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This is a continuation of the story of my relationship with my superior while serving in the military.
Little did I know when I arrived and staff sergeant Tyler had assigned me to first platoon, third squad; that he would be my squad leader. Not only that, but since we were serving in an armored unit, he was also my tank commander. Our relationship had been going on at this point for about two months.
I was standing in my position in formation one morning waiting to be called to attention, milling about like everyone else. I noticed a guy I hadn't seen before who looked a little lost. He was a cute young black guy. You could clearly see that his uniform did a very poor job of concealing the mountains of huge muscles on his body. He noticed me looking at him.
"Is this first platoon?" he asked.
"Sure is," I replied.
"Great, thanks!" He said. Then he extended is hand in greeting, saying, "Tucker's the name, Jamal Tucker".
I took his hand and shook it, saying, "I'm Ford, Mike Ford."
He smiled flashing his gorgeous ivory teeth at me, melting my heart. About that time I noticed staff sergeant Tyler glaring at me with vehement disapproval. No sooner did I see that until we were called to attention and everything came to a screeching halt.
I went about my day from there just like normal, forgetting the morning's events. That evening daddy drove me back to the apartment as usual. He seemed quieter than normal and occasionally glanced at me angrily in the rear view mirror (I was never allowed to ride up front).
When we got to the apartment, I went straight into the bathroom to put on a hot red set of lingerie I had bought for daddy. It consisted of a set of red velvet panties, a red velvet bustier, a red satin garter belt and black stockings with a red satin bow on the back just below my ass cheeks. Beyond that, there were the silicon breast forms that daddy bought me soon after we got together and of course the dreaded stilettos.
I went to work making myself as presentable as possible. I glued on the breast forms, applied my makeup, donned my wig, painted my nails, doused myself with daddy's favorite perfume and put on my new ensemble. Lastly before leaving I locked on my heels. I hated those heels, they were clearly far too small for my feet. On more than one occasion they left my feet bleeding.
I gave myself one final inspection in the mirror before exciting the bathroom intent on cooking daddy's dinner before getting started on the Friday night festivities.
My plans did not come to pass as I had expected. As I came out, daddy was waiting and punched me in the stomach hard enough to double me over, then followed that up with a right hook to the head that literally knocked me out.
When I came to I was startled to find myself blindfolded and bound. I was in a roughly sitting position. My arms were bound downwards behind the back of the chair. My knees were tightly bound in a pulled up position beside my ears. Something was stuck in my mouth, holding it open. One other thing became instantly apparent, my cunt was on fire. I could not ascertain why, but I was in serious pain. I have no idea how long I sat there like that, but it was certainly measured in increments of hours.
Finally I heard daddy coming in the apartment. It was obvious that he was not alone.
As they came in they made their way to the sofa. Someone turned on the tv, then I heard the familiar sounds of pornographic moaning coming from the direction of the tv. At the same time, someone was rummaging around in the fridge, presumably getting beers. I noticed that daddy was talking to his guests in German.
They sat and laughed, watching their porno and swilling beer. At the very least I now had a way to mark the passage of time. My muscles screamed in pain, but no one even acknowledged I was even there until about three quarters of an hour more had passed. Daddy then strode over to me unzipping his pants.
"Well what gave we here," he said, "if it ain't daddy's two timing faggot ho!"
The next thing I knew I tasted piss streaming into my mouth. I fought to fight back choking while I swallowed the unanticipated stream. When he finished, he blew smoke from his cigarette into my face and extinguished the butt on the skin between my breast forms. I winced in pain but immobilized could do nothing to prevent it from happening.
Then, harshly daddy jerked whatever he had stuffed up my pussy out. The accompanying pain turned the blackness behind my blindfold into pure blinding white. (I came to find later that he had crammed a stiff bristled brush inside me that was normally used to clean the bore of a 40mm grenade launcher.) Then to add insult to injury, he poured some of whatever he was drinking; some form of hard liquor, onto my tortured hole. That burned like fire. I screamed as best as I could against whatever he had secured in my mouth.
