.. a place near campus."I knew the place. It was a real wild bar and pickup place. "Did you ... dance?" Yes, a little. Well, a bit actually but it was...okay. Nothing happened ... well ... nothing really."She pulled her dress off over her head and then I could see raw red lines from fingers clawing over her body. And I could see something had matted in her well-trimmed pubic hair, the mat thick and pressed down. I turned on the light and gasped as I saw she'd been worked over. I tried to sit up. Even the drill instructors adopted the hairless look—as examples. I guess it works because the upperclassmen are firm but polite with us lower life forms in the junior classes.Harmony was a novelty, at first, but then she wasn't. In uniform, Harmony looked just like one of the boys. She even sounded like one of the boys—many of us still had high-pitched boy voices. And when Harmony was naked, so was I. I guess we were a matched set: Miss Krystal's pets.Every week I wrote a letter home, a home I. Greg arrived soon after the hour wearing a white Roman-style tunic with gold trim. Once he had taken a head count of the “Nursery Volunteers” he escorted us down a service corridor and out a door on the western side of the building to where a series of open buggies, lashed together to form a train hitched to an old jeep, awaited us. We rode past the dining room and storage facilities and out across the wide expanse of the playground area, and in the distance I could see a number of naked. " He led him to the shower and turned it on, lathered Joe up. Despite the fact that he just pissed all over him, Joe really did like this guy. He was very warm and helpful."How's my back and ass looking?" Joe asked."Not bad, a little red. The whip he used won't leave marks believe it or not." The soap stung a bit but paled in comparison to the lashing he got. As he was washing Joe’s back he pressed up against him, his hard dick rubbing between his cheeks. He reached around and pinched Joe’s.