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Disclaimer: If this is illegal in whatever place you happen to be in, don't blame me if you get in trouble. As for the story, it's obviously a fantasy, but certainly a strong fantasy of mine, a dream even. Enjoy the read! This story is complete, but there is a follow on that I am working on. So there I was, tied to a metal bench in the boys locker room, at Rancho Alamitos High School, my breasts smashed against the cold aluminum, and hanging off to the side, my butt in the air, my wrists tied to the wooden legs of the bench, my ankles to the other side, and some big jock kneeling on the bench behind me, pushing into me, the thrusts pushing my face into the bench on each stroke. My prom dress was flipped up, showing my bare ass, my breasts had been popped out of the low front, and my panties had been torn off earlier. I couldn't believe this was happening to me, but it was, oh it was, and so real, as real as reality. I could feel every thrust, and despite all the pain I was feeling, it was starting to feel good as well. He was hitting something deep inside me, and something else was getting rubbed as well, by the football pads piled under me to keep my butt high enough in the air for not just him, but the three previous, and for the rest of the team, most likely, almost definitely. All of a sudden, I felt him jerk, tense, and from the warm jet of something I felt inside of me, he had just cum, and hard, too. I felt him get off, and then heard his buddy say something along the lines of me being too used up for him to want. I felt relief, and maybe a little frustration, but then started to get worried as the next comment was, "I bet she can take it in the ass!" followed by numerous cheers and whoops from what was undoubtedly the football team. I felt a hand run from the front of my crotch back, and then again, rubbing some of the come leaking from my well used pussy around to my rear hole, and then felt someone grabbing my hips and holding them there. I felt something poking at my ass, something hard as a rock, and slowly enter me, but this it time hurt! Oh it HURT! It felt like something was ripping me apart, and I tried to scream, but I couldn't around the gag in my mouth, my own panties. The boy behind me finally pushed all the way in, and paused. It hurt, but not nearly as bad as it did at first. The feeling of fullness was the most I had ever felt, and that, at least almost felt good. But he started pulling out, and that hurt all over again, and when he pushed back in, it hurt again. Slowly he got into a rhythm, and fortunately for me, it was a slow rhythm, since I wouldn't have been able to take much more. My ass was on fire, but as he pushed in and out, in and out, and as he did, he slowly increased his speed, and I started to feel it in me. I started to feel the same thing as before, only different, but good, that feeling of fullness. Just as I was getting closer to my peak (oh god, was I horny in this body!) he came in me, in my rear. But as he left someone else took his place, and it began again. Somehow, this time, I came, and oh god did I scream, or at least a muffled roar in my panty gag. I must have done something as I came, because it caused whoever was behind me to come as well, and I thought maybe that would be the last one. My pleas were not answered, or maybe my subconscious ones were, as someone else took his place, and by now, I must have been really loose back there (which might cause problems later) as he slipped right in and began pumping in and out, and soon came in me as well. I don't know how many more there were, but I must have been full from all the come in my ass, or I felt like it, at least. Finally, the last one came in me; I knew he was last as everyone was cheering him on, telling him that he better make it good for me since there was no more. And he did make it good, as I came again. I was exhausted by then, as at least 5 guys must have come in my ass, after the three in my pussy. But at least I was done. Or so I thought, when all of a sudden, I heard one deep voice say, "This will show her," and I felt him slip into my ass, which I know was loose as can be at that point, since he was only semi hard. He pushed as far in as he could, and I waited for him to begin pumping, but he didn't. Instead, I felt something filling me up, gushing into me, something hot. He was pissing in my ass! Finally, he was done, and he warned me that I better hold it, as he gave my fat ass cheeks a hard smack. I must have passed out, because when I opened my eyes, I could see again, and the gag was gone. I was naked, though, still, and lying on a cold tile floor, of what I recognized as the girls shower room. I must have been carried there. I felt my bloated stomach, and knew that somehow I had held it, the urine in my ass, because it felt like a big cramp in there. I started to look around, and noticed a hypodermic needle next to me, and some white powder, arranged in lines, when the lights flashed all on, and what looked to be cops moved in. Disoriented by the bright light, the noise, and whatever hangover I had, I was handcuffed, a blanket was thrown over me, and I was escorted to a police station. The next couple of days were a blur, as I was still suffering the aftereffects of whatever they had given me, but I do know the first