I then heard daddy speaking German, calling the others over. One after the other, they ****d me, harshly fucking my sore pussy, but daddy kept repeating, "nicht hinein spritzen" (don't cum inside it). They complied, one after another depositing their seed in my defenseless mouth rather than granting my cunt the relief of the lubrication that the cum would have provided. Some also urinated in my mouth like daddy had. The relentless dry fucking of my hole was the worst. I was in dire pain to begin with, but every stroke felt like I was being fucked with a hot knife blade. Every time I started to think it could get no worse, someone would extinguish another cigarette somewhere on my body. By this time I was literally sobbing behind my blindfold. Hot tears streamed down my face.
"Look the worthless faggot bitch is crying," daddy mocked.
They took turns r****g me, rotating through resting and watching porn to recharge before returning to have another pass at me. Hours passed until finally daddy showed them the door. I could tell from his voice that he was quite drunk.
I was hoping he would release me, but instead, much to my dismay, I heard him wander into the bedroom and flop into the bed. Within minutes I heard daddy's familiar snores.
The night passed slowly. My muscles protested against being held in this single unnatural position for so long. I thought morning would never come.
Eventually however it did. I heard daddy stirring and moving around. Then I tasted the familiar taste of his morning urine streaming into my defenseless mouth.
Then I felt him unceremoniously removing the bindings that held me in place. He had strapped me to the chair with duct tape. It hurt like hell as he removed it, but I was glad that it was finally coming off none the less. Last to go was the blindfold. After so many hours in the darkness the bright morning light was an additional pain for me to endure.
"Get your worthless queer ass up and cook my breakfast ho!" Daddy said, punctuating his sentence with a painful blow to my face that knocked me out of my chair.
I struggled against gravity and painfully paralyzed muscles to rise. I set about cooking daddy the best breakfast I could muster, not wanting to perturb him more than he already was. As I set it in front of him he growled his grudging approval. I furtively escaped into the bathroom.
There I found a nightmare staring back out of the mirror. My makeup was destroyed, the right side of my face was covered with a large multi-colored bruise and quite swollen. My stomach also sported a large angry bruise. Dried blood was caked between my ass cheeks and raw cigarette burns speckled my skin. My eyes were bloodshot and there were bags underneath them. My pretty new outfit, a total loss, torn and covered in dried blood and sticky duct tape residue.
I set about quickly repairing my makeup as best as I could. When I finally emerged I was still a nightmare vision compared to my normal self. As I came out daddy was still eating his breakfast, so I set about cleaning up the mess from the night before. There were beer bottles everywhere and empty shot glasses as well. An empty bottle of wild turkey laid sideways on the coffee table. In the kitchen on the floor was the heap of duct tape that had held me to the chair and there was dried spatters of blood from my savaged pussy on the floor.
About the time I finished cleaning up, daddy had also finished his breakfast. As I stood there still holding the broom and dust pan, daddy walked up to me, crowding me backwards until my back hit the wall. He reached up, his huge hand encircling my throat and lifted me off my heels.
As he held me there aloft, my back pinned against the wall he snarled angrily through his clenched teeth, "you ever gonna flirt with another man again without my permission you worthless faggot ho?"
"No daddy!" I croaked.
"You better never bitch!" He continued, "you ever do, last night will look like a happy fucking memory. They gonna find your worthless white ass cold at the bottom of a nasty tank ditch out on some range. Are we clear?"
"Yes daddy!" I croaked.
With that he dropped me and ordered me to go run him a bath. I scurried along and did as I was told. When it was ready, I told daddy and he came and sat in the tub. When he got into the tub, he slid forward, his customary signal that he wanted me to get in with him to wash his back. I quickly shucked my tattered lingerie and slid in behind him, glad for now to be back on a normal footing with him. We bathed and then after we finished, we went into the bedroom and daddy fucked me again. As he held me tight and shot his seed deep inside me, I felt once again whole. I resolved to never speak with anyone attractive again without daddy's permission. As I laid there, his cock buried deep inside me twitching in his ecstasy, I came for the first time from daddy fucking me.
Up until that time I had not had an orgasm. From that point forward they were a regular occurrence. Something changed and I would never be the same. Daddy never concerned himself with my clit (in fact he never touched it even once in the whole time we were together) and I got scolded for touching it myself. Now I didn't need to.
I later found out that staff sergeant Tyler had Jamal Tucker transfered to a different company.
