Retraining Miss Carstairs
Note: The characters in this fictional story are entirely fictional and are generic and not based on any single individual officer or enlisted man or woman.
Part one, in a drill hall.
Company Sergeant Major "Mike" Orangu marched swiftly into the lecture hall as Private Millar stood beside the door and saluted, Orangu smiled, it always gave him a little hit of pride when a white squaddie saluted him, even after twelve years in the Army.
"Ten-Shun" he barked and turned to face the almost empty lecture hall.
Just four women stood waiting, Privates Lilly Manser and Gates and Lieutenant Colonel Carstairs, the Ice Maiden, just four in a hall seating five hundred.
"Right course four seven oh eight," Orangu spoke with barely a hint of an afro carribean accent. "Counter insurgency techniques," he smirked, "And surviving in captivity, so why so little interest?" he asked, and then ordered "Millar, in here, on the double."
"Sah!" Millar replied as he clattered over noisily marching like a player in a silent film at double speed.
"Millar, why are we in a Five hundred seat auditorium when there are four squaddies and only four squaddies on the course." Orangu enquired.
"Because you're an asshole and the rest dropped out sah."The squaddies looked on, three afro carribean women in standard green private soldiers uniform of sweaters and trousers and Ms Carstairs in her smart officers jacket and skirt.
Ms Carstairs went crimson. "Millar how dare you speak to a superior," she stormed and then and only then did she realise the whole point iof the training was she should remain impassive, so she sighed, "Oh bugger."
"It's part of our training routine Marm." Millar assured her, Sarn't Major scripted it Marm, it's written down here, see".
"Thank you Millar" Orangu said, "Character, keeping in character, that is the key to counter insurgency work Mizz Carstairs, if you were seriously taking this course I would have kicked you off right now, but under the circumstances well I don't suppose I can."
"Sorry Sarnt Major, If I could explain girls, I am the new Commanding Officer of the counter insurgency unit, I am Lieutenant Colonel Carstairs and I am taking this course because I do not believe in ordering others to do things I am not prepared to."
"Shut the fuck up bitch." Millar swore and stepped forward striking the beautiful former olympic athlete and beauty contest finalist across her cheek.
"That's a court martial offence see me." Ms Carstairs stopped in mid sentence as Millar slapped her other cheek before grasping the collar of her green military blouse and tearing it open to reveal her army brassiere green 34 C (sports) which barely restrained her pear shaped breasts as they heaved with anger.
"What part of shut the fuck up didn't you understand bitch." Orangu asked? "You see one slip like that in the field and your dead, maybe not straight away, maybe peritonitis from an untreated wound but more likely Hep B or Aids, do you understand Marm."
"Yes Sarnt Major, I'm sorry."
"Right, one paper twenty questions, half an hour, begin." he said, "No wait, turn the tables around, I want each of you facing away from the others no conferring or cheating."
The questions were simple any primary school child could answer them, Ms Carstairs finished the paper in five minutes and then fretted at the waste of time.
"Time's up, papers please Ok, Private Lilly," Orangu asked, he looked at the paper, "Acceptable, almost," and "Private Manser, not too bad, there's two n's in Jo berg, Private Gates, so - so and oh my god, looky here, oh hush my mouth, she got all the questions done girls, she put her name and rank and that will get you shot you stupid bitch, you been learning your false identity for three weeks.."
"Look Sarnt," she stopped as Millar hit her once more, then as she buried her face in her hands Millar reached round and flipped her bra catch, it fell away revealing her breasts.
"What part of shut the fuck up don't you understand, cunt." Orangu asked.
"I'm sorry Sarnt." Ms Carstairs explained, "Do you enjoy humilliating," another slap from Millar as he pulled her jacket and torn blouse off and slipped her bra from her shoulders.
"I sure do Miss, that's why I joined the Army!" he joked, "but on ops you going to need to go bare titted so I guess you need to practice."
"Private Lilly can't go without no bra Sarnt," Pte Phoebe Manser explained, "Cos her tits will drag the ground."
"You jealous you flat chested bitch." Pte Mandy Lilly responded.
"Girls," Miss Carstairs cautioned but Millar slapped her again."sorry Sarnt. habit." she apologised.as the tears stained her English rose cheeks.
"Keep in character Marm, please" Orangu suggested, "It's fuck time Millar."
Millar adanvced and lifed Ms Carstairs skirt and tried to rip her knickers down, the officers underpants, Army Mk 3b, womens, resisted his assault Ms Carstairs had drawn the drawstring tight and the legs of the garment reached nearly to her knees, protecting her virtue.
"Green ones eh miss." Orangu lisped, "Comfy, sexy, But not fucking knife proof, where are your black Kevlar ones?"
"I,I, ah." she stammered.
"Shaved and can't stand the itching?" Millar suggested, "They all say that." He took his knife and sliced easily through the fabric, "On your back bitch."
Millar was too slow, the heavily booted foot on the end of the long elegant leg that had nearly qualified her for the Olympic team heptathlon three years before caught Millar just below his left ear and he collapsed like a sack of potatoes.
"She fucking kicked me." Millar said groggily as he stood up.
"That's the spirit, no woman will readily consent to rape, unless they fancy the rapist which is why I use Millar who no one ever fancies." they all laughed, except Millar.
The door opened, Colonel Francombe entered, "Ten Shun." Orangu ordered.
"My god, Miss Carstairs, what happened." he exclaimed in surprise,
"Millar tried to rape me." she said shakily.
"Part of the exercise sir." Orangu assured him.
"Here have some of this, its energy drink." Francombe offered as he handed her his hip flask, she drank greedily, and soon felt much better. A pleasant warm glow spread over her as Millar peeled off her boots and skirt and remains of her army issue panties.
"That's enough Millar, no touching an officer's privates. officers privates, that's funny eh what," Francombe made the joke against himself.
"I'm afraid I have administered a date rape drug my dear, usually we let Millar do the deed but as you are an officer I think perhaps I should offer myself."Francombe advised, "Hold my belt a minute would you Millar."
Millar took Col Francombe's belt as he undid and lowered his trousers.
One two three One two three one. Francombe counted as her lowered his trousers in a precise military manner before lowering his military underpants.
He counted One two three One two three one as he knelt and then as Ms Carstairs looked on incredulously bur helplessly he advanced and thrust his penis towards her as if presenting arms on a parade ground.
"One two three one two." he counted as he thrust at her."
"Beg pardon sir, its In two three, Out two three sir." Millar said, "She 's a lady officer sir not a fucking bunny rabbit."
"Quite so, Millar, bit rusty what, almost forgot the drill," Francombe admitted.
"In two three out two three," Ms Carstairs whispered. quietly, "Nice, can we try light infantry pace. now John."
"Yes certainly Julia." Francombe answered.
"Beg pardon Sarnt Major, but if she's bleedin drugged why's she asking to be fucked harder." Millar asked.
