Rank does have its privilege (Closed to littlesisters)

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General Thomas A. Stone
Age 45
Height 6'1"
Weight 186lbs
Appearance:

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Spent 27 years of my life climbing the ladder from a Private all the way to General. It wasn't easy. Joined after the end of the Vietnam War, clawed through the Cold War and in the early 90s thought I couldn't get anywhere because of the peacetime. But, thanks to the Gulf War, I began to move on up. Commissioned an officer and now I was tapped to be a four-star general and run the base at Fort Riley, Kansas. All the years of faithful service finally yielded fruit for me.

But with the promotion came troubles. Every day I was bombarded with offers, counter offers, visits from people wanting to see how the Army works and how the troops and the base were going. Instead of commanding troops, I was giving tours and sitting in my office listening to speeches. This was no way to live. Trying to blow them off only made things worse. When Congressmen waddle on post, you have to listen to them, otherwise they would find a way to get rid of you. That's how I learned that the Senate and the Congress, a stereotype of laziness and corruption, was even worse off than the public could ever dream. Foreign people were just the same. They smile and shake hands for the camera, but in their hotel rooms they wanted some younger lady to suck them off and talk to them dirty for a few hours to make them feel like men, again.

The plump congressmen came to my office, sat down, and began going over budgets and projections and possible troop cuts. My unit was already being slated for deployment back to Iraq, and now they wanted to throw budgets at me. I wish I knew a way to get them off my back.

That's when one of my junior officers showed me a way. He was being discharged from the service and he wanted me to inherit his side business. People would call him a pimp, but it certainly worked. See, what the Congressmen and Senators and the diplomats, and dignitaries really cared about was for themselves. They didn't care about their jobs, they wanted what they could get, as much as they could and what they wanted most was pleasure-on the government dime.

The officer gave me a whole list of eager and willing junior officers and enlisted men waiting for the call to come in to entertain my guests for the day, or night, or whichever in between. The officer showed me all of the women, and a few men, that were on call. He picked them well. It was a rich cast of people, good looks, good careers, and a host of talents that would be easy for them to win over my guests.

All the better. I spent several days trying to learn everything because in a week's time there was going to be a visit by several dignitaries from France who wanted to see how the American Army fights against their French troops.

 

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Master Sergeant Sienna "Party Girl" Fowler
Age: 22
Height: 5'7
Weight: 120 lbs
Appearance:

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Back in my childhood years I am always fascinated by things about military. I spend my time playing with toy soldiers and G.I Joe action figures instead of Mattel's iconic dolls. Thats what inspired me to follow my father's footsteps in hopes that I will make myself an honorable individual fighting for my country.....or so thats what I thought to believe

After a couple of years of staggering training in discpline and some abuse from a black woman drill sergeant, I finally made it as an enlisted personnel, that time I was already eager to be deployed overseas for some action and do some good, but all I get is a transfer of base from S. Carolina's Fort Jackson to Kansas' Fort Riley to assists some hillbillies on sniper marksmanship training.

Now that I'm living an easy life in the fort, It seems that I've settled my life for less. Instead of going for some real firefight, I'm shooting lifeless targets and having to glare back at those hillbillies who are ogling on me. I started to think whether I could still become like my father who served in Gulf 1, now it looks like I will no longer be able to fulfill my dream of becoming an officer.

But things started to turn for the worse one night when I was suddenly called by Lt. McHUGE to come with him to the helicopter hangar. I was confused with this sudden turn of events, moreover when he showed me a secret door leading to an underground hallway that is dimly lit. My heart started to race a bit for feeling uneasy, I also began to ask what the strange formality is all about but Lt. McHUGE just told me not to ask because this concern is above my clearance.

Then we stopped at the end of the narrow hallway where a metal door with a red light above greeted us. Fore some reasons unknown to me, Lt. McHUGE just looked up to the red light and didn't utter a single word, then in an instant the metal door suddenly opened on its own.

Inside, the room is quite dark like some FBI interrogation room without the one-way mirror but had other doors. Again I ask Lt. McHUGE what this is all about, but then all I get is an order to wait while he goes to enter another room. While waiting I was suddenly grab from behind by a large man, I don't who he is but since I am still inside a military facility, its probably safe to assume that the one who grab me is a military personnel. The man covered mouth with his right hand and locked both of my arms at my back with his left. I instantly panic and tried to writhe to set myself free but to no avail, for the guy was too muscular for me to shake off, my screams were muffled and my legs were wriggling in a vain attempt to break free.

Then just a few seconds later, another military personnel wearing a black balaclava suddenly came in front of me and forcefully opened my jacket and raised my tank top, I whimpered when he started feeling up my breasts with his large rough callous hands through my bra, it didn't help me when I began breathing heavily that made my chest heave faster which only makes it easier for him to knead my breasts.

After he was done fondling my breasts, he reach down to my trousers and unbuckled my belt, then he brought down my pants and immediately cupped my sex through my panties. Tears started to roll down my eyes for having felt totally violated, I can't believe that my own fellow soldiers will do this to me.