Little did I know when I arrived and staff sergeant Tyler had assigned me to first platoon, third squad; that he would be my squad leader. Not only that, but since we were serving in an armored unit, he was also my tank commander. Our relationship had been going on at this point for about two months.
I was standing in my position in formation one morning waiting to be called to attention, milling about like everyone else. I noticed a guy I hadn't seen before who looked a little lost. He was a cute young black guy. You could clearly see that his uniform did a very poor job of concealing the mountains of huge muscles on his body. He noticed me looking at him.
"Is this first platoon?" he asked.
"Sure is," I replied.
"Great, thanks!" He said. Then he extended is hand in greeting, saying, "Tucker's the name, Jamal Tucker".
I took his hand and shook it, saying, "I'm Ford, Mike Ford."
He smiled flashing his gorgeous ivory teeth at me, melting my heart. About that time I noticed staff sergeant Tyler glaring at me with vehement disapproval. No sooner did I see that until we were called to attention and everything came to a screeching halt.
I went about my day from there just like normal, forgetting the morning's events. That evening daddy drove me back to the apartment as usual. He seemed quieter than normal and occasionally glanced at me angrily in the rear view mirror (I was never allowed to ride up front).
When we got to the apartment, I went straight into the bathroom to put on a hot red set of lingerie I had bought for daddy. It consisted of a set of red velvet panties, a red velvet bustier, a red satin garter belt and black stockings with a red satin bow on the back just below my ass cheeks. Beyond that, there were the silicon breast forms that daddy bought me soon after we got together and of course the dreaded stilettos.
I went to work making myself as presentable as possible. I glued on the breast forms, applied my makeup, donned my wig, painted my nails, doused myself with daddy's favorite perfume and put on my new ensemble. Lastly before leaving I locked on my heels. I hated those heels, they were clearly far too small for my feet. On more than one occasion they left my feet bleeding.
I gave myself one final inspection in the mirror before exciting the bathroom intent on cooking daddy's dinner before getting started on the Friday night festivities.
My plans did not come to pass as I had expected. As I came out, daddy was waiting and punched me in the stomach hard enough to double me over, then followed that up with a right hook to the head that literally knocked me out.
When I came to I was startled to find myself blindfolded and bound. I was in a roughly sitting position. My arms were bound downwards behind the back of the chair. My knees were tightly bound in a pulled up position beside my ears. Something was stuck in my mouth, holding it open. One other thing became instantly apparent, my cunt was on fire. I could not ascertain why, but I was in serious pain. I have no idea how long I sat there like that, but it was certainly measured in increments of hours.
Finally I heard daddy coming in the apartment. It was obvious that he was not alone.
As they came in they made their way to the sofa. Someone turned on the tv, then I heard the familiar sounds of pornographic moaning coming from the direction of the tv. At the same time, someone was rummaging around in the fridge, presumably getting beers. I noticed that daddy was talking to his guests in German.
They sat and laughed, watching their porno and swilling beer. At the very least I now had a way to mark the passage of time. My muscles screamed in pain, but no one even acknowledged I was even there until about three quarters of an hour more had passed. Daddy then strode over to me unzipping his pants.
"Well what gave we here," he said, "if it ain't daddy's two timing faggot ho!"
The next thing I knew I tasted piss streaming into my mouth. I fought to fight back choking while I swallowed the unanticipated stream. When he finished, he blew smoke from his cigarette into my face and extinguished the butt on the skin between my breast forms. I winced in pain but immobilized could do nothing to prevent it from happening.
Then, harshly daddy jerked whatever he had stuffed up my pussy out. The accompanying pain turned the blackness behind my blindfold into pure blinding white. (I came to find later that he had crammed a stiff bristled brush inside me that was normally used to clean the bore of a 40mm grenade launcher.) Then to add insult to injury, he poured some of whatever he was drinking; some form of hard liquor, onto my tortured hole. That burned like fire. I screamed as best as I could against whatever he had secured in my mouth.
