’s face but not doing much real damage.  She suffered another blow and a few bruises until they got her onto the table and the first soldier penetrated her.  She screamed and collapsed into tears,  giving up any further resistance to the remaining three assaults.  

When they had all finished she lay naked on the table sobbing, semen oozing from her vagina.  “Sit up” the sergeant said.  She remained listless.  A vicious slap across the face aroused her.  “Sit up!” the sergeant screamed.  She sat up facing them, legs over the side of the table, staring at the floor in shame.  “Did you like being raped?”  She shook her head.  “Answer me!” the sergeant shouted, again accompanied by another slap.  Startled, she looked up at him briefly through teary eyes. “No” she murmured.

“When you answer me, look at me and repeat the whole question, do you understand?  She nodded her head, looking forlornly at the floor. Another slap. She shrank back in fear, desperately forcing herself to look at him through her blurry eyes and said, “yes I understand.” and dropped her eyes again.

“You realize we can fuck you again any time we want don’t you?”  She was shocked by the enormity of the realization and started to cry again, balling up into the fetal position and lying in the table.  She was instantly grabbed, and strapped  over the table edge.  Her buttocks received a thrashing from a riding crop until she was screaming and begging it to stop.  It did.  She was unstrapped and sat, stinging, on the table edge.

“Now before I ask that question again, I want to remind you that you must look directly into my eyes when answering, address me as “sir” and answer with a full sentence using all the words I use to ask the question.....now a simple question to test you: “Do you understand?”

She realized she must do everything in her power to obey this man.  In a voice trembling with fear she carefully looked up at the cold gray eyes and said slowly: “Yes, sir, I understand.” and immediately lowered her eyes in submission, fearing she might have made a mistake.

“Very good,” he replied much to her relief.  “Now let’s get back to the business at hand and continue where we left off:  You realize we can fuck you again any time we want don’t you?”

This time she knew she had to answer this life altering question with the only answer she knew he would accept.  Slowly and with a small voice trembling with fear, she lifted her eyes to meet his, tears flowing contininuously down her cheeks, trying to repeat exactly the words he wanted to hear: “Yes, sir, I realize that you can.....” she gagged at the words  but carried on....”f..fuck me again any time you want.”  And she knew it was true, she had accepted it....she broke down into sobs again.

The sergeant stepped up to her and gently placed a hand on her shoulder and the other cupping her breast, gently massaging it.  She did not move.  “Very good, little one.  You are learning well.” he said softly, pushing her head back slightly.  He leaned down and touched her lips with his own.  She only sobbed a bit more.

“Now I do want to make sure you know your place so I would like you to go around the room, kneel in front to each of us, kiss our cocks, then stand up and looking directly into our eyes say:  “Thank you for fucking me.  You can fuck me again any time you want to, sir.”

She groaned and shriveled and emitted a big sob of resignation, then very slowly got off the table edge.  She stood there naked, hands at her side and moved slowly toward the nearest soldier.  Kneeling, she again suffered a sagging depression and further sobbing, then, composing herself again, settled down to the requirements at hand.  She leaned toward him and touched the flaccid penis with her lips and sat back again.  Slowly Sarah stood, facing the soldier, and with sobless tears running down her face, haltingly repeated the required words:  “Thank you for fucking me......You can fuck me again any time you want, sir.”  There, in barely a whisper she had given him full permission to rape her whenever he chose.  Numbly she stepped to the next soldier and knelt.

When she had finished all four, they sat her on the table, spread her legs and fondled and fingered her for a while, during which she never moved.  “Now that you have learned your place with us, you may move on to the next room where you must demonstrate that your submission applies to all soldiers in this army, not just us.”

“Noooooooo......” she moaned, “Please I said it only because I was afraid of you.  Please don’t make me go in there.....”.

In the next room were four more soldiers.  That sergeant, looking much meaner than the first , said in almost a bored fashion, “Stand in front of me”  She did.  He fondled her breasts and inserted his finger into her vagina.  She did not move. “Now show yourself to him” pointing to another.  When they had all excited themselves by fondling her the sergeant said: “Okay, get up on the table on your back and spread you legs.”  There was no hope at all of avoiding another rape and beating if she disobeyed.  She was lost.  All these men could do anything they wanted with her and she had no choice at all.  With a small moan she climbed onto the table and meekly endured their assaults.  After each man, she was required to say: “Thank you for fucking me.  I really love to be fucked.  Please have more men fuck me.”