thing that happened when I got to the police station, or actually before the station, as the police car pulled up, was that I lost control, with all the urine, and come, and everything that had been packed into my butt finally rebelled strong enough and I made a mess in the police car. This made my situation even worse, and at this point, the police were even less inclined to cut me any breaks, not even letting me clean up. Somehow this worked for me, though, as when they threw me in a cell, I was such a stinking mess, none of the other cell mates bothered me. Lucky me... I laid there for what seemed like forever, but was only the rest of the night and into the day, with cum leaking out of my ass, dull aches everywhere, including from laying on the concrete floor, before I gathered up the effort to get up and make the best of the situation. I was able to clean up somewhat, using the blanket they had given me, and actually put on the pink prison jumpsuit (this was one of those jails which tried to embarrass and/or pacify the men by making them wear pink, and since they had a low budget, this carried over to the women's uniforms) Finally, they had to arraign me, and the public defender assigned to me had already read all my case, and advised me to pled guilty to the drug charges and get it over with. Somehow, against my better judgment, I listened to his advice, and threw myself on the mercy of the court. Big mistake. It had been arranged by the defender, the judge, and the prosecutor, who all happened to be golf buddies, along with the man who completed their little foursome, that I would fulfill another quota. Their fourth was the local Marine recruiter. My worst nightmare was now in place: the judge offered me a choice. Either 10 years in prison for felony possession with intent to distribute, since I had more than the minimum required, or 4 years in the good ol' U.S. Marine Corps! Now would probably be a good time to explain some things. You may be wondering how I got to this state. Me, too. Looking back, it all seems unreal, and it shatters all conceptions of the known universe that I had, but nevertheless, here I was, and I knew that what had happened to me was real, even if no one would ever believe my story. I did, I believed myself. So, back to the beginning. I am, or I suppose I should was, a US Marine officer, not long back from the war in Iraq. I had been assigned to recruiting duty, against my wishes, as I had no desire to lie to young men (and women) and try and get them to enlist in the Corps. I loved what I did, but I knew that lately the USMC was a hard sell, mostly due to the war. Even worse, we had to try and recruit women, because the Corps desperately needed women Marines in the war zone to help search Muslim women. Of course, I had my own ideas about women in the Corps, and I 'knew' they were only good for one thing. Well, two. Sex, and getting fat and getting kicked out. The old terminology was BAM, which stood for Broad-Assed Marine, and we had plenty of those. Of course, the worst ones always seemed to be able to either be fucking the right person, or ready to claim sexual harassment at the drop of a dime. In my opinion, the Corps would be better without women marines, although there were some that made good "Marine Mattresses", as I liked to call them. They didn't deserve to be in the Corps, but they at least made up for it by not being fat, and giving good head in the morning. I still had to do my best to recruit women, though, and I thought I did, without letting my attitudes come through. They must have, though, since that's why I ended up the way I am now. It happened when I was at a local high school, giving a brief to the seniors at Career Day. This was one of the high schools that still allowed military recruiters on campus, which seemed to not be happening that much these days. Too many parents complained that the military, especially the Army and Marines, were stealing their children to send off to war, and with the body count rising every day, the demand for "boots on the ground" as they like to say growing larger, and the number of coffins coming home, they did have a point, albeit one I thought was a load of crap. Anyways, we recruiting types did our best. I went to the schools I could, dressed in my finest Blues, showing off all my shiny medals, trying to prove I was a hero (and I was, but so were the majority of the Marines, and even soldiers, that had been over there). The uniform does attract the women, or in this case, the girls, and wow, some of them could not be teenagers, judging by their bodies. There was this one, though, who still had her puppy fat on her, and was too plump to ever be a Marine. Not fat, but she had the type of body that would never make it in the Corps, at least in my opinion. She would epitomize the Broad Assed Marine I mentioned earlier. No matter to her, though, she still wanted to be a Marine. I'm not sure why, since she seemed to be one of those Goth types, but we were getting more and more of those in the Corps, especially in my field. I was (am!) an Intelligence Officer (all oxymoron jokes about Military Intelligence aside) and while we did get some of the brightest in our field, we also got some of the weirdest. She kept bothering me, though, despite all I could (subtly) say to discourage her. Truth be told, she could