There was a heavy knock on the metal door. A female voice echoed through and into the metal room inside.
"Hart? Corporal Hart? I'm coming in."
The door slid open, and a slender woman of about thirty walked into the small, dark quarters inside. Her dark brown hair was tied neatly up, and bobbed above the collar of her uniform shirt as she stepped in. Feeling up and down the wall, she found a small switch, which she flipped up. A fluorescent light flickered on, and metal window blinds rotated out, flooding the small room with light. On the opposite wall, a mess of sheets concealed the still sleeping soldier as he tossed and turned. The woman leaned down and shook him gently by the shoulder, calling out again.
"Reveille, Corporal Hart..."
She grew annoyed, and pulled him roughly, sending him tumbling out of bed onto the cold floor. His eyes opened slowly, and a look of terror filled his eyes as he saw who had woken him. He jumped up, and came to attention as he sounded off quite loudly.
"Room, attention! Good morning, Ma'am!"
She put her hands on her hips, and cocked her head at him.
"Could've used that a few minutes ago, Corporal," she said, using his rank condescendingly.
"It won't happen again, Ma'am!"
"...right. I need you down in room 247 in ten minutes. Uniform of the Day is Class C. Carry out the Plan of the Day." She put up a salute as she reported his orders.
He returned the salute and acknowledged her.
"Yes, Ma'am."
She turned to leave, and the sunlight from the window glinted off the two silver bars on her lapel. Looking over her shoulder as she walked out the door, she smirked at him.
"And Corporal Hart, don't show up looking like...like that," she said, looking down at his waist.
His door closed automatically, and Hart sat down on his rack, sighing heavily. He looked down at his waist, but already knew what the problem was. Having just woken up, it hadn't had time to subside. He imagined replying to her as she turned, how it could have been.
"It's only natural, Ma'am... It's partially your fault, Ma'am... I could use your help in dealing with it, Ma'am..."
He realized he'd been talking to himself, and felt foolish. With a minute or two to spare, he laid back on his rack, imagining her again. Her body was slim, but her ass was perfect... and in her uniform pants, it was almost too much. He sighed again as he closed his eyes for another moment, visualizing the stunning officer one more time, seeing her ass work back and forth as she'd walked away a moment before.
"Captain Hunter, you are just way too sexy to be a Company Commander... I wonder how you got that rank and billet... With that ass, you'll make Major in no time..."
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A few minutes later, Corporal Hart slid open the door to room 247, and was met with a shocking sight. Within, computer terminals formed tiers coming up and away from large glass windows in the opposite walls; twenty-five enlisted occupied as many stations, with five others moving about hastily between. They wore different uniforms though, and Hart was unsure how to respond. Normally he would report to his Chain of Command, but here he knew no one to which to report. He simply stood there as the room bustled around him until a loud voice called out to him.
"You! Corporal in the Class C's! Get over here!"
He looked up, and saw who had called him out. A woman of similar age to his Company Commander stood in the middle of the room, but also in the strange new uniform. Her hair was jet black and cropped short, falling straight and hanging over her high, close collar. She wore rectangular, rimless glasses which reflected white glare from the computer screens as she moved, walking towards Hart deliberately. Hart's eyes instinctively snapped on to the woman's collar, then sleeves, but could not find any rank. On her. In fact, her uniform looked bare except for a nametag and unit insignia. The tag read 'von Schwendi,' and the insignia bore the silhouette of an old oil lamp in the archway of a castle gate, crossed behind by swords.
"Are you Hart?"
"Guilty, Ma'am," he said cheerfully.
Though it was easier talking with civilian women, this one had an accent that threw him off a little.
"Then take this."
She thrust a thick book up into his field of vision, with large bold text across its cover.
"Standard... this isn't English, is it..."
"Standardarbeitsanweisung der 2 Militärzergliederungdivision, Geschlechtlich Bataillon. It's in German, Corporal Hart."
"Is there...an English translation, miss..."
"Von Schwendi. And yes, though I daresay the title loses its elegance in your language." She thrust another book in his face, with a title in English. Hart read it aloud.
"Standard Operating Procedures of the 2nd Military Anatomy Division, Sexual Battalion? What's this about?"
The woman dropped it into his hands as she turned and walked towards a nearby door. She took a white lab coat from a hook on the wall.
"Come with me; we've got some questions for you..."
A moment later, Hart found himself in a sterile white room, sitting opposite von Schwendi at a metal table. Her gaze seemed to bore into his eyes as she sat silently. He glanced behind her for a moment, at a blacked-out bank of windows. He couldn't shake the fact that he was being watched from back there, too.
Behind the glass, three technicians typed furiously at their computer terminals, analyzing data streaming in from the adjacent room. Cameras relayed extreme-close-up views of Hart's eyes as they darted around, trembling slightly. Other instruments measured his brain activity, pulse, circulation, and breathing through sensors in his uniform. They relayed information to von Schwendi, which appeared as a heads-up display on the left lens of her glasses. She took note of it, and smirked at Hart.
"Corporal Hart, have you read und do you understand the Standard Operation Procedures?"
"I... Not yet, I've only had a few minutes. What's this about? Why did you send for me?"
"Well, apparently, you've got a very high...er...wie sagt man...a high latent carnal force."
"Carnal force? Like...libido?"
"Quite so. We require someone whose desires will push him into our employ. The average person wouldn't be so...excited over this line of work."
Hart blinked twice, trying to absorb what was being said.
"I'm afraid I don't follow you."
"Just as an infantry unit requires someone who is not afraid to take a life, this requires someone who ist not afraid to undergo risk to experience certain...pleasures."
As her voice turned low and suggestive, Hart began to look lower on von Schwendi's body, noticing her curves. Though partially covered by her white coat, he could clearly see how her ample chest strained at the tight uniform, and how thin her waist was below. She narrowed her eyes as new numbers flashed across her lens.
"I'm noticing some new developments, Corporal Hart... Are you feeling alright?"
"I'm fine, why do you..." His view was getting him hard very quick; this had always been a problem for him. His sexy Company Commander, this busty German scientist...he'd been embarrassed by his body's natural reactions every step of his military career. His face went red, and his hands flew to his lap to cover his growing problem.
