contains: mental and physical abuse, degrading language, sex, female POV
my ranking: soft
Boot lick Camp
The judge was relentless, it was 2 years prison or that, three month boot camp. Your attorney had whispered in your ear "take the boot camp, this will be easy". And so you sitting in a bus to a middle of nowhere fenced in compound, a few single story barracks and a big clearing with piles of rocks. You take a deep breath and let out a sigh and think, i can do it, it is just like summer camp. The bus comes to a halt and after you exit the director begins his spiel "We don't care why you are here. Everyone will be treated the same. so roll up your sleeves ladies and stick to the rules and your time here will be not that bad ...". He is rambling about the rules and your duties here but you don't care to listen anymore. Your whole being is occupied by the dreary environment. Gray in gray concrete and the pale ocher dust suffocating every variety. The most interesting is the tumbleweed outside racing in the wind. You wake up from daydreaming. "... Okay ladies, that is all. Any questions? ...". Silence, only a gust howling around the buildings. ".. Good, then get acquaintance with your rooms, dinner at exactly 1700". How boring, here is nothing to do for three months, but at least the guards are cute studs, this could become fun time after all.
Your room looks more like a prison cell, plank bed and a table to sit on, that is all. You look under the table and bed, nothing. The guard hands you a bag, "Hi, i will be your guard for your stay. If you have any problem, you come to me, i will give you simple directions, that even you will understand. What you are looking for? put all your personal belongings here, cloth, jewelry, cell phone ... everything". He stands in the door frame, hands folded on his chest, with a stone cold face, waiting. This damn bastards enjoys this. You are not shy and if he wants a show he will get one. You unbutton your shirt lasciviously, looking up to him with your head lowered playing with a hair strand. No reaction. You got more aces up your sleeve, open your bra and let your tits jump, just once, not to obvious of course. No reaction. Your eyes wander over his crotch, usually guys would slobber at this point. You unbutton your jeans and wiggle your hip until it slides down your legs. Still no reaction. That is a tough nut to crack. You cover your tits with your hands and tiptoe on the spot, turning your rear to him, straighten your legs and with one swoop pull your painty to your ankles, presenting your ass proudly. You sure you got him there, but as you look over your shoulder he has not moved a inch, unmoved by your little show. Did you lost your drive, no this can't be, he must be gay. With a sulked face you cram your clothes in the bag, frustrated you lost the game you started yourself. Bad luck girl, why do you have to get the gay one. He tugs the bag under his arm and hands you your uniform, gray of course. This potato sack fashion hides all your curves, good bye sexy look. While you put them on he explains "The bathroom is at the end of the hallway, friday is laundry day, so keep them clean or you have to do without them, dinner is in half an hour, be late and stay hungry, no exceptions" and he walks off. Damn lawyer, more easy than prison, this is prison, damn liar, he should be in here, not me.
The dining hall is another blow, or just the continuation of the overall theme. Stainless steel benches and tables cramped in a way to small room. Disillusioned you grab a bowl and line up for your food. Scrambled eggs and a boiled potato, there could be no more boring meal then this. A guard shouts "Okay ladies, dinner time .. 5 minutes ... 5 minutes". They all go crazy and stuff their faces with the meager meal. You nibble a bit on it and decide you are not hungry enough to eat that. The woman opposite of you looks at you in disdain. You put on a smile "you can have it" and offer her your bowl. The guard behind you shouts "No talking ladies!" and pokes his baton in your back "Is something wrong?". You shake your head "No, i am just not hungry". He looks baffled "Are you sure? Did you not herd the directors speech?". What is his deal "Yes of course, but i am not hungry" slightly annoyed you put the bowl down. He nods, takes a deep breath and shouts "Hoe for the hole". The other guards repeat and soon it echoes through the whole complex. You have no idea what is going on, two guards hook you under your arms, lift you up and drag you backwards out the hall and through the hallway. The people part to make room. After you overcome your shock you try reasoning "Guys ... guys, what is going on?" but they don't react. They tighten their grip as you begin to fight back. Anxious about what is going on you get panic, kicking and screaming. You thought you kick one pretty good but they just ignore you, dragging you in a dimly lid corridor and into a dark cell, tossing you down. Still confused what is going on you hear their muffled chatter behind the closed door "Fuck, she got me really good there, this becomes a bruise ... Shut up, we are not suppose to chat casually out here ... Yeah, yeah, but sometimes i think we take this a bit too far"
