Privates (closed for Jingling Geordie and AndreaSubbie)

[AndreaSubbie]

"Crumbs, Sir!" was all that Elli could think to respond. There was just so much to process.

Elli was delighted that Ma'am was going to be so fully involved in training her and preparing her for the initiation, in assessing how ready she was. Ma'am was an ally, totally on Elli's side, fully supporting her. Sir seemed a bit more reluctant, like he wasn't yet completely convinced that the initiation would take place at all, and even if it did there was no certainty of her being put through the Difficult level. Maybe in her sessions with Ma'am, if she impressed her enough, Ma'am could then persuade Sir to let her do it? Obviously, Elli had to convince Sir, too. In fact, she had to convince Sir most of all.

"Um, just to say, Sir, that I'm committed to doing this, to impressing you and Ma'am, that I won't let you down, either of you, that I really want to make you both proud? And I know I don't know what's actually in the initiation, or when, or where, but I'm sure I'm ready, or will be after your extra training, and will do everything required to the full and to the best of my ability. I so want to earn consideration for the Extreme Development Initiation, Sir?"

Elli wanted to jump up straight and stand to attention like a good soldier, but she was still leaning forward on the chair, earnestly trying to make her case, to persuade. Which reminded her; that afternoon she would gather more stamps and signatures on her booking-in sheet. There was almost always another clerk in the company office while she was there, someone who would be able to deal with the constant flow of young male soldiers who daily seemed to need her help with something, especially some form or other that she needed to complete for them on her computer while they hovered by her shoulder, with them often leaning forward to read her screen better. Which just proved that girl soldiers must be better organised. But Sir had said to complete her sheet by the end of the week, and she wanted it done by first thing Friday morning, completed in four days for Sir's final signature on her fifth day. She was sure she could do it.

 

[Jingling_Geordie]

"I hope you are committed to this Elli, you need to be if you want to get through it successfully, never mind impressing WO2 West and I." I'll... we'll, do our best to get you ready for it but there will still be some difficult moments for you, things you haven't been prepared for. It will be up to you, your effort, drive and commitment to complete them all satisfactorily or to an even higher standard if you want to be considered for the Extreme Development Initiation."

Sitting back down, leaning forward and staring directly into Elli's eyes, he spoke to her. "I'm looking forward to seeing what you've got during your training with me later today. Finding out how much you're prepared to commit. What you are able to show me."

Clint sat back and was just about to dismiss Elli when he remembered the signing in sheet. He knew she was not going to be able to get all of the signatures required within the week, but wanted to make sure she was trying. "How's the booking-in going Elli? Have you many signature and stamps still to get?"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Oh, it's going really well, Sir; I left it in the desk drawer but this afternoon I'm getting more done. I'm sure I'll be able to complete it by Friday, Sir, like you wanted. There's just a couple of stamps I'm struggling to get, but I should be able to get them sorted, Sir. I really am trying, Sir, doing my best."

Elli thought for a moment. "Maybe at 1700 I can show you how much progress I've already made, Sir?" It occurred to her that Sir must have been hinting for her to bring the sheet, with his references to seeing what she's got, and what she'll be able to show him. It excited her that he was so interested, so committed himself. Surely there was a good chance of her getting to do the Difficult level after his and Ma'am's training. They must believe in her, or they wouldn't be investing time in her? It made her feel special, but not in a big-headed way, but rather the opposite. She just didn't know the word for it.

"And I want you to know, Sir, that I truly am committed to this, to your training, to your preparation. I understand and accept that some things will be difficult, that your training will demand more than I might expect, and might even surprise me, but that's how we grow, isn't it? Overcoming obstacles? It's how I'll become a good soldier, one that you can be proud of? And I know I need to exceed expectations if I'm to be allowed to face the extreme development initiation. I won't let you down, Sir."

Although Sir's warnings made her nervous, it was always going to be inevitable that a Difficult Level Initiation would be scary in parts, but ultimately she would be safe, so she just had to overcome her fears and push through whatever barriers her mind put up. She could do it. She knew she could.

 

[Jingling_Geordie]

"That's good to hear about the booking in sheet Elli, we couldn't begin any level of initiation without that being completed. And you're right about the initiation, being taken out of your comfort zone, will help you grow, as a person and soldier. All training and activities like this are designed to push you to limits not yet experienced, prepare you for any difficult situations you might face during your time in the Army."

Clint got up again, opened the door. "I think that covers everything for now Elli, get back to your duties. See you at 1700hrs."

