The Good Soldier - A Leadership Challenge
Lieutenant Kate Kershaw had made mistakes in her Army career. She sometimes told herself that the fact that she could recognize them as such, was evidence that she had at least some of the attributes required of an officer in the modern British Army.
As she made her way across the camp, walking towards a modern grey building, she realised she was heading back to the scene of one of her more severe errors in judgement.
The building housed the small group of guards that provided security to the inner camp. They were like most other people on camp, confined to an existence within the perimeter, and had been here longer than Kershaw herself. And, up until relatively recently, had a degree of freedom, and a certain amount of power.
She groaned inwardly, as she entered and recognized the face behind the counter.
"Good evening, ma'am," he said, mock sincerely, "and what can I do for you."
As she watched his leer, she felt a shudder of revulsion. "I've come for Corporal Jones's kit," she said, simply.
"Yes, ma'am," he said, with a sneer. "You're obviously on a vital mission, I'll get right to it."
She heard a door open and another of the Guard Force entered. She cursed inwardly, knowing that Leo would be even more of an asshole with an audience.
The Guard Force were not soldiers. At least, not anymore. She suspected most were ex-military; perhaps, even a few former officers. She knew they hadn't been special forces no matter what they hinted at—there was no way anyone with any-sort-of-real military qualifications, would find themselves in this setting while doing such a routinely shit job.
"Well, get a fucking move on then!" she said, her anger rising.
Leo put a mocked pained act on. "Oh no, ma'am, it hurts when you talk like that," he sneered again. "You didn't use mean words like that, when I had my cock in your arse."
A few weeks ago, Kate might have gotten upset and run out of the building, but a lot had happened, and while she still regretted what she'd done, or rather what she had drunkenly acquiesced to do; at this moment in time, she had a task to perform, no matter how menial.
Leo turned to the other guard. "You didn't have her arse, did you, Kev!" he smirked at her.
Kate turned to the other guard, and without thinking, said, "I don't remember you being there."
An angry look came across his face. "I dumped a load down your throat; do you remember that?"
Kate didn't flinch. She rather shrugged, "Nope." She turned back to Leo, and asked, "Do you remember what happened after the Brigadier found out that you and your mates took turns on me?"
She turned back to Kev, "The Brigadier mightn't even know that you fucked me, as well," she smiled, "assuming that you did actually manage to fuck me; I still can't place you. Do you want me to let him know?"
Kev advanced on her. "How about I have a go in your arse now," he said, menacingly.
Kate felt a feeling bubble up inside her. She didn't back down. She looked at her watch. "Lay a hand on me, then you may as well go the whole way, and make it worth it your while," she smiled, "because afterwards, the Brigadier will carry out his threat from last time."
She saw a flash of anger appear on Leo's face. Kev seemed to become suddenly uncomfortable.
"Because while he thinks I'm a stupid slut and a disgrace to my uniform, his opinion of you," she looked at Leo, "and your colleagues is even lower."
Still looking at Kev, she said, "I think I do remember you now. Were you the guy who couldn't get hard enough to fuck me, and kept trying to get me to put his limp cock in my mouth?"
Kev said nothing; he just looked at her dumbly.
She stepped back and threw up her arms. "So, what's it to be, gentlemen? Are you going to bend me over and fuck me like the useless slut I am; all the while knowing that you'll probably end up disappearing into a furnace afterward? Or, are you going to give me what I am fucking asking for?"
"Fucking whore," Kev said, turning and walking out.
Leo just looked at her his fists clenched. "You'll get yours one of these days, you fucking slut!"
"Yes. Yes, I'm sure I will, but it won't be from you." She smiled. "You had your chance."
Leo turned and walked to the back of the store, saying nothing.
Kate reflected on the incident in the guard room which had caused so much trouble, when she first arrived on camp. She had made the mistake of hanging around there because they had a degree of freedom that she was denied, as well as access to the alcohol, that she also lacked. She wasn't a complete idiot—even at the time, she knew that their friendliness was mostly in the hope that one or more of them could get into her knickers.
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Six weeks earlier, she had gotten a bit too drunk with Leo. He was tall and well-built, and she had wanted him. He fucked her in the armoury. Her first hint that she had misjudged him was when he ripped at her clothes and underwear, rather than letting her undress. She sighed at the memory, a certain type of guy was always going to prefer to expend more effort to rip open a woman's shirt, rather than to just undo it, or maybe, he just couldn't work a zipper.
Her second hint was when she orgasmed, and he called her a slut. Looking back on it, she knew; she should have walked out; they wouldn't have stopped her. When he told her to get on her hands and knees, she could have refused. He fucked her anally, only allowing enough preparation to make it more pleasurable for him.
Kate rarely orgasmed from anal sex, but on that cold concrete floor, she had. She was still reeling from her orgasm when she felt Leo empty himself, deep inside her. She hadn't heard the other Guard Force members come in. She looked up to see one pulling his erect cock from his trousers, while feeling another one taking Leo's place behind her.
The fact that she consented to everything that was happening, seemed to make them worse. They didn't need to try to intimidate her, or force her to drink more alcohol—she would have done it anyway. However, it seemed the casual cruelty and contempt were necessary for them to perform.
They fucked her continuously for the next two hours—anally, vaginally, and orally—until the alcohol started to affect them more and more. At one point, one of them produced a camera, and she laughed when she saw it was an actual camera, rather than a phone, which were forbidden on camp. It all came to a stop when the Duty Officer found them. They had lacked the self-control to keep someone at their posts.
The Duty Officer was Captain Damien Hosker, a middle-aged man, whom Kate suspected had been commissioned from the ranks. In her time on the camp, he had been friendly with her, but kept his distance. He had violently pulled the men off her. When one of them drunkenly objected, he knocked him unconscious with a single punch. The Brigadier arrived a few minutes behind him, already alerted that the Guard Force had deserted their posts.
Kate had been surprised at how quickly he was able to summon a squad of four men, obviously soldiers but dressed in nondescript civilian clothes, who dragged any of the Guard Force they could lay their hands on, outside and put them on their knees. When one of them protested, a pistol appeared, and he was knocked bleeding to the ground. The Brigadier looked like he wanted to murder them. He looked like he wanted to murder her.
Instead, he had the Guard Force disarmed. Even now, they weren't allowed weapons. He talked to them in a quiet voice, and made clear to them that while he couldn't allow them to leave the camp, if he couldn't trust them to perform their role, they would be useless to him. They were drunk, but the threat was obvious; though Kate didn't know if he had the capacity to carry it out.
The Duty Officer, Captain Hosker, had moved her into a back room and covered her with a blanket. He had even been sympathetic. However, he wouldn't allow her to get dressed. He had called Doctor Harris from the compound, who arrived. She protested that she was fine. He had given her an examination, and to her humiliation, he had insisted on Hosker remaining until a female chaperone could be found.
He had taken swaps from her vagina and rectum, as well as other dried semen he found across her body.
She had protested that she hadn't been raped, but he had insisted. He said there were signs of bruising. She could hear the Brigadier shouting violently, as he discovered the camera and the video of what had happened.
Then with her wrapped only in a blanket, the Brigadier had towered over her and proceeded to give vent to his anger.
Her uniform and underwear had been bagged, and in the weeks since, she wondered if Hoskins had taken the opportunity to establish a further hold over the Guard Force. Her torn uniform with their semen stains might be a useful tool for him.
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Seven weeks later, the memories were still fresh, and it annoyed her that Leo seemed to think he could pretend it hadn't happened.
Leo was begrudgingly dragging clear plastic bags from the back of the store.