Stunned you sit there until your heartbeat calms down. Even after your eyes adopt to the darkness you see only shades of shadows. You crawl back to the door and bang on it "Guys? ... Guuuuyyyys?". You ramble, beg and plea, but no answer, you are all alone in the darkness. After half an hour you give up, leaning against the door you lift a hand in front of your face and turn it back and forth but you see nothing. You are not afraid of the dark, you never was. But is also eerie silent. The outside world could have stop to exist and you would not know it. You feel around to orient yourself, hoping you will find no bad surprises in here. You find the bed and lie down. It is not that bad, surely they won't let you starve. And you try to convince yourself you can stand the whole three months in here. After staring in the darkness for you don't know how long, your mind begins to play tricks on you. Was there foot steps outside? Suddenly the face of your guard appears in front of you. You startle up and if you reach for it, only to fade back in the shadows. From time to time you doze off, only to wake up spacy, feeling around in panic before you remember where you are. Besides the constant feeling of being watched, you want to being watched over, this gives you at least some comfort, some feeling of being safe. And of course you being watched. You had no way to notice the infrared camera on the ceiling, transmitting your every move. Two guards watch the stream in a office "How long is she in there? ... About three hours ... She is holding up quite well ... Just wait, even the strongest mind cracks after 6 hours ... Do you think she will give us a 'show'? ... Nah not his one, but keep the EMT on standby". You drift in and out of sleep, the border between both states of mind becomes blurry. Strange thoughts come to your mind, was this always like this and all your memories are only your imagination, hallucination to fill the ever lasting darkness? All your memories, the good and the bad, bubble up in your mind with no way to hide from them, no way to distract from them. You have to touch your hands, legs and face from time to time, just to make sure they still there. After what feel to you like days, the door finally open. The pale light from the hallway stings your eyes like the noon sun. You need a few seconds to notice this is not a hallucination. Free finally free from this prison of shadows and memories. You want to hug him for your rescue and have some contact to another human but he holds you back "no touching, follow me it is breakfast time". This can't be true You was days in there you think. You stutter still struggling to think straight again "But?... I?... Okay!".
You stumble behind, still shaking off your confusing thoughts. This time you know better and eat. It's not bad, it tasted like nothing, no hint of seasoning, not even salt. At least it fills your growling stomach. There is too less time, a guard already shouting "two minutes left ... two minutes". You speed up and the woman scoffs at you with her head down. You guess this treats you right. After the meal your guard leads you to a pile of stones "Your task for today is to move this over there" he points to the pile of rocks and a spot in the dusty ground about 10 foot away. Then he stands there like a statue, watching over you. Is he serous? You shrug and try to kick a small one. The stones are to awkward to be rolled, probably designed that way. You try to drag it, but your grip slips and you stumble on your ass. On your knees you finally was able to pull it in your lap and waddle along and drop the stone at the target place. Dust swirls up, a drop of sweat falls from your forehead and is quickly absorbed from the dry ground. You look up to your guard, proud of you pity display never worked a manual labor in your life. As he not reacts you continue your busy work. Sweat is soaking your clothes, you breath heavy, with your chest heaving fast "All done, god i am hungry". As you walk off to the dinning hall he calls you back "Where do you think you going like this?" and gestures to your clothes, drenched in your sweat and impregnated with dust. He grabs your hair and drags you to a open shower, not more than a wall, a hose and a drain on the floor. "clean them", you protest "But that's not fair, i will miss dinner", he responds cold "Either this or the hole". In fear and broken you begin to strip and wash your clothes. Now that you hear the familiar call "Eat now ladies ... you got 5 minutes" carried by the wind, you know you will go hungry to bed. He let you make jumping jacks until your clothes are only damp. Then you fall jaded in your bed. You have no strength left to cry and as soon as your head touches the pillow you out.
The next day you wake up, not from the call but from ravaging hunger. With all your muscles sore you stumble in the dining and mindlessly stuff your face with the meal, you are now like the other women in here. Broken from the exhausting mental and bodily strain. After the third day going to bed hungry, you had enough and strip down before you begin your tedious task. You fold your clothes neatly and place them on a bench. He seems not to mind, you thought even see a faint smile on his lips. Naked in the scorching sun you was able to complete your task in time. He nods "Good job, now let's get you cleaned". At the shower he orders you "arms and legs apart". He hoses you down, the water is refreshing and you close your eyes and enjoy the variation. The bristles of the brush are rough and sting on your skin, but at the first time you feel taken care of. His voice brings you back "Turn around", and he scrubs your back. He hesitates for a second but finally pushes the brush between your legs. You yelp, more by surprise then pain. He speaks softly "Too rough? i will be more careful next time". And today you fall asleep, well fed and with a smile, for the first time.
Days become weeks, they all blend together, they all the same. One day a new woman sits across of you, sniffing on her food. You hear the familiar voice of the guard "Is something wrong?". She puts her bowl down "No, yes, sorry but i won't eat that". He shrugs and you whisper to yourself "A hoe for the hole" just a second before he does. His call is echoed by every guard in the building. You don't feel pity for her, as she is dragged out screaming and kicking, some have to learn it the hard way. It was in this moment that your tangled up thoughts unravel and become one continues string, tensioned between past and future, playing the note of the present. Your enlightenment is cut by the call "two minutes left ... two minutes" and you back to eat up in haste.
