Don't play it too cool Christine! I thought. Moments later my phone buzzed again. I assumed it would be Christine and became excited at the thought of...what she might have sent ahead of her arrival. It was Nicole. Fuck. "Hey sexy, what you up to?" I left the message unread whilst I considered my options but I didn't have long before doorbell rang. Shit. Unsurprisingly it was Christine and, almost predictably, she allowed herself in wearing her now trademark long overcoat. At best she would have. After graduation from basic she was allowed to sew on herthree stripes (actually making her equal in rank to her junior drillinstructor). She was bussed across the base to her tech school, whereshe embarked on a two month course in communications techniques, inaddition to increasing her morse code receiving speed to at least 20words per minute, which wasn't hard since her license required 13already). Several other trainees were also wearing brand new sets ofthree stripes since they had. She stared into my eyes, mocking me as my body went stiff with pain. This time she indulged in the added torment of reaching down and giving me some hand action to make me hard, the last thing I needed at that moment. Once again the KTB did its baleful work. I tried to scream but could not. What horror will she invent next?From time to time Laura wearied of the sameness of my appearance, and for her amusement made me dress in an almost endless variety of feminine outfits. She would bring these. Got right up in her face and seethed:“Scream one more time bitch and your boyfriend over there gets his throat slit. Got that?”She nodded fearfully, tears running down her face.The man then turned her around and shoved her face down onto the bed.“Grab her.”The other two men sprang on the bed and grabbed her arms and legs, pinning her face down on the bed. I screamed and screamed trying to break free of my bonds, but it was so utterly helpless. I was going to be forced to sit there and watch my.