have made it, with a lot of work, but with my attitude towards women in the Corps, I certainly didn't want her in my Marine Corps. Finally, near the end of the day, I told her, "Look, pumpkin, women don't belong in the Marines, especially not fat ones like you. Don't bother me anymore." With that, she got a gleam in her eye, and said, "You'll regret that, pumpkin." I looked kind of puzzled at her remark, muttered something about bitches and witches and walked away. Little did I know what was about to happen. That night, when I closed my eyes to go to sleep, I was feeling a little queasy, a little sick, maybe a slight fever. I wondered if I had caught something from being around kids all day. I had the strangest dreams when I finally fell asleep, dreams I'm not sure I want to remember. When I woke, I knew immediately something was wrong, as I certainly didn't have pink sheets and a pink curtain around my bed. I felt different, too, and I thought I must still be dreaming, when I heard a noise, someone talking. I looked around (ignoring the pink painted walls) and didn't see anyone, casually brushing my hair out of my eyes Wait a minute! Hair in my eyes! I kept my hair buzz cut, certainly not this long, blond hair that was all tangled up! I then noticed what I was wearing, a camisole top, and a pair of white cotton panties with hearts on them. And they fit right. Right, that is, if I had a vagina, and not the normal penis that I was used to! It was hard to see though, since the cami top seemed to be pushed out by a large pair of breasts, which, even worse, seemed to be attached to me, as they hurt when I grabbed them and tried to pull them. The voice sounded again in my head, and I ceased trying to pull my breasts off my chest, and looked around some more. It was then I knew I must be dreaming, as I realized there was no one there, and the voice was in my head. This must be some weird flashback that was caused by something I was exposed to over in Iraq. No chemical weapons, my ass!! "NO! This is not a dream!" This time, there was no mistaking the voice in my head. "I've decided to give you a taste of your own medicine, let you see what it's like to be a woman in a man's world, pumpkin." Something about the voice, or maybe the words sounded familiar, but I couldn't place it. "You're going to get a chance to see what all women go through throughout their life, but I'm going to have to make some changes, since this won't be permanent. But you will sure think it will last forever, I'll make sure of that!" "I've also made things a bit easier in some ways for you, since I let you have the skills a girl learns growing up, but trust me, it will still be difficult." With that, I felt an audible snap, as if something in my mind flipped a switch. Suddenly I knew that this was true, that it wasn't a dream. I don't know how I knew, and I wanted to keep thinking that it was all figment of my imagination, but deep down inside me, I knew it was true. Knowing this, I figured I had better start acting out my part, since I had no idea what would happen if I didn't play along. I figured that this must be some sort of magic, or maybe technology that I had never heard about, but if it was technology, would it be used like this, on me. What was this, you might ask? Well, to put it simply, I was now a woman. Or more accurately, a teenage girl, judging by my room. I seemed to have numerous posters of football players around the room, but these were not the typical picture a guy would have. Or at least no self respecting heterosexual guy I knew (had known?) would have posters like these. Nothing pornographic, nor too risqu?, but definitely something that a sexually active girl would have. Also, judging by the pinkness of the room, it was a girls room. And I suppose the cheerleaders outfits hanging in the closet would be a tip-off. I got up off the bed, and walked over to the mirror hanging in the closet, and started to take stock of the situation. Somehow I seemed to be adjusting well, as if something had been done to me to get me to accept the situation. Thinking back, I knew that something had, but at the time, I didn't think anything of it. I looked in the mirror, and a very sexy, sexual, teenage (although well developed for her years) girl looked back at me. Perhaps a bit too plump for my tastes, but certainly not fat. Long blonde hair down to her (my) waist, probably about 5 feet tall, if that, nice D cups, a relatively narrow waist flaring out into a wide pair of hips, with a firm, if a bit too large, butt, and nice legs, short as they were. A pert nose, nice lips, green eyes, A heart shaped face, with a not too narrow chin, a very kissable neck, and pale, though not too pale skin. All in all, a beauty, not one to win an international beauty contest, especially not at five feet tall, but certainly a beauty nonetheless. I realized this girl looking back at me was me, at about the same time I realized it was school time. As I thought about that, some of the details came back to me. School was high school, and I was a senior. I obviously must be on the cheerleading team, or why would I have two cheerleaders outfits hanging in my closet? All in all, this didn't seem too bad. Someone was doing this to me to teach me a lesson? Whatever lesson it was, I didn't seem to mind learning it. I went through my clothes, both