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The daily routine seemed to go on, with Sundays like any other day. RATs got no free time. It seemed every moment during the day was programmed for eating or sleeping or work or training or academics at the computer terminal. Older cadets would sometimes come and take the girls away, in small groups, for exercises and drill or to work in the kitchens or at the hotel. Curiously, some of the drill involved dancing, or training as a waitress. Seldom was there any chance to talk to the other cadets; it seemed as if it was every girl for herself, even though they were supposed to work as teams, and they might all get points if one girl screwed up.

The only time they could relax, as a group, was sometimes before bed, when they would be shown "training films". Often these were videos of old military training films, "Elements of Field Sanitation", "First Aid for Fractures", "Camouflage and Concealment", but, after the captain had retired for the night, the sergeants would substitute the most outrageous porno videos. Lean women with augmented breasts would perform every sex act imaginable, with both men and women, and a few acts 6409 couldn't imagine. Some of the videos, like "Dungeon of the Mistress De Sade", involved bondage and sadism, but, somehow, it didn't seem real.

Most the girls seemed to enjoy these, and they would whisper surreptitiously about them, as if they were circus acts. Over the next few days, more RATs joined the company. All the RATs got basic rifle training. 6409 was pleased to get a high score. They were issued new uniforms, "black pajamas," which they ware during field exercises.

There was one strange event which seemed to mark the passage of time. The cadets were issued tampons, and then almost all the cadets in the platoon had their period within a day of each other. 6409 had heard of such a thing, women who live together gradually getting into menstrual synchronicity, but this seemed too perfect. She wondered if, perhaps, one of those morning meds wasn't a birth control pill. Then they were given contraceptive implants which would last five years and most likely suppress the menses. Since they weren't allowed to see the male cadets, it must mean….

Weeks went by, with more military training and long marches and learning to spend the night in the jungle without freaking out. Two of the girls just couldn't take it, lying in an ambush position in the jungle at night…claustrophobia or something. They couldn't help talking. When they disobeyed a direct order to be silent, they were made examples of. Both were stripped naked and their wrist bracelets were wired together so they were hugging tree trunks. Then a sergeant administered twenty whacks with a cane, and they were left there the rest of the night, bound to the trees, prey to insects and other critters. Any noise, any whine or whimper or sob, was answered with additional strokes of the cane. "You will go fearlessly into battle, because you know the penalty for disobedience will be worse than death."

After a few more weeks, during which no one had a period, there came the event they had been waiting for, graduation from basic training. One night, after the silent evening meal, the training platoon was assembled in formation, and the captain addressed them. "Recruits, you have finished the first phase of training. You have earned certain privileges, like being allowed to talk during meals. Don't lose them by misbehaving." She passed down the rank of recruits, receiving a salute from each girl.

The captain shook each girl's hand and handed her hat brass, an AMA pin for her beret. (It would, of course, have to be kept polished, and any blemish, real or imagined, was reason for awarding points) "Attention to orders," she announced. "By order of the commandant, recruits 6398 through 6425 are hereby promoted to E-2, Private. Get a good night's sleep. Tomorrow, you will be up late." The new privates were then assigned to one of three platoons in F Co.

After the usual morning run and breakfast, they spent the morning at their keyboards and, after lunch, they were marched to the hotel, or, more accurately, to a sort of annex, which contained a restaurant, with dance floors, some meeting rooms, and corridors which apparently had special guest rooms. The new privates spent the afternoon practicing their dancing and serving skills in the restaurant under the direction of more senior cadets. Toward evening, 6409's platoon was fed in one of the unused rooms and then taken to a sort of locker room complex. There they got proper showers, with soap and towels, and the new E-2s were issued their "formal" uniform.

They each got a wig — 6409's was long and blonde — and high heeled shoes. There was a black halter top, pretty much one-size-fits-all, which consisted of triangular pieces of cloth and string-like straps which tied behind the neck and behind the back. The cloth was adequate to cover 6409's breasts fairly well, but some of the big girls, like 6403, could hardly conceal their nipples. There was also a black skirt, slit up the sides to the hip. On the shorter girls, it reached almost to the floor, but on 6409, it was mid-calf length.

