Abused

I was only 20year old when I landed my dream job, away from my parents, paid during training I was as happy as can be in a solider camp. Since I was a little girl I loved camaflogue and I told my father I wanted to be a solider girl.

I am rich dark brown like chocolate girl because of this my family called me Chocolate but my name is Ocean. I have big grey eyes like a wild cat and I wore glasses to correct my vision. With big lips and ears I always thought I look like Raven from 'that so raven' as I stood 165 cm tall with black shoulder length hair which was cut to accommodate training. Everyday I washed my hair as I sweat in ever area so after training I always had to take a long shower.

As soon as I landed on camp I met a 18 year old name clover from Manhattan. She is light brown and two inches shorter than me with hips as wide as watermelon and lips as red as them too. I immediately thought she was cute and maintain the friendship in hopes that it could be more one day.

This group as any other squad ha less female ten to be exact and more men twenty to be exact. The captain was vivacious in training and each night I realize that the girl that was unable to do her training as told during the day she would be called at night to where I don't know.

Two weeks into training I noticed that clover was missing for three days since weeks so I shyly asked where did they take her, she started to cry and did not say a word.

I was shocked because I haven't seen her this emotional before so I immediately when to bed because I was unsure how to calm her crying ways.thr topic never resurface and as days when by she did better but sadly slip up in the rain training and as predicted disappeared that night. By time I was through with my shower I saw her and she said "continue to never mess up!" she shot me a deadly look with her big brown eyes. I shivered from the cold atmosphere suddenly surrounding the room.

As I dried my hair in our shared bedrooms I thought about what was said and comfirmed I needed to know what happens one way or another so I decided to do badly in training for the best couple of days.

In the morning I tried but it seems I wasn't the worst so I was not called that night. I tried again two more days but nothing. On Thursday I felt of the jungle Jim and busted my knees, elbow and a scar on my lip. As expected that night during shower I was called for by the lieutenant and I nervously stepped out the shower and went with my fellow solider men, clover shouted “no!” and I looked back, only being able to glimpse her curly now straight blonde hair I continued my journey.

I entered the room it was brightly lit, they cuffed my hands and dropped my towel I was dumbstrucken. The lieutenant entered "who's first?" he said "I" said Tim's voice then he entered my cervix walls, twenty strokes later he was done. That trend when on until I was exhausted by five young men of different size and Brent. I screamed, I kicked, I cried but they did not stop. Then the liutenent whispered in my ears "fail again and you won't like it, and I better not hear of this from your parents or around camp!".

I was terrified good thing I wasn't wearing any mascara.

When I got back to my room, I was shaking wondering If i should bathe or just go to bed, so I decided to sleep in my pink towel in my depressed mood. Clover was no where near my bed and I’m glad because I wasn’t in the talking mood neither

What to do now but better, I never tried to do badly in training again but clover with her wide hips always seem to be getting bad grades during training, maybe she was naturally clumpsy, I couldn't have her or any of the other girls going through that all the time. Clover was simply crumbling but no one noticed.

Two weeks before the end of training I was shaving my legs and Clover came in. I can't get over what they are doing to me here. “I can imagine” said sincerely It makes me so angry sometimes I just want to be pleasured then she started to cry with a lustful look in her eyes. I then hugged clover. “Can I join you in the shower” she said i was in awe as I knew what this could lead to. Without hesitation I said yes and we were both in the shower I washed her back, she watched my hair then back we were having so much fun "spread them" she narrated and I did and slightly arched my back as she inserted two fingers, I moan as i enjoyed every last moment of it I exploded and she knew exactly when to stop. My mind wondered about returning the favour but thereafter she stepped out of the shower and into her towel

From that one simple moment I felt all her tension, pain and frustration and that ached my heart. I knew exactly what needed to be done.

For one week I cut my shower short to observed the lieutenant movement from the brightly lit tent to his car then to his dorm. I needed to meet him in his dorm by 7:30 so on this particular Tuesday I execute my plan. I tackle him from behind and he grab my hand and slam me on the ground. I kicked his feet so he fell to the ground, i immediately started to punch his face and all he did was laugh. He was really into this pain stuff I realize. He finally stop laughing and pass out. I thought he was dead because his face was beaten to a pulp so I push him off me to make a call, he immediately grab my leg and I fell so I kick him into the seedsocket. He grab his balls I escape his hold and grab a scissors that I tried to attack him with he was quicker than me and hold my hands, but once released I started to choke him and finally he was breathless. I started searching for my cellphone and I dial up clover and said he won't bother any of us anymore, she said what do u mean? I said it's done and hang up. I felt victorious and silently left his room and dashed to the bathroom to clean up after my encounter.

After they pronounce him dead none of our other squad mate try to rape any of the females again. With three days to graduate we all graduated with mihonours and with only a few mental scars.