hanging, and in my white dresser, which matched the d?cor of the room, and managed to find a nice pair of pants, a blouse, a matching pair of shoes and all the accessories. I even managed to dress appropriately, easily buttoning the blouse which had the buttons on the wrong side. I grabbed my bag which was sitting by the door, and started to head out, intuitively knowing that I normally didn't eat breakfast, that I walked to school, which was rather close, and that if I missed another first period, I might fail my senior year. Just as I was out the door, and heading down the street, I remembered that I needed to put on some sort of makeup. After all, I had a reputation as a cheerleader to uphold (where did that thought come from?) So, I went back inside, and instinctively put on some lipstick, and a little light foundation, and began to head back out. This time, I even managed to lock the door, since it seemed my parents left for work before I woke up. I made it to school, walked into my first period class (math) and as I walked in, the teacher who was in the process of calling roll, looked at me, looked down at her book, and then did a double take, as she said, "Amanda, why don't you take the time you need. You're excused to use the ladies room." Not knowing what she was talking about, I said, "Excuse me, Ms. Ross? What do you mean?" somehow knowing her name was Ms. Ross. "I think it might be *that* time," she tried to say discreetly, to no avail, as half the class turned around, and either started laughing, or said things along the lines of 'disgusting' and 'she should have known'. Seeing everyone looking at my waist, or actually my crotch, I glanced down, saw a slowly spreading stain, and knew immediately that it was *that* time, that time of the month. I quickly turned around, and flew to the nearest little girls room (funny, I never thought of it that way before), feeling the most embarrassment of my life. I tried to wash out the stain with wet paper towels, after putting a pad in my panties, since I found plenty of those in my purse, but no tampons, not that I would want to even attempt putting a tampon in just yet. However, the paper towel just got the crotch of my pants all wet, making it looked like I had another type of accident, and I finally gave up, and started walking home, not caring about the consequences. The maxi pad rubbed between my legs, making me feel like I had a diaper on, and even though the walk home was no further now than it had been this morning, it felt like forever, as I had to walk back through the school, out the front, and back down the street the half mile to my house. Unfortunately for me, the end of period bell sounded just as I walked out of the bathroom, immediately flooding the halls with all the students of my high school. This gave everyone a chance to see me, with my wet crotch, waddling (at least it felt like it) down the hall and out of the school. It was here that I had the first inklings of the teasing that was apparently my lot in this school. "Hey Mandy, hot panties, huh?!" I heard from one jock looking type, and from others, and then heard the chant that was already well established about me- "Mandy Mandy hot panties, couldn't close her legs when she couldn't get any" Little rhythm and little rhyme, but what could you expect from a bunch of high school-ers? It looked like my role to play, in this silly little game of revenge, was as the school slut, as judged by the number of guys that grabbed my ass as I walked out the school, at the same time as they were singing that silly little rhyme. One guy even grabbed so far forward that he was actually grabbing my crotch, not my butt, and that sent little thrills and chills through me, which really had me worried. Nobody did anything that would get them in trouble, or at least not when the teachers and self-important hall monitors were watching, but all in all, it just added to the humiliation. Finally leaving the school behind, I walked the rest of the way home, bursting into tears just as I went through the front door. I don't know how I managed to hold it in the entire way home, but I did, just barely. The next day at school went reasonably well, all things considered, with a bit of teasing from everyone, boys and girls, but nothing too bad. Next week, though, was different. That was when cheerleading practice started, and I knew I was on the team, because all the girls kept talking about it. It seemed like they were all keeping something secret from me, though, since there were always some whispers that quickly ended when I walked near. It seemed that I wasn't going to find out what the secret was, though, as the first session of cheerleading practice went without any problems. But my relief was short-lived; I think the other girls were just waiting for the right opportunity. Apparently, I had somehow wronged some of them in the made up history that the witch created for me, and they wanted to get revenge. We were practicing throws, and as one of the shorter (if not the shortest) girls there, I got thrown a lot. Little did I know, though, what a vulnerable position this put me in. At first, it was kind of fun; almost like the feeling of parachuting, as I flew through the air. It reminded me of the times I had gone parachuting, and jump school at Ft Benning. Until I got thrown, and someone must