While he has rubbing my womanhood with his right hand, his left is playing with my left breasts. That time I started to grow weak for nearly exhausting myself through struggling. A few moments later, I saw two men came out of the door where Lt. McHUGE went earlier, I can only assume McHUGE himself is one of the two. The two men watched me get violated in front of them for awhile while I saw one of them whispering to the other.

Suddenly I heard a loud and firm voice from of the two men who were watching me, I can only assume it was not McHUGE voice as the guy sounded like a black man. At that instant, the violating stopped although I am still grabbed by the personnel behind me. The one wearing a balaclava step aside as the man who gave the order approach me. As he got closer I finally saw him, he is indeed a negro and from what I could see from his cap, he had the rank of Major, though he didn't have a name patch on his jacket nor a patch to determine which military department he belongs to. The Major looked at me with a sharp and serious face, it all changed suddenly when he looked at my semi-naked chest that put a lecherous smirk on his face.

After he was done looking at my breasts he crouched and checked my sex, rubbing my slightly damp panties with his fingers and caressing my thighs which only added a devious grin on his face as I squirm my legs a bit.

Major: "You sure know how to pick the hottest ones from barracks HUGE. This one goes on with the Ace list. Fort Riley has got another top-of-the-line "hardware".

It really made me frightened when the Major uttered the word "hardware", for all I know is that these crackers would make a whore out of me...... Which is probably would be my fate in the days to come.

Then after he was finished checking me, the Major stood up and glanced at one behind me, the Major nodded his head, ordering to release me from his grasp, I grunted in disgust and anger that even gave me the guts to throw out undisciplined language.

Me: "Who the fuck are you sir, and why the hell did you that to me?!"

The Major just smirk back at me and before I put back on my jacket he stopped me.

Major: "Uh-uh, not yet sweetheart,first you need to know that from this day onward, you will be serving UNDER MY COMMAND."

It only infuriated me much further that I tried to slapped him, but before my palm could reach his cheek, he grabbed and pushed me on the wall pinning me, he was strong and fast indeed just from his looks and brawn.

I was shock and didn't moved when it happened so fast, then suddenly he put a thick roll of dollar bills in between my cleavage. I was dumbstruck to see that I just got compensated from this lascivious act.

Major: "Still got anything to say babe?"

Me: "Why the fuck would I serve under you, I don't even know your name sir and I serve under Lt. Asious(ASSIOUS)"

Major: "Oh is that it?"

The Major just glanced back at the one who sexed me up earlier, the one wearing a balaclava, it seems that the Major has ordered him to show himself to me. Then it really shock me to see that the one who molested me was none other than my own CO, Lt. Asious(ASSIOUS) himself.

Lt. Asious: Well done soldier, you are now one of the "Commandos".

Me: "Commandos"?

Major: That's what you are, from now on you will be touring into the hottest battlefield actions you've never seen, I shit you not. You will be using your "foxhole" on extreme firefights....... In bed.

After the Major said this, the rest of the men laugh including him.

Me: Fuckers....

Major: Fix yourself, we're done here. Alright boys "drill" is over.

Me: I still haven't got your name sir.

Major: Name's PAYNE. Major PAYNE.

As he said his name, it shocked me to find out that Major PAYNE is still around the Fort even though he is already been discharged for.... dishonorable actions. And it even surprise me further to learn that my CO is in cahoots with him as well as Lt. McHUGE.

Now it seems that I will be earning grands instead of medals from this day on..... I just ruined my father's legacy.

Major PAYNE: Come with me, I'll brief you for your next..... Mission

 

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Trying to working the office was a cluttered mess. Files were stacked all over the desk and then the phone rang. Annoyed I picked up the receiver and forced the words out, "General Thomas Stone..." there came the slow, smoking tone of a familiar voice.

"Good news, we have some new hardware"

A smile suddenly came across my face. I nodded, "Good. Have the hardware ready by this Saturday," then hung up the phone. The war the protocol. I had good people in the ranks to service my needs. I didn't have to check up on them, they knew how to work without someone bearing over them. That new hardware meant that I had another woman ready for me to 'entertain' my guests.

The smoking voice was a man that I won't mention by name, but he was known for being aggressive in picking the women. Most of them were young, eager. They weren't told about what they were going to be used for, but when you flash enough brass at them, they become little kittens and want to play.

When my day was done in the office I went back to my large on base house just a hundred yards away or so. Had the whole place to myself. No wife, no children, no girlfriend. A lot of women wanted to be with me, not because they liked me, but because I was the commanding general, I had full reign over everyone on this base and being the wife of the general had its privileges. That would not do. I want people that earn their privileges, earn their rank, earn their respect. That came through hard work.

Dropping my satchel at the front door and taking off my boots and uniform and slipping into a smoking jacket and slippers, I shuffled around the house. At last I felt comfortable. Going to the window overlooking the courtyard that separated my house from the command building there was nothing stirring in the black field as the lights of the post glowed. It felt so empty.

I could use some entertainment.

The plane bringing the French soldiers had already landed and they were offloading their equipment and getting quartered, but the diplomats weren't going to arrive until Friday evening. They would spend that night getting over their jet-lag and then Saturday is when it would all kick off.