I then heard daddy speaking German, calling the others over. One after the other, they ****d me, harshly fucking my sore pussy, but daddy kept repeating, "nicht hinein spritzen" (don't cum inside it). They complied, one after another depositing their seed in my defenseless mouth rather than granting my cunt the relief of the lubrication that the cum would have provided. Some also urinated in my mouth like daddy had. The relentless dry fucking of my hole was the worst. I was in dire pain to begin with, but every stroke felt like I was being fucked with a hot knife blade. Every time I started to think it could get no worse, someone would extinguish another cigarette somewhere on my body. By this time I was literally sobbing behind my blindfold. Hot tears streamed down my face.
"Look the worthless faggot bitch is crying," daddy mocked.
They took turns r****g me, rotating through resting and watching porn to recharge before returning to have another pass at me. Hours passed until finally daddy showed them the door. I could tell from his voice that he was quite drunk.
I was hoping he would release me, but instead, much to my dismay, I heard him wander into the bedroom and flop into the bed. Within minutes I heard daddy's familiar snores.
The night passed slowly. My muscles protested against being held in this single unnatural position for so long. I thought morning would never come.
Eventually however it did. I heard daddy stirring and moving around. Then I tasted the familiar taste of his morning urine streaming into my defenseless mouth.
Then I felt him unceremoniously removing the bindings that held me in place. He had strapped me to the chair with duct tape. It hurt like hell as he removed it, but I was glad that it was finally coming off none the less. Last to go was the blindfold. After so many hours in the darkness the bright morning light was an additional pain for me to endure.
"Get your worthless queer ass up and cook my breakfast ho!" Daddy said, punctuating his sentence with a painful blow to my face that knocked me out of my chair.
I struggled against gravity and painfully paralyzed muscles to rise. I set about cooking daddy the best breakfast I could muster, not wanting to perturb him more than he already was. As I set it in front of him he growled his grudging approval. I furtively escaped into the bathroom.
There I found a nightmare staring back out of the mirror. My makeup was destroyed, the right side of my face was covered with a large multi-colored bruise and quite swollen. My stomach also sported a large angry bruise. Dried blood was caked between my ass cheeks and raw cigarette burns speckled my skin. My eyes were bloodshot and there were bags underneath them. My pretty new outfit, a total loss, torn and covered in dried blood and sticky duct tape residue.
I set about quickly repairing my makeup as best as I could. When I finally emerged I was still a nightmare vision compared to my normal self. As I came out daddy was still eating his breakfast, so I set about cleaning up the mess from the night before. There were beer bottles everywhere and empty shot glasses as well. An empty bottle of wild turkey laid sideways on the coffee table. In the kitchen on the floor was the heap of duct tape that had held me to the chair and there was dried spatters of blood from my savaged pussy on the floor.
About the time I finished cleaning up, daddy had also finished his breakfast. As I stood there still holding the broom and dust pan, daddy walked up to me, crowding me backwards until my back hit the wall. He reached up, his huge hand encircling my throat and lifted me off my heels.
As he held me there aloft, my back pinned against the wall he snarled angrily through his clenched teeth, "you ever gonna flirt with another man again without my permission you worthless faggot ho?"
"No daddy!" I croaked.
"You better never bitch!" He continued, "you ever do, last night will look like a happy fucking memory. They gonna find your worthless white ass cold at the bottom of a nasty tank ditch out on some range. Are we clear?"
"Yes daddy!" I croaked.
With that he dropped me and ordered me to go run him a bath. I scurried along and did as I was told. When it was ready, I told daddy and he came and sat in the tub. When he got into the tub, he slid forward, his customary signal that he wanted me to get in with him to wash his back. I quickly shucked my tattered lingerie and slid in behind him, glad for now to be back on a normal footing with him. We bathed and then after we finished, we went into the bedroom and daddy fucked me again. As he held me tight and shot his seed deep inside me, I felt once again whole. I resolved to never speak with anyone attractive again without daddy's permission. As I laid there, his cock buried deep inside me twitching in his ecstasy, I came for the first time from daddy fucking me.
Up until that time I had not had an orgasm. From that point forward they were a regular occurrence. Something changed and I would never be the same. Daddy never concerned himself with my clit (in fact he never touched it even once in the whole time we were together) and I got scolded for touching it myself. Now I didn't need to.
I later found out that staff sergeant Tyler had Jamal Tucker transfered to a different company.
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