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story_codes: MMM+/ggg+ (10) Men/young girls, first, non-cons

story_intro: A group of ten year old girls are selected as the elite ones - the best of the best - from the junior service academy. Now they will directly serve as aides to the senior officers in all branches of the military. They proudly march in their unfirms into the regional headquarters where they will meet some of the highest ranking officers in the military. Then they will learn that much of their new duties are to be performed while they are out of uniform. And this is not a volunteer assignment.


story_language: English




Wendria: Story 17 - In Service

Written by madvlad


	"Effie!" Syndra called. "You're perfect, but you'll never pass if you're late for The Inspection!"

	"I'm coming," Effie grumbled for perhaps the tenth time in as many minutes. 

	Syndra glanced at the clock and worriedly shook her head, making her red curls jiggle. When Effie gave her an exasperated look, she finally left and jogged out of the barracks.

	Turning back to the mirror, Effie once again examined her uniform for any microscopic trace of something that shouldn't be there. She easily breezed through the routine inspections, but today's was different. Syndra had been no different than the other girls in their Junior Service squad when she practically intoned the capital letters when referring to today's review.

	Finding nothing amiss on her dark gray uniform tunic, short skirt, stockings and black boots (but unconvinced that there wasn't something hiding there only to appear at the worst time), she patted her hair again to make sure it was fine. Her blonde tresses were pulled tightly into pigtails and lightly glossed to prevent any errant strands from frizzing out. Girls in the Junior Service were allowed - even encouraged - to keep their hair long. 

	For half of their lives, Effie, Syndra, and the other members of their company had lived and studied and practiced in Dormitory Complex C in Eatren, Grynnoc. Both nation and small continent, Grynnoc was arguably the largest country - and certainly the most powerful - in the southern hemisphere. The girls - and boys in other companies - who were selected into the Junior Service had been taught that this strength did not come naturally but only through relentless vigilance, training, and the outward display of that strength.

	The last of those qualities had gained Grynnoc control of several neighboring island states and sizeable shares of three other southern continents when countries there came into the Grynnocan fold by various means. It was enough to make the Trinity Seas Accord countries like Anglia, Languedoc, and the Vespanas stop looking down their noses to the south and give Grynnoc the respect it had earned.

	Effie was proud to have been selected to the Junior Service and was proud to serve Grynnoc in any manner that she could. The Inspection, which would begin at any moment now, would determine what course of service she would take. Within the first six months after their tenth birthdays, Junior Service members were assembled for review by a senior officer from outside their training command. 

	The very few who were chosen would leave behind their friends to become aides to senior officers in the High Command. There, they would serve into their late teens before receiving their commissions and progressing along their career paths. Having served those in high command meant rapid promotion and the realization of their dreams in the service of the Empire. 

	For those who were not selected, Junior Service was still a good path to the officer corps. While they would have the opportunity for their skills and drive to move their way upward, they would lack the influence of those who had serviced the High Command. Like Syndra, Effie's ambition was in selection - anything other than that would be abject failure. And if she didn't get herself into the formation, she mentally scolded herself as she ran out to the cement pad where her company was forming, she'd never get selected.

	For The Inspection, the squads were arrayed in single lines of cadets standing side-by-side instead of their usual squared formations. Syndra stood at ease in her place as quad leader - one pace to the left and one pace forward of her squad's line. The inspecting officer would speak first with a squad leader before moving on to the squad. 

	Her eyes darting to the squad on the right, she saw Effie slowing from a sprint to a careful walk before assuming her place at left-front to the squad that she commanded. Although there were variations in height, all of the girls in their company were within six months of age to one another as the companies were formed by age for moments such as The Inspection and for the eventual Junior Service graduation years later for those who remained afterward. Like Effie, Syndra could not even contemplate what it would be like not to have been chosen.

	A bark from the sergeant major brought the company from at-ease to attention in a single snap of more than eighty bodies. The inspecting officer had arrived!