have grabbed wrong, because my skirt was ripped off, and somehow, my shirt ended up around my head and shoulders. The girl holding me dropped me down, and I laid there on the ground, in my little cheerleader's pink Keds, my panties, my bra, and my shirt around my head. Everyone started laughing, and then, I felt someone swat my butt, along with some rude comments about how I was going to get it. I didn't know what to do, as I kept getting spanked and teased by the other girls, so, half blind from my shirt, half naked in my bra and panties, I ran off. I was able to get my shirt out from my eyes, but instead of putting it on, it was easier to take it completely off, and I flung it off to the side. I must have gotten pretty disoriented, though, as the next thing I knew, I was running out the front gate of the school, rather than into the locker room where my clothes were. I made a quick decision to keep on running home, instead of back to where the girls were. Too bad it was the wrong decision! School had already been let out, and it was near rush hour, with many people driving home from school, from work, from and to various places. So, I was running down the side of busy road, wearing only my bra and panties. Pretty vulnerable position for a young girl to be in, and soon, I was causing a traffic jam, as everyone was slowing to look at me, honk, yell rude comments, whistle, and just generally make me miserable. I kept on running home, though, as I had nothing better to do. Fortunately, I thought at the time, a police officer pulled up next to me, and offered me a ride. I gladly got in; he even let me ride in front with him. He didn't give me anything to cover up with, but I didn't think anything of it, at first. He started driving, and I gave him quick directions, and then just closed my eyes and started softly crying to myself. The shock of everything and the way the girls had treated me really had just overwhelmed me. We came to a stop, and I opened my eyes, thinking I was home. No, that would have been to good to be true. "Ok, missy," he said, "now it's time for you to pay for your ride." He took my hand, and started rubbing his crotch with my hand; before I could even think of what to say or do, he continued on with, "Now, you are going to give me the best little blow job of your life, or I will tell your parents I caught you hooking on the road. And don't get any ideas, 'cause I know when I deliver you, naked like you are in your pretty little panties, they'll believe me over you. Now get to it!" I tried to look around to see where we were, as he started push my head down towards his crotch with one hand, while unzipping his police trousers with the other. I couldn't really recognize anything, before I felt his hard penis press up against my lips. I didn't open them, until he pinched my nose shut, while still pushing my head down. All of a sudden, I gasped for breath, and he filled my whole mouth with his penis. I started gagging, as he pushed deep into my throat, and then started pumping my head up and down with his free hand. I didn't have any choice in the matter as he started fucking my face! My gag reflex went away pretty quickly, but I still was not enjoying this, as he kept pumping up and down. Soon, I felt him grunt, and then I had to either swallow, or drown, as what seemed like gallons of cum filled my mouth. I didn't even really have much chance to taste it, because I had to swallow so quickly, but it was nice and warm, although kind of slimy, as it went down my throat. After that, he let me up, and told me if I told anyone what happened, he would get me back. I leaned over in my seat, almost curled up in a ball, as he then drove me home. I got out, and walked into my house in a daze, not really knowing what to do, but first going upstairs and taking a nice, long shower. I went to bed, and when my parents came home, only told them that I felt sick at school, and just wanted to sleep. After that, the girls at school didn't bother me for the next month or so, and I got into a regular routine. I occasionally wondered when this would be over, but mostly just went about my (crazy) life. I did well in school, and tried not to make any enemies, although I'm sure I did make some. In fact, I'm so sure I made enemies, because they certainly paid me back come Prom night. Oh yes, Prom. Any teenage girls dream (or nightmare, as the case may be) I did have a number of guys ask me to go to Prom, but I didn't say yes to any of them. Instead, I went with the rest of the cheerleaders, as one big group. Safety in numbers, so they say. The preparation for Prom was difficult, but strangely enjoyable. Selecting the right dress, choosing the correct matching shoes, getting my hair and nails done that day, putting on the special panties and strapless bra, all the getting ready stuff was great! The first part of the Prom was actually fun as well, and I even got out on the dance floor with some of the boys (knowing that I wasn't going to do anything with them) It was somewhat weird in the slow dances, and fending off the 'wandering hands' of some of the boys, but all in all, it was a good time. Until I drunk some of the (unbeknownst to me) drugged punch! That was when I woke up in the locker room, and you already know the rest of that story. Next thing I knew, I was in USMC boot camp. Basic training, or