As Elli left the room, Clint sat back down. Thought for a moment about what training would be suitable for Elli later that day. This is going to be fun, Clint thought to himself, that fit young body ready to be trained, moulded.

But first Clint had some official work to do.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Elli had managed to successfully collect a few more department signatures and stamps, which put her on track to have the booking-in sheet completed for Sir's signature on Friday morning. All she needed was the final few tomorrow, which included Staff's from PT and SSgt Vincent at the QM's store. For some reason, they had always been too busy to sign it each time she'd visited. All the others had been pretty straightforward.

When she returned to the Company office from her signature hunt around camp, she was pleased to see that indeed the other clerk was at his desk but Elli was a little surprised that there were no other visitors. Normally the place was humming, though it didn't take many people to fill the place. It only had room for the three desks.

"Been busy?" she asked her colleague as she sat at her computer and finished sorting through the daily emails.

"Nah, always quiet when you're gone," he replied from his own desk, which again surprised her. He'd been really helpful in these first few days of her first posting, especially when it came to showing her how to navigate the computer network, standing slightly behind her so he could point out what to do next while she worked her computer. It must have just been a coincidence that the place was full when she was there.

At 1700 on the dot Elli knocked on Sir's door, signature sheet in hand, smartly dressed and presentable. The building had gone quiet now that just about everyone had left for the day, and her knock seemed to echo through the empty building. At his summons, she marched in, leant forward to place the sheet squarely on his desk, stepped back, and stood to attention.

"Private Elli Slut reporting for further training, Sir!"

Suddenly her earlier excitement at being on the threshold of significant progress gave way to nervousness as she remembered her feelings the last time she'd been given extra 'training'. At the end of the day. In Sir's office. At her humiliation. Her witnessed humiliation. Witnessed by Staff. That phrase she had to repeat about being a naughty girl. Kneeling with her hands behind her back. Thank goodness she hadn't had her hands on her head like she'd wanted. Like she'd dreaded, she meant. Would Sir repeat that type of further training?

Elli had no idea what to expect, but that was the whole point. To prepare her for surprise demands that went beyond the usual expectations. Her nervousness was tinged with excitement again, and she could feel the colour rising up her chest and neck to her cheeks. And she was finding it difficult to keep her breathing regular.

 

[Jingling_Geordie]

Clint had not really been concentrating on the work he had been doing for the last hour or so of the day, his mind wondering about what 'training' he could have Elli perform. He knew, if she was to carry out, to complete, the initiation that he would have to start stepping up her submission to his orders, to him.

Right on time Elli had knocked on his door, marched in, placed the booking in sheet on his desk and was stood to attention in his office. It hadn't gone unnoticed by Clint that she had referred to herself as Private Elli Slut again on reporting to him. Did she like being referred to as a slut? Did she want to be treated as, to become his little slut? She was ready for the next step, he knew it, and deep down she probably did too.

Before speaking, Clint stood up and walked round to close the door. "When you come into my office for remedial training you will close the door behind you. What is said and done in this office is between you, I and whoever I invite to witness it."

Clint moved back around to his side of the desk and picked up his pace stick that was laid on the display stand on his desk. "Private Elli Slut, take off your shirt."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Elli blinked. Twice. Still stood at attention. Did she hear right? She hesitated.

Shit! she thought and burst into action. She found herself mumbling incoherently as confused thoughts tumbled through her mind, assaulted on two fronts in close succession. Her nervous fingers fumbled with the shirt fastening, scurrying to obey, to make up for her slow start, while her brain registered both that Sir had said, whoever he invited to witness her training, while also simultaneously processing this irregular order and interpreting it as possible interrogation training. Yes, that would make sense. The difficult initiation and the extreme development would prepare her to be a super-soldier, capable of handling anything, including capture by the enemy. Of course they might make her take her shirt off.

Having made the mental adjustment, Elli regained her coordination and rapidly undid the shirt, untucking it from her trousers, peeling it off over her shoulders, and folding it loosely before stepping forward, bending at the hips to place it on Sir's desk next to her signature sheet, and stepping back to resume her position of attention.

"Shirt off, Sir! And for remedial training, door shut; training is for you and your witness and the subject only, Sir!"