When they were finished she was directed into the next room with semen dribbling slowly down her inner thigh.  It was slightly larger than the others with a window opening out onto a large parade ground within the walls.  An officer sat at a large desk with two MPs on either side.  She stood in front of him.  He was obviously enjoying the view of this pretty girl’s breasts and pubic hair.

“Let me explain what we are going to need from you.  By now you have been made to understand that you will be fucked by the men in this army whenever they like, is that correct?”  Sarah knew it was inevitably true, but only nodded her head with submissive downcast eyes.  A riding crop seared across her breast.  She collapsed, stunned, on the floor.  “Get up and answer the question” he bellowed.  She rose, remembering the full instructions from the first sergeant.

Looking into his eyes, she committed herself: “Yes, sir, I understand that I will be fucked by the men in this army whenever they like.”  When did it change from the chance that a few men would be able to fuck her, to a whole army that WAS going to fuck her?  How was that possible?  But she had just said she would allow them to do it anyway.  It didn’t really matter, they could do whatever they wanted to her anyway.  She just hoped she could survive it without too much pain.

“Adequate start, just remember the rules... Now, come over here, stand in front of me with your legs on either side of mine.  She stood close, straddling his knees.  “Sit on my knees”.  She did, feeling the exposure of her genitals with her knees widely spread.  He reached out and caressed her breasts.  “I like the way the areolas swell up to meet the nipples.  Tell me that.”

She was confused, it was not a question, but a command.  Just in time, she decided to answer, looked into his eyes and said, “You like the way my areolas swell to meet my nipples, sir.”

“You like me feeling yours tits don’t you?”

“Yes, sir. I like you feeling my tits.”

He sank his fingers roughly and suddenly deep into her vagina.  She gasped, but moved only slightly to relieve the assault.  “You like men to stick their fingers up your cunt, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir.  I like men to stick their fingers up my .....cunt.”

You have a very pretty face, young lady, and nice firm lips.  I think I’ll let you suck me off with them.”  Was it a statement or a command?  She knew she would eventually be raped that way as well,  and in the ass probably sometime too.   She had better not risk another beating just to possibly avoid it for a little while longer.  She sank down to her knees.  He spread his legs.  She withdrew his penis and sucked on it, gagging as he pushed it deep into her throat.  Coughing and sputtering, she swallowed his enjoyment, lest she incur his wrath.

“You liked the taste of my sperm in your mouth didn’t you?”

“Yes, sir.  I liked the taste of your sperm in my mouth,” she said resentfully.

Searing pain burst across her buttocks as the riding crop slashed down on her.  She cowered and screamed, writhing in pain on the floor.  “When I tell you to like something, you will be sincere and enthusiastic about it and convince me you really like it. Do you understand?”

“Oh yes sir, I understand that when you tell me to like something I will be convincing that I really like it.” she replied trembling.

“Let’s try again.  You like the taste of men’s sperm in your mouth don’t you?”

She forced a broad plastic smile on her lips, saying enthusiastically, “Oh yes, sir, I REALLY enjoy the taste of men’s sperm in my mouth.  Please let more men put their sperm in my mouth.”  But her eyes did not smile.

“Good.  That was better. Now let me explain how you will be serving us.  This is a very large army and as you know men have urges.  We do not want the more undisciplined soldiers running around wantonly raping whoever they see.  Bad for the public image you know, and we don’t want the people to resent us now do we?”  It was a question addressed to her but before she could repeat it, he went on. “In order to prevent that, we must make sure our troops’ libidos are taken care of, which means we must provide them with sex on a regular basis.....it also helps morale to have this extra perk in  such a low paying profession.  It is a tall task as you can imagine with so many thousands of troops.  So we have developed a “Service Corps” of girls who will satisfy our soldiers on a regular basis.  Because you are such a pretty girl, you will become a part of that Corps...the troops really appreciate fucking a nice looking girl.  All the girls are nice looking however, so in order to stay in the Corps....you really don’t want the alternative, believe me......you will have to make sure each soldier enjoys his fuck with you, because each puts a grade on how much he enjoyed fucking you.  Each month, the girls with the lowest grades are.....reassigned. Because you have told us how much you enjoy being fucked, you should have no problems.”

