Cadet: The Academy

Cadet: The Academy by Commander James Bondage

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this way, cunt? How does my dick feel up
your little ass? You want some more, bitch?” and so on. He finished
buried deep inside her, pulling her limp body close to him as he
called her a fucking cunt, a filthy whore and similar names. When
he released Jodie, she flopped forward onto the concrete,
unconscious. Robin and some of the other cadets exclaimed
involuntarily, wondering if the brutal assault had killed their
classmate.
    Captain Wagner quickly knelt down next to
her. He put his ear to her mouth, then lifted one of her eyelids
and peered in closely. He rose, pulled his phone from his pocket,
quickly punched a number and spoke urgently for a minute, then
snapped the phone shut.
    The Colonel, now clearly alarmed, approached
the platform and called the Captain over. They talked in whispers,
but the conversation took place right in front of Robin, so she was
able to overhear snatches of what the Captain, who was facing
towards her, was saying.
    “…still alive, no thanks to that… I called an
ambulance. They should be here in…I will tell that gorilla…
General Cafferson himself… got to be more careful. I agree, sir…”
The whispered conversation abruptly ended when the tires of a white
emergency vehicle ground up the gravel road to stop next to the
platform.
    The Captain gathered the motionless girl’s
body in his arms and jumped down to place her carefully on the
stretcher inside the ambulance. He motioned for the paramedic to
come close, and whispered rapidly in the man’s ear. The paramedic
nodded, jumped the back of the truck with Jodie, and pulled the
doors shut. The ambulance promptly pulled off. Wagner and Miles
stared after the departing vehicle anxiously.
    “Cadets, you will return to your barracks to
await orders,” the Captain announced. “Platoon dismissed!”
    Robin immediately went to the Captain,
closely followed by the rest of the cadets. “How is Jodie, sir?”
she asked. “Is she going to be all right?”
    “She’s going to be fine,” he said, looking
off in the direction the ambulance had taken, his face pale. He
turned to look at Robin and the other cadets crowding around him.
“Now all of you return to your quarters!” he roared. The cadets
fled back to their barracks.
    The cadets were gathered in little groups
around the barracks, speculating in discreet tones about the Jodie
Lawrence’s horrendous punishment, her condition, the nature and
severity of her injuries, and the Captain’s apparent state of
near-panic, when they heard the thumps of two sets of boots
mounting the wooden stairs to the door. They sprang to attention
and saluted when they saw a perspiring Sergeant Powers enter,
followed closely by the Captain. Powers went directly into his room
without looking at them. Captain Wagner sketched a hasty salute at
the cadets, and muttered, “As you were,” and quickly followed
Powers into his room, slamming the door behind him.
    For the next twenty minutes, the silent
platoon listened awestruck as Captain Wagner chewed out his platoon
Sergeant. The thin walls of the internal partition did not prevent
them overhearing virtually every word Wagner thundered at his
erring subordinate. His command of invective was rich, vivid and
varied; he never repeated himself once while describing his opinion
of Powers’ personal habits, ancestry and future prospects in the
Army. “Oversexed anthropoid” and “asinine baboon” were two of the
milder terms.
    “These cadets are Cafferson’s special pets,
Sergeant Peabrain,” he said at one point. “He checks the progress
of each one every week. If that cadet dies, I may be cashiered, the
Colonel may have to take a forced retirement, but you …
you‘ll be lucky to draw a firing squad.” There was a soft
murmur in the room when the cadets heard for the first time about
the seriousness of their comrade’s condition.
    Captain Wagner concluded by relieving the
Sergeant from duty and giving him fifteen minutes to clear out of
the

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