The sun had set on Aberdeen Proving Ground, leaving all the basic trainees there to finally get some sleep after their long day. It was about one month into their training and things were much more routine than they had been at first. Now the new privates had more time to think, and with that time they started to think of things they missed. This was what was on Pvt. James Newberry's mind as he waited in the stair well, watching Alpha Company's laundry room. His basic training unit was a coed unit, which proved to be a big enough temptation that he now sat and awaited the opportunity to commit a terrible crime. Had he thought it through a bit more, he would never have done it, but his hard on strained against his PT shorts and his sense of reason evaporated with it.
After only a few minutes one of the girls came out of their stairwell and walked the short distance to the wash room. It was Spc. Chloe Miller, she was carrying three green laundry bags full of cloths from the female barracks and would be in there for at least an hour. Laundry guard was usually an hour and a half shift, but some of that was picking up the bags before coming down and returning them after they were done, so he figured he had an hour to make his move. James couldn't have been happier that Spc. Miller was the one to wander into his trap. He had a special loathing for her, despite (or perhaps in part because of) her good looks. Chloe was large breasted and they hung a bit low due to their size. She had a flat stomach and nice hips, and was very pretty in the face. Her dark hair was usually pulled up to meet regulations, but since it was after hours it now hung down past her shoulders. What bothered him the most about her was her attitude, she was a Specialist instead of a Private like him, all because she had high school JROTC and some college credits. She liked to talk down to the other Privates and often seemed to think she was smarter and better than everyone. With all this in mind James decided that God must be smiling on him tonight.
James watched her round ass shake in her tight PT shorts as she walked into the laundry room, he then waited a few minutes and left his stairwell following her path to the laundry room, pulling his makeshift weapon from his pocket. He opened the door a crack to make sure some washers were going and then he went in. Chloe didn't hear him enter because of the noise from the washers, which James thought was very clever of him. He was lucky enough to have entered while her back was to him and she was sorting cloths into groups. He walked up behind her and readied his weapon he had fashioned for the occasion, which was a piece of 550 cord about a foot long with two hand holds at either end. He intended to use it like an assassin and strangle her with it. His attempt was, for the most part, successful. She noticed his shadow and got a quarter turn in before he had her.
His attack was swift and violent, as he wrapped the cord around her neck and swung her into the washer so that it hit her in the stomach. Her reaction came late, she was already bent over the washer before her hands got to the cord, which was so tight by then that she couldn't get a grip on it. He had her and her panicked mind knew it, though she did not yet know why. Her mouth was open, gasping for air that she wasn't going to get.
"Do what I say and you can breath again," he said into her ear. He had no need to whisper since the walls buffered out most of the noise and the room was full of noisy washers that drowned out the rest.
"Just like wrestling, tap out if you give, otherwise I'll just kill you."
Chloe felt herself getting lightheaded, so she tapped quickly, not knowing in her panic what else to do. James eased up on the cord and Chloe sucked in air, trying to get her bearings, but before she could James was speaking again.
"Pull down your shorts or I cut off the air again."
"Please don't...," she started to say, but was cut off by him repeating his command.
"Pull down your shorts or I cut off the fucking air, you goddamn bitch." When she hesitated he explained further, "Understand, it is past 2300 and Drill Sergeant Reid is asleep in the day room. Nobody is gonna miss you for another hour at least and by then I'll have gotten what I wanted from you, or I'll have finished you. Now pull down your goddamn shorts!"
She gave in and reached behind herself and pulled her shorts down past her full ass, but no further since she couldn't reach that far. James then yanked her up into a standing position and using his knee and then his foot he pushed her shorts the rest of the way down.
"Now step out of your shorts, then pull your shirt up over your tits." When she had complied he further instructed her to spread her legs apart, which she did, then he pushed her back down over the washer. "Now pull my cock out, and don't try anything or I'll pop your damn head off, bitch."
She could feel his hard cock pressing into her ass through his shorts. She guided her hand behind herself and pulled his shorts down a bit and freed his five inch dick. She felt so ashamed, vulnerable, and humiliated. There she was, a supposed strong Army woman, exposed and bent over a washer, about to be penetrated by a moron who couldn't even pull his own cock out.
"Now, I don't care what hole I get bitch, so you best be ready for some pain." With that he started clumsily thrusting his cock into her soft backside, randomly searching for a hole. After a second something gave and he dryly pushed himself into her virgin ass. Her body went tense and she stifled a scream, as her mind reeled from the most pain she had felt in a long time.
James figured she wasn't going to be wet, but he was surprised to feel how tight she was, after that thought formed in his mind he realized that he had her ass. He had only gotten the head of his cock in and already he felt as though he could cum. He held back, though, because he wanted to make this last as long as possible. He thrust in a few more times and finally worked his dick into her all the way, causing her to gasp and tighten up to try and push him out of her. Her clenching only caused her pain to worsen, as James started to pick up the pace of his thrusting. He finally established a steady pace and was beginning to enjoy himself when it happened.
There was a loud "clank" and James' head snapped forward. The pain came quickly after that, causing his head to swim and his body to collapse on top of Chloe's bent over form. After a moment of no movement James fell sideways, and with his hands still wrapped in the cord around Chloe's neck, brought her down on top of him on the floor. James hit his head on the concrete floor and lay stunned for a moment, which allowed Chloe the time she needed to get the cord from around her neck and free his cock from her sore ass. He managed to regain his senses as she was getting up off of him and pulling up her shorts.
"You dumb fuck, you had your back to the door." James recognized the voice, but couldn't quite place it. He rolled his head to the side and looked behind him to see who was speaking, it turned out to be PFC. Josh Warburton, on of James' squad members.
James tried to think on his feet, "Oh, uh, hey man. Let's hit this together, she's got plenty of holes, nobody'd know."
"No, shithead, that's not gonna happen. Not to her anyways."
"You mean you wanna get another bitch? You got any idea how?"