Despite there being a soldierly reason for Sir demanding her shirt, Elli felt again the stirrings of embarrassment just like last time. That rising colour, the tingling deep inside. The sense that her blood was rushing through her body pumped by a racing heart. She felt very self-conscious with just a white bra covering her top half but reminded herself that it was no worse than parading in a bikini. He hadn't made her say anything humiliating or made her stand in a stress position; it was going to be inevitable that she would always prepare herself for a repeat of the last session, always play catch-up. Whatever else he had in mind, she was sure she could handle it and determined to obey quicker. And made an effort to force her breathing into a regular rhythm.

 

[Jingling_Geordie]

Having held his breath for a second after ordering Elli to remove her shirt. What if she had refused? What if she had put in a complaint against him? Clint was able to relax as he saw Elli begin to fumble with her shirt buttons, and was able to enjoy watching the young female soldier remove her shirt and place it on his desk. Elli was stood to attention again, awaiting his next order. Subject, Elli had referred to herself the subject. I like that, Clint thought to himself. I think I'll use it.

Using the tip of his pace stick to touch Elli, Clint moved it up her right arm, over her shoulder, past the white bra strap, across her collar bone, over the other shoulder and down her left arm.

Enjoying the sight of Elli stood in boots, combat trousers and white bra, Clint then walked around her to get the full view. "The Subject, Private Slut, will open her legs, shoulder width apart and place her hands on her head, elbows back."

Pace stick at the rear, Clint waited for Elli to adopt the position.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Oh, shit! Here we go again, she thought to herself. But this time there was no hesitation. She had learned her lesson: act first, think second. Well, almost learned it.

She assumed the position, stamping her foot as she stood at ease, aware in passing that her breasts wobbled in the bra at the emphatic movement, and then modified the at ease to place her hands on the top of her head, elbows drawn as far back as was comfortable, chest forward. Another stress position. After more contact from the pace stick which again made her insides tremble. Yes, clearly Sir was training her for interrogation, which must surely mean that the first initiation, the Difficult level, would be a challenge of that type. She recited her Service Number to herself, in her head, just to be ready.

It then dawned on her what Sir had called her. Private Slut. Not ElliSlut, one word gliding into the other, not even Elli pause slut, a simple play on her names. No, he said Private Slut. No pretense. It was out there. Which left her in a quandary. Should she follow Sir's lead and refer to herself, the training subject, as Private Slut? Or like an interrogation subject, should she only give her correct name, along with Service number?

Or a combination of the two? And was she meant to acknowledge the order? Sir hadn't told her off for doing that just now, with the shirt and door instructions. Elli took a risk, wanting to prove herself worthy, to go slightly beyond without exceeding her orders.

"Private Slut has legs open and hands on head, Sir!"

She fought again to keep her breathing regular. Eyes front, back straight, chin up.

 

[Jingling_Geordie]

It was almost instantaneous, Elli adopting the required position. Hands on head, back straight and chest out, her breasts filling the B cups of her bra and Clint could see her nipples poking through the material of the bra. Noting that Elli had copied him in referring to herself as Private Slut, Clint decided he should keep using that term during their training sessions.

Walking behind his Private Slut, Clint stood behind her, leaning his head down to her neck, so close he was almost touching, breathing in her scent. He wanted to touch her, but she wasn't ready, not yet. The pace stick would have to do the touching for now.

Using the pace stick Clint tapped the inside of each thigh, remembering the last training session, Elli reacted instantly and opened her legs slightly further apart. Starting at the top of her boots, Clint slowly ran the stick up the inside of her leg, to her thigh and up to the crotch, then removed it.

Standing in front of her now, Clint used the stick again, up her body, starting at the top of her trousers, near her naval, round to her right side and up. On reaching her armpit the stick was moved around to the bra strap on her shoulder, he didn't move across her collar bone this time though, instead tracing down the strap to the B cups. The pace stick ran round both of the cups, of her breasts, the tip brushing against her right nipple as he withdrew it.

With thoughts of what he would like to do with Elli, Clint could feel himself getting hard, his cock stiffening in his trousers, it was uncomfortable, his cock hardening and pointed off to one side, but he couldn't adjust himself, that would draw Elli's attention to it.

Take your mind off it, don't think of Elli sucking cock, about fucking her. Clint thought questioning her might take his mind off his hardening cock. "What is your number, rank and name?"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"30786754, Sir! Private Slut, Sir!" Elli replied, though technically it was incorrect obviously. Somehow, Elli didn't think that would matter. She had responded to the prompts of the pace stick to move her feet further apart, proving that she had successfully learned from last time, proving that she could respond well to Sir's training.