boot camp, as the Marines call it, was harder than I remember. It seemed different from the male version of boot camp. There, all the male recruits pulled together and helped each other out, pushing each other when need be, and giving each other the encouragement needed. It was like we were trying to build a team. Now, though, with all female recruits, it was like one big cat fight. None of us got along, except for all the little cliques that formed, and every girl was looking out for number one, that being herself. It was hard, and lots of little tricks were played on each other, especially the ones that seemed weaker, which I was considered, since I was shorter, and chubbier than some of the other girls. Somehow, the story of how I ended up in Marine boot camp came out (or at least the story that the world knew; the drugs, the sex, the judge, the DA and the recruiter) and this caused me even more problems. To make it worse, I kept getting packages mailed to me, almost invariably with sex toys inside. This happened to some of the other girls as well, but I got the most out of any. These were of course taken by the Drill Instructors, but occasionally, they would get fished out of the trash and used to play practical jokes. I woke up more than once to have the other girls holding me down on my rack (my bed), and shoving the latest gift in my pussy (I had become accustomed to referring to it as my pussy after all the language used by the other girls), or shoving it down my throat, with them telling me I need to get used to this, as the male Marines I will be working for expect all female Marines to suck a good dick. The worst, though, happened to me when I was working out at night. Because we were supposed to get in shape as part of boot camp, there were exercise machines of all different varieties right in the squad bay we lived in (a squad bay is a big open room with lots of bunk beds. Communal living at it's finest) I liked to work out at night, after lights out, because it was very peaceful, and it helped me forget about the daily problems. I was using one of the leg press machines, the kind in which you lay on your front, grab the handrests, and kick back with one leg while the other supported your weight on a knee pad. It was supposed to work your butt, and trust me, my butt needed a lot of work. All of a sudden, everything went dark as something was pulled over my head, while simultaneously, my arms were grabbed and tied to the armrests. Then, I felt someone tieing my midsection to the bench, so that my upper body was completely immobilized. I didn't have a chance to do anything about it, it happened so fast! I felt someone whisper into my ear, "Hold still and don't say anything at all, or you'll regret it, bitch!" Since I knew there were at least three of them, and I was already tied up, I did what she said, and really, I didn't have any choice. Whoever it was quickly yanked my green PT shorts down, and then my panties, and I knew that I was in trouble. She spit on my butt, and my pussy, and then shoved something inside of me, in both of my holes. Instinctively, I knew it was the double dong vibrator I had gotten in the mail today, in another one of those unmarked packages I kept getting. How it ended up in another recruits hands, I don't know, since the DI had taken it away, like all the other things I had gotten in the mail. I felt them (whoever it was) moving something around, and tying some other things, and then placing one of my feet on the weight pad. She (the leader, whose voice I still could not recognize, even though I had been here ten weeks with these girls) told me that I had to hold the weight in place, because it was pushing on the double vibrator, and if I didn't, it would shove it so far up my ass that I would be permanently torn open. She said that they would be back in an hour to let me go. My tormentors left (I think) and it got quiet. My left leg was currently pushing back against the pad, and as I got a little tired and let it slide back, sure enough, it was true, the double vibrator shoved just that much more into me. I quickly pushed the weight pad back, but I must have bumped something on the double vibrator, because it suddenly turned on! I felt the vibrations began to run through my pussy, and through my butt as well, making it even harder to hold the weight pad. It slipped some more, and the combination of the double vibrator shoving deeper into me, and the vibrations made me orgasm, hard. I lost my concentration, and it pushed into me even more, almost on the verge of pain. THAT snapped me out of it, and I pushed back and held the weight steady, feeling the double vibrator retract from me, though not completely, even though I stretched back as far as I could. I knew then that it would be a long hour. I was at least able to switch legs, though I had to be very careful when I did so, or I would almost impale myself, in two spots, from the double vibrator. The hour came and went, and I came, as well, at least two more times. But nobody came to untie me, and I knew it had been at least an hour, since the night guard (also know as the firewatch, which were my fellow recruits) changed every hour, and there were two changes since this happened. Neither of them had bothered to release me, or even notice my predicament, but that was par for the course, of every