Weeks become months and you don't now how much longer you can take this without going crazy. You need some diversion, some human interaction. You drop the stone and collapse on the ground. on all fours you crawl to your guard, purring and swaying your hip and ass. He looks down to you "Are you okay? Back to work!". You nuzzle his foot and lick his boot, raising your bottom like a cat in heat. He shouts "Hey! Stop that. No touching! Damn!". You wont give up that easily and give him your best show. He pushes you over with his foot, not a kick, just a stern shove "Just mind your task, there is nothing else you have to worry about but your task. Do you understand?". Fine i have other ways to have fun with you, you think. And from now on you drop every stone with a moan or grunt. Bend forward with your back arched and your legs apart, you make sure your rear always points in his direction, your naked body on display for him. You look up to him between your legs. And there it is, a reaction, his adam's apple is twitching, he swallows. You feel so relieved to finally get a human reaction out of him. After your task for today is done he scrubs you down again. His "Turn around" sounds more harsh, more angry today. You lean in, he grabs your hair ad pins your head to the wall, whispering in your ear with his hot breath "Not cool slut, i suffer here too". Finally a touch, a overwhelming feeling spreads out in your body, you get hot and cold. Finally you get some attention. His voice so full of disdain for you. But you don't care, you only feel his genuine emotions. Yes, touch me, violate me, call me names, just hold me for a little bit longer, you want to say, but you only whimper. You push your ass out, there you feel it, it is not his baton, he is hard, you can feel it pulsating with his heartbeat. You feel so connected, so alive. You can't wait to feel him inside you, he just has to ... but no. He steps back just a second you have touched him. And he is continuing cleaning you up "Spread your legs more" he orders you. What was once the highlight of your day became a torture, His slowly careful movements of the brush sliding along your crotch. The bristles stinging your labia, sliding over your clitoris. This stimulation became a a empty promise for a never occurring relieve. "Please Sir, make it quick, i can't stand it any more" you whisper and beg him. He seems to understand and this time it feels rough, no lustful sensation, only the stiff bristles stinging and irritating your skin. enough pain to cover up your sexual desire, for now.
The day of your release comes closer. In the night before you can't sleep, you did it, tomorrow you will be free, on one hand you are happy but on the other you wonder what your life will be from now on. You don't had to think in here, just follow orders, just do what your was told. You sigh and turn around. Then you hear foot steps on the hallway, slow and deliberately silent. Your door open and closes, you can feel the presence in the room. "Hey are you awake?", you know this voice soft and deep it let your body judder. You sprawl in the bed "Yes? what's now Sir?". He comes closer with a faint smile in his face "You did it, i am proud of you" and sits down on your bed "I have a little reward for you". You moan softly "Oooaah ... just a little reward? i think i have earned a big and throbbing hard reward", you brush with your finger over his crotch, locating his cock and clench it with a tight grip "I choose this" you look up to him. You see doubt in his gaze and he sighs and whispers "Okay, but you have to be quiet". You unwrap your present and give it a few strokes, but there is nothing for you to do, already rock hard, you only squeeze a drop of clear precum out. You grab his balls and guide it to you. With your other hand you pull down your pants and lift your ass, you would like to spread your legs more but the pants at your knees prevent this, his tip already parting your pussy, slowly pushing in deeper. He stirs his cock a few times and then begins to thrust, again and again, faster and faster. This is the feeling you craved so long. Every thrust let the dam, of held back lust and desire, tremble, soon i will break and flood you like a force of nature, a wave nothing can stop. You moan "Yes ... yes ...yeees". He bends over you and aspirate in your ear "quiet bitch, or we both get in trouble" But you can't help it, every thrust is a firework of way to long hold back desires. He grabs a bunch of your hair and pushes your face in the pillow to silence your lustful yelps. Every thrust drains your mind in orgasmic bliss. Nothing is important right now, only this, forgotten your agony. Everything from the last three month is culminating in this point of time. He let out a muffled grunt, he cant hold back any longer. And bury his cock as deep as possible into you. the first shot hits the back of your pussy. He pulls back and times the next thrust with his next gush, filling you up with his hot cum. Every surge makes your toes curl and your spine shiver. Out of breath he collapses onto you, pinning your whole body down with his weight, still inside you. You both enjoy the bliss soaked moment. Then he places a pin beside your head on the pillow. You see a yellow and red burning bird in the moment of raising up in the deep blue sky "What is this?" you ask. He mumbles with a raspy voice and shallow breath "Your actual reward". You turn the pin, engraved on the back you read "You did it! - Phoenix Girls - 2025". You close your hand around and clench. The end