The stick against her top was another matter, but Elli guessed it was simply one of Sir's interrogation techniques, designed to unsettle the subject. Except she was better than that. She was on her way to becoming a super-soldier, who could cope with anything. Her quick response with her service number, rank and name proved that. Sir must be really proud of her, she thought, though they'd only just begun the session. She knew it was bound to get more difficult.

Standing there with feet wide apart, hands on her head, top half covered only by her bra, she felt alive. All her senses were on high alert, skin extra sensitive to Sir's pace stick. Even her nipples had puckered and poked like sharp nubs of hot flesh, pressing almost painfully into her bra. That inadvertent contact with Sir's stick had almost made her smart, even while it sent shocks through to her belly, just like the stick at the top of her leg had done. Thank goodness Sir had no idea what those contacts were doing to her body, sending such lovely tremors through her. She gritted her teeth and brought her breathing back under control.

She was ready for more.

 

[Jingling_Geordie]

Another immediate response from Elli, referring to herself as Private slut again, she really is enjoying this, thought Clint. He had also noticed how hard her nipples had become, clearly poking out through the white bra. And then there was her breathing, clearly struggling to keep it under control, as if she was trying to suppress moans, and there was almost a whimper when his pace stick touched her nipple. I'll have to flick the other nipple with my stick, make it look accidental.

Directing the tip of his pace stick to Elli's belt buckle, Clint again began running it up onto her naked flesh. This time up her flat, toned stomach, up between her breasts, to her neck until it reached the underside of her chin. Feeling his cock growing again he thought he better return to the questioning of Elli. "Look me in the eyes." He commanded her.

Then as Clint asked the next questions his pace stick dropped from Elli's chin, flicking against her left nipple on it's way back to the upright position by his side. "Tell me what you know about the initiation? What you will be asked to do or are expecting to have to do?"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Elli almost cried out loud, staring deep into Sir's eyes. The shock of the pace stick striking her engorged nipple was an almost unbearable combination of pain and something else. She didn't understand it, but her tummy lurched and if she could have, she would have squeezed her legs together to avoid weeing herself. Her breath control was totally gone. Elli was panting, short sharp breaths through her mouth.

She forced her mind onto answering Sir's question.

"Um, Sir, the initiation, the, um, difficult level." she paused to pant some more, beginning to regain control. "The subject knows nothing about what's in it, Sir, but can make guesses based on the training she's already received, Sir?" Another pause, a deep breath. "The Private guesses it will include interrogation like being captured by an enemy, though obviously no alcohol or nudity because Sir said to not get involved in stuff like that. But there will be surprises, things the subject isn't expecting?" Elli wondered if this was her chance to actually ask for or suggest what she'd like? "But hopefully no more stress positions, or kneeling, or hands on head, or having to recite humiliating lines; they were difficult things to cope with, especially in front of witnesses?"

She didn't know if Sir saw through her attempt to recreate what had ignited her before, to pretend to dislike what she had to admit had been shockingly pleasing and exciting. She wanted to add more about being touched and flicked with the pace stick but thought that might be going too far. She also wondered if Sir would tell her off, reprimand her for saying The Private instead of Private Slut. She was almost asking to be punished. Elli was very confused, and forced her eyes front in case Sir could read anything in them.

 

[Jingling_Geordie]

Having a good hand-eye coordination had made Clint adept at lots of sports, it also meant he was able to place his pace stick exactly where he wanted to on Elli's young body. The look on her face after having flicked her nipple with the stick made him want to do it again but he figured that should be enough for the time being. He had something else in mind for the next training task.

The controlled breathing was beginning to return, Elli desperately trying to replace the short intakes of breath she had been making. Speaking to Elli as he opened his draw, Clint quickly retrieving something before placing it in his pocket. "Stand up straight Private Slut," Clint emphasising the word Slut. "heels together, hands in front, pointing forward, palms together." Elli quickly adopted the new position she'd been ordered into.

Moving to stand behind Elli, Clint leaned in close to her ear as he spoke again. "You will be tested in many different ways, physically, mentally, psychologically, pushed to reach limits you never thought yourself capable of." Removing a piece of material from his pocket Clint placed it over Elli's eyes, tying it at the back to make a blindfold. Standing in front of her now he adjusted it slightly and made sure she wasn't able to see anything. Clint had thought about using a bag, common when conducting interrogation, but decided against it, he wanted Elli blindfolded but to be able to see her face, her reactions. Then a thick plastic tie wrap was placed around her wrists, clicking as it was pulled tight, holding her wrists in place.