It was really just rectangular panels with ribbons at the top, so on the more petite girls, the edges met at the waist and the skirt rode low on the hips, but on poor 6403 several inches of pale hip and thigh were exposed by the inadequate skirt. Of course, they wore no panties, but the uniform was "street legal," respectable enough. The girls were allowed some minimal make-up and perfume, and it was the first time in weeks that some of the girls had seen themselves in a mirror.

When almost the whole company, including the older veterans, was assembled in the restaurant, the captain addressed them. She had changed into a tuxedo and high heels. "Those of you who are experienced know what to do, and many of you have your assignments already. However, for many of you, you new E-2s, this will be your first experience with a job of this nature. I am sure, however, that all of you will be able to satisfy our clients and will earn your keep. If, however, any of you should be the cause of complaints, you will be given points, as appropriate, and punished as required. Should any of you earn special commendation from your client, points may be removed from your record.

Rest assured that every one of our clients has been screened and is disease-free. You need not worry about getting pregnant. You have seen enough training videos that you should know what to do. Try to enjoy your work. Our clients, tonight, have already dined at the hotel, so you will be serving drinks and dessert, dancing with them, engaging in conversation, if they so desire. Tonight, you will have no assigned table. Circulate around, from table to table, so they can all get a look at you. It is in your best interest to be selected by a client who finds you attractive." The awful truth shook 6409. She really was expected to be a whore! She'd never even been French-kissed.

How would she cope? She resolved, however, that whatever happened, she would handle it. Survive and graduate. She waited, with the others, noting that the air-conditioned room was cooler than she was used to, and her nipples seemed to poke through the soft fabric of her halter top.

The first of the "clients" entered the room, men from 20 to 60, she supposed, and women, too. Some were dressed up, tuxedos or evening dresses, but most of the men were dressed in business attire, which, in this climate, was a fancy white shirt and dark trousers. A lot of the women were casually dressed, some in shorts or trousers, a few dressed, 6409 thought, as whores themselves. Before she knew it, 6409 was taking a drink order. After she delivered it, the man wanted to dance, and 6409 did her best. The recorded music was mostly slow and romantic, and she felt very awkward, being held by a stranger and steered around in the unfamiliar high heels.

Her third order was from a woman, who also wanted to dance. The woman danced very close, pressing her breasts against 6409's, and at one point, 6409 felt her sliding her hand over 6409's mons veneris! "I'm sorry," 6409 said, as she stepped back. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend…" By then, the woman had let 6409 go and was looking at another cadet. 6409 wondered if she had just earned some points. She quickly sought out another client, an older man, who declined her offer of a drink but asked her to sit and talk with him. Before she knew it, she was telling him the story of her life, even though some little voice in the back of her head kept telling her to be cautious.

At one point, the captain stepped to a microphone and called for attention. "Will Cadet 6403 please come to the stage?" The big girl excused herself from the man she had been dancing with and almost eagerly went up to the stage. "We have some additional entertainment, tonight." She gestured, and a young man and the woman 6409 had danced with stepped up behind 6403. "6403 has accumulated too many punishment points, so she is going to entertain you for while." The two clients grabbed 6403's arms and held her, so she couldn't move. The captain reached behind 6403 and released the bow knots of her halter straps.

The black cloth fell away, revealing her large, pink areolas and prominent nipples, a centimeter long, it seemed to 6409. Quickly, the captain plucked at the ribbons of the skirt, which fell away, exposing 6403's dense, black bush of pubic hair. 6409 shuddered, in sympathy. She had seen 6403, who had a bed near to 6409's, naked every night and every morning, when they exercised and showered, but this was different, being naked in front of all these men, in front of strangers. Four chains were lowered from above, and the captain snapped one to each of 6403's ankle and wrist bracelets.

As the clients stepped away, there was a whirring sound, and 6403 was lifted off the stage, suspended by her wrists and ankles. The captain orchestrated some adjustments, and 6403 was displayed to the audience, her arms above her head, her ankles lifted and spread far apart, so 6403's vulva and anus were displayed, about shoulder high, to anyone who cared to look. The captain looped two little chains around 6403's fleshy, upraised thighs. From them dangled little pliers or forceps. "I invite you all, whoever wishes, to participate in 6403's punishment.