“Now as you can imagine, there are hardly enough girls to go around to get our troops serviced about every two weeks....we find that they get unruly if they have to wait longer... so we must organize the Corps to service as many soldiers a day as possible.  To this end we rely on the suggestions from the girls in the Corps as they get experienced with the program as to how they could service more men in a day.  Along with your users grades, you will also be graded on your creativeness in ways to improve your daily “production”.  Girls who do not improve the number of men served per day from their base schedule, usually do not last long.”

“Let me show you how the production is organized.”  They led her out into a corner of the largely empty courtyard.  Her head could hardly keep up with was happening to her.  She was being prostituted into a mass-produced brothel where she was expected to fuck the whole army.  How could she survive?

She was led to a moveable platform about three feet high with two flights of stairs on each side.  Between the two flights on one side was fixed a cushioned chair back with a very short seat a little higher than a bar stool.  She was affixed to the chair back with a wide strap securing her, cinched up tight, across her stomach, her coccyx resting on the short seat and legs dangling in front.  Leather anklets with straps under the arch were buckled to her ankles.  Long straps from the eye of each anklet were then fastened to a ring behind each side of the chair back.  They pulled on these straps until, with her knees bent and ankles widely spread and pulled back, she thought her groin tendons would break.  She cried in protest and with her free hands, tried to fend off the MPs who were securing her, to no avail.  Her perineum was grotesquely presented and projecting into the space between the stairs.  It was a very awkward and uncomfortable position but she still had free use of her arms.  She begged the officer to release her.

“You will get used to it.  Your tendons will get more limber over time.  Now, to explain how it all works.  Corporal, will you demonstrate the sequence of events?”  The MP corporal climbed up the stairs to her right on the back side of the platform behind her and walked forward to the stair landing to her right, just before the steps descended.  He was quite close to her with his waist even with the top of her head.  He unzipped his pants, pulled out his swelling penis and grabbed her hair.  She tried to push him away with her free hands but a vicious blow from the officer’s riding crop across her vulva distracted her with sudden severe pain.  The corporal’s penis was successfully inserted into her mouth as her hands protected her sensitive groin.  She looked worriedly at the officer who responded calmly:  “Just suck his cock enthusiastically and you won’t get hurt.”  She relaxed somewhat and turned her attention to the mouth rape.  Trying to comply she wiggled her tongue on the now swollen member, her right hand rubbing his buttocks and the left his thigh.  When he withdrew she thought she had failed and would be whipped again.

The corporal just walked down the steps and turned to approach her projecting perineum which she realized was at just the right height for penetration.  His erection brushed against her cheeks.  She thought of resisting the coming rape but knew it was fruitless.  her arms fell by her sides, but he did not penetrate.  He reached for her breasts and fondled them for a while, pulling, poking and pinching the nipples in all kinds of uncomfortable ways, but none severely painful.  And her hands continued to hang uselessly at her sides as he fondled her.

“As you can see your position is ideally suited to being fucked......in either of your holes.”  She blanched as she realized the vulnerability of her anus as well as her vagina as equally available orifices.  

“No please don’t.  I’ve never been done there before. They say it hurts a lot.  Please don’t hurt me.  Pleeease.” she moaned without much real hope.

“We can’t control the preferences of our troops my dear.  I’m afraid you will just have to accept whatever their choice is.  We will help train you when you are off duty of course.  For now I think it would be appropriate for the corporal here to have the honors of a virgin hole.  Go to it corporal.”  The corporal smiled as he approached, rubbed the head on her moistened vulva to lubricate it and placed it at the crinkled ring of her exposed anus.

It was painful.  She screamed and struggled, pushed at him with her arms ineffectively. But he also pulled painfully at her nipples, and grabbed a handful of breast with his fingernails as his excitement rose and he flooded her rectum.  A little blood appeared on his flagging penis as he withdrew with a satisfied grin.  The girl moaned in despair.

“Continue, corporal.  I trust you have enjoyed our exercise so far.” the officer grinned.

The corporal turned and now walked up the steps to her left and stood close to her, now on her other side.  Like before he grabbed her hair and forced his soiled and now sagging penis into her mouth.  She revolted in disgust and pushed him away, only to have the severe pain flash across her vulva again.  She took him into her mouth and cleansed him. He walked down the steps at the left of the platform behind her.

“That’s all there is to it.  Really quite simple. Each man comes to this side, gets stimulated with your mouth as he watches his predecessor pumping your hole, then climbs down and fucks the hole of his choice while watching your mouth clean the previous guy and then turn to the other side and suck the next guy to attention. He then climbs back up the other side to be sucked clean by you.”  The officer approached her and started toying with her clit.  It seems you did get a little moist in this process.  You will learn to take advantage of it after a while....and you are allowed to cum whenever you want so long as it does not disrupt the proceedings.”