Wanting to disorientate Elli, knowing she would only be guessing at what might be going on Clint grabbed her two upright thumbs and began to pull her. "Walk forwards, follow me." Elli would have heard his office door open, realised that she was walking through it. Clint then walked her round for a minute or two, turning frequently, various changes of direction so she would be unsure of where she was. Clint then opened another door and pushed Elli to stand in the doorway, she wouldn't have known what door it was that had been opened, but she would have felt the cool breeze of the outside air against her naked skin.

Clint had another question "Who knows about you doing an initiation? Who have you told?"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Um, no one Sir, I haven't told anyone! I mean, Private Slut hasn't. That is, apart from submitting the request to you and Ma'am. But you said I could. That I should? That the subject, er Private Slut, should submit a request?" Why had she said submit twice? Elli shivered in the outdoor air, fully aware that she was no longer inside. Who might see her? Wearing nothing but a thin bra on top? Hands tied, blindfolded. She shivered again though it wasn't really cold. It was more than just a reaction to the moving fresh air. Her breathing was ragged once again.

Following Sir blind, being lead by her thumbs, the contact, the warmth of his hand, it all crowded in on her senses, especially being deprived of sight. She found that she was listening keenly, smelling the air, anything to get a handle on where she might be. But it was quiet. She couldn't tell if anyone was around, if there might be anyone to see her. She almost felt disappointed. Almost. But having control of her legs again meant that she could clamp them together and flex her pelvic floor, stifling the physical urges between her legs. Stifling or enhancing them? It was all very confusing.

Yet she made a point of very obviously clamping her thighs. And pushing out her chest. Not that she was inviting Sir to again order her to spread her legs, or to touch her with the pace stick, to flick her aching nipples that must surely have puffed and swollen to twice their normal size. Not at all. But it did feel like her bra was barely big enough to contain her chest, especially when she filled her lungs like now and arched her back. She was hanging on Sir's every question, every order; the waiting during the pause between more torture to her than the responses she made. What was going on? Was this the psychological testing Sir mentioned? To go with the physical and mental? She so hoped they'd let her do the Difficult initiation. She would exceed her limits. She was more determined than ever.

 

[Jingling_Geordie]

Depriving Elli of her sense of sight was working well, that, the bound wrists and leaving her standing in the open doorway was certainly producing the response Clint was hoping for. It was obvious to him that she was being turned on by the experience, the clamping together of her thighs, engorged nipples. She's a total submissive and humiliation slut, but she doesn't know it herself yet. Clint thought to himself. I bet her pussy is wet right now.

He knew he hadn't yet arrived at a place to touch her pussy, but those nipples, oh those nipples, Clint couldn't help himself. He had to touch them. Elli would think it was just an accident as he reached out to grab her thumbs again. Speaking as he reached for Elli's thumbs, Clint made sure his own thumb swept across Elli's right nipple, it felt exquisitely hard. "Ok I think you've seen enough for now. I've got some further training of Private Slut to conduct." Clint pulled Elli in and closed the door.

With the outside world closed off again Clint led Elli away, leading her by the thumbs, continuing to make irregular motions, twisting and turning to keep Elli guessing and confused. When they had reached the spot he wanted her at he closed a door behind them.

"Kneel." Aware she was still blindfolded and had her hands tied together, Clint helped guide Elli down onto her knees. "I want you to repeat this line until I say you can stop. 'I'm Sir's Private Slut and I will obey all of his Orders'."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"I'm Sir's Private Slut and I will obey all of his Orders, I'm Sir's Private Slut and I will obey all of his Orders," Elli repeated, continuing despite not knowing who else was in the room. Despite the ambiguity in the words.

Yes, she knew she was back inside; the air, the sounds, the smells, the surface under her knees gave it away. While outside, she had been unable to detect the presence of Sir's witness, the one he spoke to. The one he called Elii "Private Slut" in front of, the one he had shown her off to, displayed her to. She knew that this was simply simulated capture training and that Sir had no idea of the inner conflict it was putting Elli through. She was starting to feel ashamed of how she was reacting to it. It was almost as if the more Sir abused her, the more she wanted. Her mind didn't understand. But her body did.

That accidental brush against her nipple had almost buckled her knees. Sharp darts of weird feelings had shot through her body, connecting her boobs to her pelvis, though that was the polite way of describing it; making her wee herself just a little. She had fought to suppress the torrent of obscene words that tried to flood her conscious thoughts.