In particular, please do not bruise her or draw blood, for she has work to do later this evening, but it would please me if, by the time we move on to other activities, her pubic hair had been plucked out." 6403, who had remained silent, had a look of horror on her face, as she looked between her ample breasts at her upraised pubic mound. "6403, under the circumstances, you are permitted to vocalize, but please, do not offend our clients, or you will thereby earn more points."

Soon 6403 was surrounded by men and women. The pliers were in constant use, as clients pulled out tufts of curly, black hairs. Other clients squeezed the breasts or twisted the nipples. Men and women slapped 6403's fleshy buttocks and upraised thighs, and one played with the anus, slipping a plastic cocktail stirrer in and out. 6403 did vocalize, not words but cries and whimpers, as she squirmed and swung under the influence of so many invasive hands and the tugs of the hair-plucking pliers. 6409 covered her eyes and turned her head away. Then she said to the gentleman client, "I'm sorry, I have to circulate, you know." She got up and fled, her back to the stage.

In a moment, she felt a tap on her shoulder. "6409, I'd like that drink, now, bourbon, neat. Please bring it to the table, and we can resume our conversation." She went to comply, and he let her sit with her back to the stage. Still, she could see others watching intently as 6403 was tormented, and she could see other cadets, some who had trained with her and were also here for the first time, who seemed very enthusiastic about their duties. 6407 was "lap dancing", and 6411 sat on a man's lap while he played with her breasts.

Sometime later, the captain again took the microphone. Behind her, 6403 hung, tears on her cheeks, looking between her bulging breasts at her now hairless mons. Probably 6403 couldn't see, but 6409 could clearly see; her outer labia were plucked clean, a blotchy pink from the abuse they had suffered. The inner lips were clear to see, even the clitoris peeping out at their apex. Water dripped from 6403's anus; someone had inserted several ice cubes into her rectum. "Ladies and gentlemen, since many of our girls tonight are unfamiliar to you, we are going to hold our customary auction. Cadets, to the stage, please." 6409, and many others of Foxtrot Company assembled on the stage.

They were quite a crowd, especially as no one seemed to want to stand near 6403. "First, I present to you 6409, who is, I assure you, a virgin!" The captain took 6409's hand and led her to the front of the stage. "As you know, under such unusual circumstances, I can only accept bids from pre-approved bidders." There was more or less silence for several seconds, as bids were placed, silently, electronically.

"Is she truly a blonde?" came a voice from the rear. The captain plucked at 6409's skirt, which fell away, revealing her sparse blonde bush and pouting labia. 6409's mind reeled with conflicting emotions. She had been told, years ago, by an indulgent aunt, that first sex is not the big moment in a girl's life. It is the first time she undresses for a man, that first nudity is the significant event. But here she was, displayed for dozens of men and women. She had not undressed, voluntarily exposing herself to her special man. She had been exposed, like a manikin in a store window, for anyone to look at. That special romantic moment would never be hers. A tear slid down her cheek.

"Judge for yourself," said the captain, removing the halter and leaving 6409 totally naked, but for her shoes. By force of will, 6409 stood there, at attention, while strangers examined her and placed bids on her virginity. Never had she felt so naked, so exposed, so…violated. For a brief moment, 6409 contemplated trying to escape. Of course, it was impossible. She would never make it to the door, and if she did, a naked woman, surrounded by unfamiliar jungle, with no place to go…. They would catch her and punish her. She knew she must do anything to avoid punishment.

She was almost relieved when the gentleman she had been talking with showed up to claim her. She tried to smile, while still concealing her vulva with her hands. "There, there, 6409, this is no time for modesty," he said, as he took her hands in one of his. "You should be proud, the star of the auction, an altogether fine specimen of young womanhood. Stand tall. Walk proudly." 6409 could hear 6412, a stunning redhead, being displayed and auctioned as he led her

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