Speaking of cum, I forget to tell you that there is a bowl placed directly below your perineum which will collect the excess semen which drips out of you during the day.  You might be surprised by the quantity that is collected by a whole day’s efforts. As you can imagine, we do not have much funding for food, so that is the extent of the protein you will receive each day.  We have a little ingestion ceremony at the end of each day when you make your report... and we DO expect you to make suggestions at the end of each day as to how you could service more men.”

“Oh and don’t worry to much about the anal pain, after the first few guys each day, the semen usually provides enough lubricant to make the following uses more tolerable.”

“Now for a little housekeeping, rules, etc.  You see the note pad mounted next to the clock.  You will be responsible for jotting down the time after each man ejaculates in you and noting which hole he used.  At the end of each day this list will be used to grade your performance.  Of course we have other means of verifying the accuracy of your report.”  He gestured to the small video cameras she had not noticed before, secured in half a dozen locations around her placed so as to record all of her parts, from sucking the man before, cleaning the man after, from either side of her head at her crotch and breasts, from behind and below, and from each side.  “We really do have a complete record of your daily performance.  As a matter of fact there are probably some guys in the barracks right now who have been watching this, who will be waiting for you when we get back inside.  Just to get a head start as it were.”

“As far a schedule is concerned, we will start you tomorrow morning at 10:00 and you will finish at 22:00.  There will be no breaks for meals (you will inevitably be ingesting some protein during the day, especially from those men who just could not wait).  There are three, ten minute breaks provided for at specific times for you to relieve yourself, but you will not be taken down from the chair to do so.....a lot of the men usually gather around to watch you perform.  We do feed you a low residue diet of course, but should you relieve yourself in any way at any other time, the man who is using you at the time will have permission to punish you in any way he sees fit....and you will be in a very vulnerable position.”

“Remember that you are graded by each man as he comes off the platform.  Convince them that you really enjoy being fucked by an army. Each one of them likes to believe that HIS manhood is the source of great pleasure to you, so it is incumbent up on you to make them believe you are really enjoying what THEY are doing to you.  I suggest saying things like, “Oh, Your cock makes me feel so good in my ass!” (even if it hurts like hell) or “Oh your cock tastes so good” when you suck them first, or “I love the taste of your cum.” when you clean them.”

She had said nothing during this description of her duties.  She was overwhelmed, stunned, could not believe this was real.  She could not possibly absorb all this so quickly.  She was still clamped to the chair displayed obscenely with the officer continuing to play with her clit. 

She gave up. The only thing she could do was go with the flow fate had given her, she relaxed, accepted her fate as a fuck object and released all her passion in an enormous orgasm, emitting a wail of combined physical joy and mental despair.

“Corporal, I think it’s time we took her down now.”  She was unstrapped and collapsed on the ground.  They gave her a couple minutes to recover and walked her back to the office on wobbly legs and sat her on a chair in front of the desk.  (Instructing her to keep her legs wide apart of course)  How would she survive twelve hours in that position, much less endure the abuse she would be suffering?!

There were five soldiers waiting for them.  “Hi Jackson,” the officer said, “did you guys watch the show?”

“Yes, sir.  We were wondering if we could partake of the new offering before she goes on duty tomorrow?”

The officer laughed.  “I figured someone would want to.  I think we can arrange that, but I can’t give her to you for long.  We have to get her prepared, fed and get her some rest.  We’ve got to clean her up a bit first so you can have her in half an hour.  You can use her for an hour or so....feel free to call some of your friends if you want... so you’ll have to use her here....you could use the toy room if you want.”

“Yes sir, thank you, sir.  We’ll be back to get her in half an hour.”  They smiled and winked at her as they left.  She was too numb to realize that she had been sitting naked in front of them, legs splayed to invite them to defile her.  She could not think.  They commanded, she obeyed.  

“Now let’s refresh some training.  You liked being fucked in the ass at that platform didn’t you, Sarah?”

At the last minute she remembered to look up at him but with dead eyes.  “Yes, sir.  I liked being fucked in the ass at that platform.”

“You want to be tied to that platform and fucked all day long tomorrow because you want to help our cause and improve the morale of our troops.”