But right now, with hands bound in front of her, she was kneeling again, legs only slightly parted, unable to squish them together to ease turmoil where they met. But she could clench her bum cheeks and tense her pelvic floor again, and even tilt her hips up a little in time with repeating Sir's phrase, the movements synchronised with the words "Sir's" and "obey", two cycles per statement. Only little movements, surely imperceptible to Sir, hopefully, but oh, making her feel so much relief, compensating for the hot dampness in her gusset.

"I'm Sir's Private Slut and I will obey all of his Orders, I'm Sir's Private Slut and I will obey all of his Orders ..."

 

[Jingling_Geordie]

Surveying the scene before him, Clint took a moment to drink it all in. His little sub slut, kneeling on the floor in front of him, reciting the line he had told her to say. Off she went again 'I'm Sir's Private Slut and I will obey all of his Orders'. You certainly will, Clint thought to himself, his cock swelling at the thought, You most certainly will.

Having noticed the small clenching and bucking motion Elli was making, Clint decided it was time to draw today's proceedings to a close. It seems Elli, his Private Slut, was trying to bring herself to an orgasm, rocking in rhythm to the phrase she was repeating. Clint was looking forward to the day Elli would have a huge orgasm in front of him, not yet though. He felt, in the future, orgasm denial would play a part in all of this, building up his Private Slut until she was begging him to let her, make her have a huge orgasm.

Unfolding the knife he'd taken out of his draw, Clint placed it between Elli's wrists and with a sharp upwards motion, cut the plastic tie wrap binding her wrists. Reaching round to the back of her head he removed the blindfold. Clint knew his cock was hard in his trousers, standing in front of a kneeling Elli, eyes level with his crotch, she might notice, she might not. It wasn't really of concern to him right now, Elli would see, touch, suck and be fucked by his cock at some point, but not today. "That's enough for this training session, you can stop now."

As Elli's eyes adjusted to the light, Clint stood before Elli in his office. "You're doing really well Elli, being a good girl, and I'm starting to think you might have the right characteristics and attitude to succeed in the initiation, perhaps even at the difficult level. This is only the starting point though, tasks will become more challenging as we progress."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Elli struggled to her feet, rubbing her wrists where they'd been tied, making her boobs wobble in the bra. It had been uncomfortable, had even hurt a little and there were red welts on her skin. A small price to pay to earn a good girl, to show that she had the right stuff, that she could succeed at the Difficult level. She dropped her arms to her sides, and sucking in her tummy drew in a deep breath to swell her small chest, then stamped her foot dramatically as she brought herself to attention, knowing full well it would again jiggle her boobs and swollen nipples that were hidden from Sir's sight by just the thin white bra. She knew that semi-consciously she was inviting Sir to look at them, even though he wouldn't be interested in a kid like her. But those nipple flicks.

"Yes, Sir, I understand. Training will become more challenging. But I can do it, Sir. I'll make you proud. You won't be able to fault my attitude, Sir. Thank you for a good report, Sir."

On being dismissed, Elli retrieved her shirt and dressed correctly, then picked up her signature sheet, stood at attention once more, and left Sir's office. After marching back to her barrack-room she stripped and showered, letting the hot water relax her muscles, massaging her wrists and soothing her nipples, even rubbing extra long between her legs to try and clean her discharge which turned out not to be from her bladder at all. But the more she cleaned herself there, the more she needed to rub until she saw a burst of light and discharged all over again, but more completely this time. Had she just orgasmed? She wasn't a virgin, but she was a bit naive and inexperienced, she knew that. But was that really an actual orgasm? Were they real after all? And what if she orgasmed in Sir's office while he was training her? Obviously, it was from what he was doing to her. Thank goodness he didn't know. She was now both dreading and looking forward to the next day's 1700.

Day 4

Elli was at her desk early the next morning; her colleague hadn't come in yet and the third desk was empty as usual, the counter closing off the admin area was shut for now, though the constant stream of young male soldiers needing her assistance would still no doubt have to be at her desk once the morning began.

Elli looked again at her signature sheet and noted the satisfactory progress. Only a few left, and she aimed, hoped to collect them all that day ready for Sir to sign it off tomorrow, Friday. She smiled to herself with satisfaction, imagining the praise he would heap on her for doing so well.

