The following tale is fiction. Or could it be true? Probably not because we all know how thoughtful and considerate every one of our brave soldiers is, man or woman, and that the days of cruel initiations are long gone. Or are they? The Induction Whatever made me do it? The easy answer is that my boyfriend had dumped me and I wanted to get away and to show the world that I didn’t care and could look after myself. So I joined the army. After initial training I was posted to a unit where I would learn my trade of what they called Electronic Warfare, so once again I was a new girl, but this time the girls I shared with were, compared with me, old lags. The barracks consisted of a number of small accommodation buildings arranged round buildings that housed offices, stores and the cookhouse. Each accommodation building had a name and I found that there was intense rivalry between them. Each consisted of twin bedded rooms along a corridor. The corporal in charge of each unit/corridor had a room to herself. There was also a common room with armchairs, sofas and coffee tables and a washroom that contained sinks for washing our clothes and equipment, open showers and a large communal plunge pool of the type known to rugby players into which a dozen or so bodies could comfortably fit. Opening off the washroom, or ablutions as it was known, was a lavatory where there was a number of compartments that were open top and bottom whose doors were seldom closed. Meals were taken in the central cookhouse. I found that I was to share a room with a girl called Jan and it was her job to show me round the camp and tell me what to expect. She warned me that I had to be especially careful of our immediate boss, Corporal Hasker. Her word was law and I must not do anything to displease her or I would be in trouble. I was beginning to think that I had come to the wrong place. Because of this it took me a little time to take in what Jan said about the ‘induction’. This was an initiation ordeal that I would have to endure before I could be accepted as a member of the unit. And……you have probably guessed it…..Corporal Hasker was intimately involved in organising this. Jan was strangely silent about what I might expect. It was almost as though she was embarrassed. But anyhow, I would soon find out because, she told me, my induction would take place next day after our duties were done. That is how I found myself waiting in my room while the other twenty something girls prepared the common room for the ceremony. My knees were trembling. I was not any easier for having encountered Corporal Hasker during the day. She was a big woman in every sense of the word, with a loud, deep voice and a crude way with words, which she was liable to turn on one unfortunate girl who always seemed to enrage her and unleash her sarcasm. As I was pondering these thoughts two girls whom I knew only slightly, came in. To my surprise they were stark naked, but gave no sign to indicate that this was in any way out of the ordinary. They commanded that I follow them. They took me to ablutions. Today the pool was empty but the whole billet full of girls was assembled round the sides. Corporal Hasker presided at one end. “Right Stevens, STRIP,” she bellowed. Before I had had time to digest this Sal and Tracy, the two who had fetched me, began to crowd me, pulling at my clothes, unclipping my bra, urging me to hurry. Soon they had me naked and I was told to turn around slowly so that the assembly could examine me. With great embarrassment I complied. I took an instant dislike to Sal, who was a hard faced bitch who seemed to revel in my discomfiture. Tracy was not much better but she was apparently making every effort to ingratiate herself with Hasker. The corporal now issued the instruction to take me away and clean me thoroughly inside and out. The two warders, for that is how I saw them, picked me up and threw me into the pool, then jumped in after me and proceeded to scrub me roughly with what felt like a scouring pad. They paid particular attention to my genitals. In my innocence I thought that this was the worst that could happen. How wrong I was. I was hauled out of the bath and then bent over a bench with my bum in the air. Before I realised what was happening something was shoved into my anus and I realised that I was being given an enema. They filled me till I felt I would burst. They still went on. At last they stopped and made me go next door into a toilet cubicle, where I sat and released my load. The relief was so blessed that it was a few minutes before I realised that I had an audience both looking through the door and watching over the top of the cubicle dividers. “Come along Stevens; don’t imagine that we have finished with you. Back over the bench for the next dose.” That was Sal. The performance was repeated. I lost count how many times I suffered but I think it was four or five before Sal was satisfied that I was completely clean inside. Act 2 followed. I was taken back into the common room. I saw that the room had been arranged so that the chairs and sofas were around the walls and a table had been placed in the centre with an armchair next to it. Sal told me to lie on the table on my back. Then other girls came with a bowl and a razor and, after soaping me up, they proceeded to shave me. They made a thorough job of it, taking every bit of fluff from under my arms and from my arms and legs. Then they went to my pubis and shaved it smooth before raising my legs and forcing my knees back so that my pussy and arse were completely revealed and every hair was removed. This wasn’t really so bad, though I was still embarrassed when first Hasker and then every other girl came and inspected me at close range. While this was going on the girls began stripping off their clothes, which they pitched on to the chairs. Then it was Act 3. I was told to lie face down on the table. Four of the naked girls took hold of my arms and legs. By now I was getting scared again. I had reason to be. Four more girls, including Sal and Tracy, positioned themselves two on each side near my shoulders and my legs. Hasker now announced that I was to be given