girl looking out for herself. Anyways, know that an hour had gone by, and no one was there to release me, I figured I had to get myself out of this. I started struggling with my bonds, and realized it was going to be a long night, as they were tied very tight. I came five more times in the next three hours, and this is probably what saved me, as I got very sweaty from the multiple orgasms, holding the weights up, and struggling to get loose. Finally, not long before dawn (lights on, time to get up), I freed myself, and walked back to my rack on very wobbly legs. I was exhausted, had gotten no sleep, had orgasmed at least eight times, held up a pretty heavy weight with alternating legs, and gotten incredibly sweaty. In other words, I was a mess, and it was going to be a long day, because right as I got back to my rack, the lights came on, and it was time to start the groundhog day routine of bootcamp all over again. The last week of boot camp, I received my weekly letter from my Mistress (I had even begun thinking of her that way at this point, capital letters and all) and it had great news. She wrote that she felt I had learned my lesson, and that she would shift everything back to normal at my boot camp graduation. Part of me was somewhat reluctant to do that, after I had worked my way through boot camp all over again, and I realized that it was much more difficult for women. Thus, women obviously showed more willpower and strength of character to survive in the military, making me consider that maybe women did have a place, a rightfully earned place. But the rest of me rejoiced in the coming return to my normal life, and this is where I made my fatal mistake. That night, during the miniscule free time we get, not considering the consequences, I went through the platoon telling every single bitch in the platoon off, telling her what I think of them, and that they deserved to get what was coming to them. I figured soon I would back to normal, and not have to face the consequences of half the platoon wanting to get me back for everything I said, especially after the animosity I had built up throughout the previous weeks. They didn't do anything then, nor that night, and I thought nothing of it. The next day I treated all of them just the same, showing my disdain for them. The anger slowly grew throughout the day and into the evening. That night, it must have been about midnight, maybe two or three hours after lights out, I woke up to my arms and legs being grabbed and tied together in a hog tie, and my mouth being taped over. I felt myself get lifted out of my rack, and carried out the squad bay, though by this time, I had also been blindfolded and couldn't see anything. My PT gear, which is what I slept in, was ripped off as I was carried, and then my panties as well, leaving burn marks as they were torn from my body. This continued for a good amount of time, and I knew we were rather far away from the living area by the time we stopped. I was pushed against what felt like a log, about waist height, and I realized we must be near the more distant of the two obstacle courses. It was about this time I started to feel a little afraid, since out here, no one would be able to hear anything, especially with the sounds of the nearby swamp. My legs were tied to opposite sides of the bar, spreading them wide, and then I was bent over the log, and my hands were tied as well. "Now, bitch, you're going to get what you deserve. All those times you treated us like you were better than us, this is what we think of that," said Natalie, as she punctuated her words with a solid smack on my ass. "You get one of these for every day that you've been a bitch, which is every day of boot camp," as she spanked me again. "And that's from each one of us." At first, the smacks only stung, but as she continued it really started to hurt. And if she was right, there were more girls out there, and each one of them was going to smack my about 90 times! I knew there were more as I heard them but no one really said anything other then "Yeah!" and "you go, Natalie! Spank her good!" and variations thereof. I started screaming about the third girl, bawling uncontrollably about the seventh girl, peed myself about the fifteenth girl, and lost control of my bowels not long after, from the pain. I guess that was it, as they all yelled something at me, something I couldn't understand. Then they washed my off, and I thought it was over. It was over for them, but they didn't bother to untie me. About two hours had gone by at this point, it was maybe about three in the morning, and they all left. Left me there naked, tied up, bent over a log, my butt sticking in the air. Not a good situation to be in when a group of male recruits, who had been tipped off by one of the girls from my platoon who particularly hated me, came walking up. I was still gagged, so there was nothing I could say, and I couldn't really see them, as my blindfold was more or less still on, but I could hear their voices through my pain, and estimated about fifteen of them there. Fifteen male recruits, who hadn't had any sex since they left home probably seven or eight weeks ago. Not good at all. The first yelled, "Nice ass, baby!" as the second one to speak echoed his comment. I heard a couple of them start arguing that maybe they should untie me, but they were quickly