Signing in to the network she saw that she had a memo from Ma'am, requiring her to report that morning. Elli replied in the affirmative. She was fairly sure she could get in a few more signatures and stamps before going to Training. Happily recalling the successful training of her own from last evening Elli replayed in her mind Sir telling her she was a good girl, doing really well, had the right stuff for the Difficult initiation, that she was ready for even more challenging training. She couldn't help wondering if it would be orgasm-inducing training.

And then the working day began in earnest with the building filling up with people and noise. Elli almost didn't want to catch Sir's eye, being embarrassed at what she'd discovered about herself the previous evening in the shower.

 

[Jingling_Geordie]

Clint was sat in his office door open, busy responding to the array of emails he had received. He was slightly distracted from the task at hand. Thinking about the training session he had conducted with Elli the previous evening and planning what he could push her to do later that day. There was rather a lot of noise coming from the Company Clerks office down the hall, distracting him from his duties, Clint thought he better investigate what was going on.

Before he even reached the doorway it was clear to him what was going on. The group of young male soldiers that had taken up occupancy in the office all wanting assistance from Elli to complete forms they could easily complete themselves elsewhere. All trying to get Elli to notice them, and a glance down her shirt when they could. Their attitude and posture changed as soon as they noticed WO2 Dangler walk in the room. "Everyone out of the room. I don't think any of you need to be here and Private S... Private Lutte has some important work for me she needs to complete." Clint, having almost referred to Elli as Private Slut in front of the gang of young soldiers, watched on as the young soldiers all sheepishly left with an apologetic 'Sir' to him as they walked past.

"Private Lutte, I need to speak with you. Be a good girl and make me a cup of tea, then bring it to me in my office and I'll tell you the bad news." Clint, happy that quiet had been restored to the building, returned to his computer to carry on work while he waited for Elli to bring him his drink.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Elli brought Sir his tea, made with great care and to the strength she been able to discover that he liked. She leaned over to place the cup on his desk, before straightening and standing at attention.

She waited for the bad news. Ever since he'd mentioned it moments ago she'd been conjuring all the worst possible things he might have to tell her. Surely not a bereavement; he'd have done that differently, probably with Ma'am present. The next worse thing was that the initiation wasn't to happen after all. The Army had put a final stop to such things. And her special training was to stop. She would have to revert to being a nobody struggling to adjust to Army life making mistakes wherever she went. Whatever she did. No more support and encouragement from Sir and Ma'am. She would force herself to bear it. To not cry. She would find other ways to impress Sir. And Ma'am. Maybe that's what the summons from Ma'am was about. She was going to give Elli the same bad news.

Maybe, if she was lucky, Sir would continue to look out for her. Like when he'd shooed away the soldiers clamoring for her help. The scene had reminded her of a film, where the leading man dismisses an assembly of lesser males and claims the heroine for himself. Which was silly, casting herself as any kind of heroine, as desirable. No one would be interested in her, least of all Sir. She was too young for him. And anyway, he wasn't available, he was married.

But he was the leading man.

She waited for the bad news.

 

[Jingling_Geordie]

Picking up his tea and taking a sip, Clint looked Elli up and down, she really was an attractive young woman. He could see why so many of the younger male soldiers would flock round her, trying to win her over. Had Clint been younger, single, he would have been at the front of the queue to ask her on a date.

"So I suppose you're wondering what the bad news is Elli? One of the other Clerks, who should have been the Duty Clerk this weekend, is unable to carry out the duty due to personal reasons. I was asked if I could supply another Clerk to take their place and I've put your name forward. Unfortunately any weekend plans you had will have to be cancelled as you'll have to remain on Camp all weekend."

Before continuing, Clint paused for a moment to see if Elli was going to object at all. "I wouldn't normally allow someone as inexperienced as you to carry out the duty but I'm also on duty this weekend, Orderly Officer, so it's me you'd be reporting to and I think you'll be capable. You'll be given a duty phone which I'll call you on if I need you for anything. It's not an overly complicated duty but I suggest you speak with the other Clerks, before the end of the week, to learn about anything that you might need to know."

Another short pause then finishing with. "Do you have any questions?"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Elli's heart leaped. Seriously? This was the bad news? It was like telling someone there would be an extra Christmas this year.

She tried so hard not to grin in delight. "No, Sir. No questions, Sir. And thank you, Sir, for putting me forward, for believing in me, for thinking me capable. I won't let you down, Sir, really, I'll be the best Duty Clerk ever!"