In dead and listless tones, she replied as required: “I want to be tied to that platform and fucked all day long tomorrow because I want to help your cause and improve the morale of your troops.”

“I will give you another chance.”  Fear swelled up in her.  What had she said wrong.  She loomed nervously at his riding crop.  “You are now on OUR side helping OUR troops succeed in OUR cause.  That is what the troops must think tomorrow.  To get them to enjoy you, you must seem like you really WANT to fuck them all.  Now do it again and be convincing,” he added, lowering his tone threateningly.

“I would love to mount that platform tomorrow and fuck our troops all day long to help our morale and improve our fighting spirit.”  She intoned the words with the proper inflection for meaning, but with the wrinkle of fear eyes, as she glanced at him for approval.

“Good.  Just make sure you keep it up tomorrow when you tell that to the troops.”  I’m going to talk to the troops too?  Could I tell them I’m being raped?  Would they revolt in disgust?  Then she realized they would be too horny to care, just wanting a good fuck.  

“You’d like us to remove all your pubic hair so all the men can get a better look at your pussy wouldn’t you, Sarah?”

She had learned to reply affirmatively to do whatever they suggested since it didn’t matter what she really thought anyway. Maybe it would help if she took a little initiative.  “Yes, sir.  I’d like you to remove all my pubic hair so the men can get a better look at my pussy, so they will want to fuck me more.”

The officer was surprised by this imaginative extension of the required response.  Maybe she was becoming resigned to her fate, or better, starting to think creatively about improving her “performance”.  “I think we will leave that as a task for Jackson and his friends.”

Jackson and his friends did that and much more.  They pulled out her pubic hairs one at a time.  They made her display herself assume and hold all kinds of difficult positions while they amused themselves with many varied insertions.  They inserted themselves frequently and fluidly into all options her body offered.  When she objected they merely enforced their demands with the riding crop and she obeyed.  They made her profess how much she enjoyed each of the perversions she was required to perform and how much she wanted to do them again for “the cause”.

Finally they took her to her cell, fed her, drugged her for a long night’s sleep and put her to bed.  In the morning at 08:00 they fed her, bathed and perfumed her, made her up, toiletted her with enema, and took her to the officer’s room near the parade grounds.  She noticed that the platform was not where she had seen it yesterday.  She looked at the end of the grounds and saw it sitting on top of another much larger platform about six feet high. 

Then she saw the troops being marched in.  It was two groups, each with a small flag.  She guessed they were company size, about a hundred guys in all.  Were they all going to watch her being fucked? She paled.  Maybe she’d wake up from this nightmare.

The officer came in and smiled at her.  “I see you are all ready.  That pussy looks a little raw but you smell quite nice,” as he gently caressed her breast. “In order to maximize use of “Corps” members we schedule their use very efficiently. Let me explain the procedure:  When they are lined up we will walk up to the platform and you will address them, telling them how much you want to help out the “cause” by improving morale, and how much you enjoy fucking, so you would combine both by offering yourself to them all.”

She was shocked. What did he mean.. ”to them all”... there were a hundred men out there!

“When you have greeted them, we will walk down between each row of men.  You will smile and walk seductively as we go.  You will then be taken onto the platform and secured for the day.  The troops will be brought up to the stage in squads.  The rest will be dismissed until their assigned times.  The schedule we will start with (and I expect you will find ways to speed up the process) is as follows: The officer will be the first man to use you at about 10:15 - he will have fifteen minutes.... remember to record the times.  Starting at 10:30 each man thereafter will have approximately ten minutes to enjoy you, (we hope you will be able to average closer to five minutes) not counting his time being stimulated by your mouth on the upper platform while watching the guy in front of him use you.  Your toilet breaks are scheduled for 13:00, 16:00, and 19:00.  At 22:00 your tour of duty is over. At that time you will have been fucked by 67 (or more) men. You will then be taken down, cleaned up and will make your report to me.....including your ideas on how you could fuck more men in the time allowed. Any questions?”

She was overwhelmed, in a fog. A hundred men? Sixty-seven men?  numbers floated in her mind.  Untold hours bound immobile, penises sliding in and out of her.  What was all this, she didn’t have any real idea of the ordeal she knew was in front of her, but knew of no questions she could ask.....Breaking from her apparent revere she looked hopelessly into his eyes and said simply, “No, sir.  I don’t have any questions.”  Forlornly giving up, she abandoned herself to her fate. 

End