stripes and that I was to take them like a squaddie (meaning without complaint). If I made a sound they would give me more until I was quiet. By now I was terrified, but I had little time to dwell on it. There was a swish and a burning sensation across my shoulders. Then another from the other side, across my calves. I writhed and bit my lip to try not to cry out. The four took it in turns to apply the strokes and the pain was continuous with no recovery time between each stroke. It was some time later that I discovered that the instrument of torture was a whip consisting of four short lengths of low voltage bell cable bound to a wooden handle. The whips were so light that although they stung like crazy they did not damage the tissues beneath the superficial layers of skin. The tormentor didn’t need to hold anything back but could swing the whip as hard as she could without causing any damage that would last more than a day or two. But it did hurt. They worked their way from shoulder and calves towards my buttocks until the cuts all appeared to meet on my bum, which was on fire. “Right, next team.” Corporal Hasker’s command was obeyed with alacrity. I soon realised that eight new naked girls had taken over holding and whipping duties. They turned me over in what was obviously a well drilled movement and held me face up so that my tits were exposed. What is more, they separated my legs and exposed my pussy. The whipping began again, but worse because this time my breasts came in for attention, as did the tender flesh of the insides of my thighs. My lip was bleeding from my bites and I could not hold in a sob. When she heard it Hasker, who was now the only clothed one, came forward and, grabbing one of the whips, slashed it several times with all her strength across my pubic mound. In reality, although it hurt like hell, it was no worse than some of the strokes across my thighs or breasts but it was symbolic and the corporal’s grimace did reveal to me her sadism. By now I had controlled myself again and made no more sound. Soon it was over, “Now stand up Stevens and let us see your stripes. Turn around slowly.” I did as I was told. Someone produced a mirror and held it so that I could see the damage. I was a mass of wheals of various hues and at several points there was a speck of blood where the wires were bared at the tip and had penetrated my skin. Hasker seemed to be pleased with the results. She sounded almost kindly when she said, “You are doing all right so far. Now we come to the next stage of your induction and I expect your full cooperation. I do not expect to have to hold you down or in any way to force you. Just accept and enjoy. Lie back on the table and open your legs.” It did not occur to me to resist. The girls seemed to be forming up in line. One of them stepped forward and got between my thighs and began to lick my pussy. At first I felt embarrassed that I was allowing such an intimate act to be performed on me in public. It was no pleasure but I now knew that it was not worth resisting, whatever was demanded of me. Gradually I found that I responded and began to enjoy what was being done to me. The girls changed over. Another took her place at my pussy while a second kissed me on the lips, sinking her tongue deeply into my mouth. I liked it. It was now becoming a free-for-all. Girls raised my knees so that my genitals and even my anus were fully exposed to the world. Tongues licked, and strummed my clitoris and their points entered my vagina. Something thick was pushed up my vagina and was left there. Other fingers stroked, pinched and pulled and twisted my nipples. The stimulation made up for the pain of which by now I was scarcely aware. Then I felt a tongue licking around and into my anus, followed by a finger, then two. Arms picked me up and turned me over so that my bum was sticking up in the air. Hands separated my arse cheeks and there was more licking and fingering and something was pushed into my anus so that I had dildos or plugs in both my holes. I was turned back again so that I was lying looking upwards. Despite everything I was beginning to feel horny. Then there was a new surprise when a large, juicy and smelly butt was placed over my face and I was urged to lick it out with the words, “Give it me, Stevens. Let’s see what you are made of. Eat me.” I realised with a shock that it was Corporal Hasker who was now as naked as the others. Of course I set to, eating out her cunt; I had no option. But, in truth, I was beginning to enjoy the experience. The attention to my pussy, arse and clit had got me going and when I had got over the initial shock I was even recited by the juicy bum that sat on my face. I even wondered if I might come. Normally I wouldn’t be able to unless I was totally relaxed and with someone I knew. But this wasn’t a normal experience. I was working at her enthusiastically when my mouth and face was drenched by juices that flowed from Hasker’s pussy. She came with a roar and a shriek like I had never heard before. I was taken aback at first because it was so unexpected, but I recovered quickly just as the big bum was removed from my face. An altogether softer Hasker said, ”That was good, well done Stevens. I’ll get you to give a repeat performance another time.” The audience cheered. Did I detect a certain ironic flavour to it? Unfortunately, any thought of my own orgasm had disappeared under the weight of her bottom; but I didn’t care because I was now feeling a certain elation. I had come through the ordeal and had done so with credit. I had even won the praise of the fearful Corporal Hasker. It was she who had the last word: “OK girls, that is enough. Take out all the toys. Stevens has earned her place in the squad. She hasn’t come, but it will be up to you to see that she has a good orgasm soon to put that right. Several of the girls volunteered for that task. Later, after Jan and I were in our beds I asked her. ”Jan, what happens to the girls who don’t manage to earn their places in the squad? Can they get transferred to another one?” “Oh, no, Darling. They very soon decide that the army is not for them. A pity, really. Such a waste.”