Elli paused for a moment to gather her thoughts, quickly running through Sir's suggestions. Almost to herself she continued, "Duty phone, direct line to you, Sir. Talk to the other Clerks to learn my duties," then to Sir, "Yes, Sir, and thank you, Sir!" Though part of her brain registered a brief disappointment that Sir hadn't looked down her shirt when she'd put his tea on his desk. He really wasn't interested in her at all.

Her mind continued whirring, working out what she'd need to know. Time to report, and where. What uniform. Duties. Where she'd work from. Who else would give her orders apart from Sir? When would she finish? What about meals? Toilet breaks?

Satisfied, she nodded to herself and fought again to keep a straight face.

 

[Jingling_Geordie]

Sitting in her office WO2 Rachel West had heard Elli arrive. She had spoken with the Training Sergeant, Sgt Mal Morris, in the office next door, stating that she was reporting as ordered. Having been given permission by Sgt Morris, Elli walked into Rachel's office, introduced herself, closed the door and stood to attention. Rachel welcomed her into the office. "Right on time Elli, that's a good start. Take a seat."

Elli sat in the seat just off to the side of Rachel's desk, she wondered for a moment if it was a coincidence that Elli had mirrored her position, then continued. "I wanted to check how the extra training has been going? Also on how you're doing? I've seen how lots of the men have been looking at you, heard what they have been saying about you. Us women have to be careful, not to get a reputation, but we can also use our femininity, our sexuality, to our advantage."

Leaning towards Elli, Rachel lowered her voice to a whisper. "Some people find it difficult to have a conversation about sex, but I want you to know you can share anything with me. It won't go any further. How much experience of sex do you have Elli? How many times, how many different boys, or men, have you had sex with? What do you like and dislike? Tell me everything?"

Aware she had asked for lots of personal information from Elli, Rachel sat back in her seat to see what type of response she would get. Waiting to find out how much information Elli would feel comfortable sharing with her.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Crumbs, Ma'am!" Elli responded, immediately colouring again. She didn't want to know much!

"Er, I'm not sure where to start, Ma'am. You want me to tell you everything?" Getting a clear affirmative from Ma'am, Elli thought for a moment. It wasn't like it was going further. And Ma'am was very much on her side, looking out for her. She'd just said so. Advising Elli to be careful, to avoid getting a reputation, but at the same time to use her feminine sexuality to her advantage. Exploit it, presumably. It sounded like Elli ought to make the most of her feminine sexuality. Which was presumably why Ma'am needed to know about Elli's sexual experience, her likes and dislikes.

Elli did wonder what Ma'am might have already heard. Perhaps all the men thought her frigid or a lesbian? Or both? She hadn't dated anyone yet at camp, hadn't been asked. Perhaps she put men off? Certainly, Sir and Staff showed no interest in her, or Vinnie when he checked she wasn't showing too much down her shirt.

But she'd already dithered too much. "So, um, Ma'am, my, um, my experience, how many times, body count, likes and dislikes? Crumbs!"

Elli took a deep breath and spilled the beans. Gradually, with lots of encouragement from Ma'am to keep going, to add detail, to be specific. She admitted that she knew she wasn't attractive, that she'd only had one proper boyfriend, at school, and yes they'd had full sex maybe half a dozen times, but he was her only one. After yet more persistent questioning, Elli admitted that yes, she'd given him blow jobs and swallowed, in his bedroom and on the school campus, and lots of hand jobs in the park collecting his goo in her hand which he made her lick up each time. On a dare from the popular girls, she'd also gone braless in school for a whole day which had felt amazing. She also admitted that she'd enjoyed doing stuff outdoors where there was a risk of being seen, stuff like pretending to jog in the park in just a sports bra and knickers and trainers, also on a dare from the popular girls; and enjoyed being looked at in her swimsuit at the school pool, but then who didn't. Yes, it was a something, being challenged. It affected her. She finally admitted that Sir's training had turned her on, though he had no idea. That when he'd accidentally flicked her nipples she'd experienced near orgasm. And yes, she'd brought herself to a climax in the shower here in camp.

Elli felt utterly embarrassed by all the admissions, blushing constantly, but just like she'd confessed about Sir's training and the girls at school, she was getting turned on by it. The more Ma'am probed and dug and drew out of her, the more Elli felt it inside; in her tummy, nipples, between her legs. By the time she was done, she was panting, chest heaving up and down, legs clamped firmly together.

What would Ma'am think of her?