silenced. I had started to get really worried at this point, even through all the pain from the spankings. Then I felt one of them grab my hips, and I knew it was about to get even worse, as he shoved his crotch against mine. I felt his hard penis poking at me, and suddenly he slide inside me. A few pumps and he was done, and this set the stage for the rest. They were obviously all extremely horny from the many weeks of boot camp with no release, and they all lined up for a second chance. One of them got the bright idea that maybe he could do something else, and he went around the bar, lifted my head up by my hair, and whispered in my ear, "If you scream, or if I feel any teeth, you are one dead bitch, understand?" I heard the menace in his voice, and frantically nodded my head up and down as I moaned yes. He ripped the gag from my mouth, and quickly replaced it with his penis. Before I could even give any thought to helping him out, he began fucking my mouth, using me as if my mouth were just another hole. At the other end, I continued to get fucked, and this time took a bit longer for each one, but not much since they each still had so much come built up. After the man in front of me had come down my throat, the next one took his place, and I continued to get filled at both ends for the next 30 minutes or so. Eventually the ones at my behind got tired of how wet I was, wet and very very loose at this point, and decided that maybe my butt would be tighter. It was. After I had had at least thirty loads pumped in my mouth and down my throat, and another twenty in my butt, along with the original thirty or so in my pussy, they all grew tired and left, again leaving me there. I eventually passed out. That's where they found me the next morning, still tied to the obstacle course log, come dripping from my ass, and my pussy, down my leg, the strong taste of dried come in my mouth, my poor tender butt cheeks bruised from the fierce spanking I had received. It was an obvious rape case, and they took me to the hospital, mostly incoherent and unable to tell anyone what happened. I was treated well in the hospital, they took good care of me. The standard rape kit was done, although from the number of different men who had raped me, undoubtedly they wouldn't all be found. It was on my fourth day in the hospital, the day of my would be graduation from boot camp, that it all came crashing down. A man in a business suit walked in, accompanied by a priest. The man introduced himself as W. Michael Smith, Attorney at law, and told me that I had been designated the heir of a certain Angela Jacobs. My eyes grew really wide at this news, and I started to hyperventilate, knowing that this was bad news. Angela Jacobs was the name of my Mistress. Smith told me that she had died two days ago of a heart attack, and that I was the heir of all her fortune, a small one, but a fortune none-the-less. My mind snapped as I realized what this meant; she was the only one who could change everything back to normal, and if she was dead, I was stuck like this forever! I started screaming, and as I said my mind snapped. I felt like I was stepping back from my body, able to watch what it was doing, but unable to control it. I was flailing around, hitting things, tearing my hospital gown off, breaking everything I could find, yelling, screaming, swinging around uncontrollably. It took five orderlies to control me, and they finally were able to inject something that caused me to pass out. A good amount of time must have passed before I finally came back to reality, since when I woke, I was in a completely different room, a padded room, and I was wearing a straight-jacket. I knew what had happened, sort of, since the entire time I was acting crazy, I could fuzzily see what was going on, but I had no control, no control whatsoever. There were also many blank periods in which I remembered nothing. The trauma of the multiple rapes, along with the news of Angela's death had caused something in my head to snap, and I completely lost it. I was apparently now in some sort of mental institution; three months had gone by, in which time my antics had gotten me committed and I had plenty of time here to fit in. As I said, I was in a straight jacket, in a padded room. Even worse, I could the thick cloth and plastic of what must be a diaper between my legs. From my foggy memories, I vaguely recall someone, probably a doctor telling me that from the damage the anal rape had caused, along with a bladder infection, I had lost some control of both my bowels and bladder. I remember the doctor saying this in a bored voice, as if he knew that I couldn't hear him, and I did my part by not responding. At least I think that was how it went, since I still couldn't remember much. I did know I was wearing a diaper. I also knew I had used it, since there was an unmistakable smell coming from me. I felt disgusting, I couldn't move my arms, I had an uncontrollable urge to scratch my nose, I couldn't move my arms (I think I already said that) and everything just piled up, and I screamed as loud as I could! That night I found out why I had some many blank spots in my memory, and what evil-minded attendants at a mental institution do with the pretty female patients, and good access to drugs that allow them to control someone. But that's a story for another time.