	Although she remained still, she strained to hear what was happening with the squad to the left. The officer was speaking to the squad leader who, in her nervousness, faltered in her speech. Before the girl could recover, Syndra heard the rustle of leather boots turning abruptly on the cement, followed by the clack of the hard soles. The squad leader's indecisiveness had cost her entire squad their chance at review. 

	Syndra did not envy that girl's predicament in the barracks that night. Perhaps the squad leader would be better off running herself through punitive drills until she collapsed and was sent to...wherever Junior Service washouts were sent. But now the officer, a gaunt-looking colonel, stopped in front of her.

	When asked, Syndra stated her name and the squad's designation crisply. When asked about her accomplishments, she replied with the squad's rankings in the continuous competition with the company and throughout the complex. While they weren't at the top in everything, they did hold several such positions and were highly ranked in others.

	"Given the choice after your service in High Command, should you be selected," the colonel remarked. "What branch would you prefer?"

	"Airship command," Syndra replied without hesitation.

	The colonel tapped the dark green of his collar tabs on over which his rank insignia were pinned. 

	"So Intelligence & Security hold no interest for you? You like floating about in over-sized balloons instead?" he said in an eerily soft tone.

	"Sir! I would be honored to service in any branch that the High Command would choose. I only state that my passion of airships might be of benefit for Grynnoc."

	The colonel said nothing but gave a look to Colonel Moats who commanded six companies. His nod was barely perceptible as was the slight head bow from Moats. Syndra hoped she was still expressionless on the outside while she inwardly screamed in triumph. Using focusing skills she had learned, she calmed herself and listened as the visitor spoke with a few more girls in her squad. 

	It was an aide to Colonel Moats who was trailing behind the senior officers who paused to whisper to Syndra. 

	"You and two other girls in your squad - that's quite remarkable. Congratulations, Squad Leader - or should I say, Command Aide?"

	Protocols could not prevent the proud smile from blooming on Syndra's face. Then she listened carefully as the inspecting colonel was speaking with Effie. Syndra knew that Effie wanted to be in the Commandos when she was of age and could imagine the colonel teasing her about being a mud rat in that low voice of his. 

	However Effie responded, she had done it well and Syndra was elated to have her joining her on the train to the High Command center of the Eatren District. One of Effie's squad members was also joining them and Syndra could help feeling a little smug that she had beaten Effie on that score with two of her own cadets getting the pick.

	Colonel Jossmut of the  I&S branch walked ahead of the fourteen selectees down the corridor leading to the banquet room of the district's High Command headquarters. When he suddenly halted and snapped to attention, the cadets, all of them gaping and awestruck by their new surroundings, were slightly slower in copying his actions. But if the tall brigadier general whom the colonel had stopped for noticed this, she gave no sign.

	Indeed, a smile tugged at the edges of her mouth as she slowly walked past the now rigid and wide-eyed girls. While the occasional flag officer had come to the training center to give an inspirational lecture to the entire school corps, never had they seen one this close.

	"Welcome to High Command," the woman said in a low yet strong voice as she paced before them. "I am Brigadier Breena Desjin. It was twenty-five years ago that I was like you, trying to march here on my first day while gaping like a gaffed fish."

	A few titters escaped the small group as Desjin had intended. Reaching the end of the hastily arranged row, she turned on her heel to reverse direction and made the long braid of her brown hair swing with the motion. While the male officers and boy cadets kept their hair short, even the higher-ranking women still wore theirs long. Effie now silently considered changing her pigtails for a single long braid.

	"I have duties to attend to at present," Desjin continued. "But my colleagues will welcome you shortly as you will no longer be mere cadets. There will be very few formal tests from here on out. Consider every task in your duties as a challenge - these will be your tests."

	"Yes ma'am!" the girls shouted in unison, reverting to their training form. 

	Desjin nodded and strode away. When they resumed following the colonel, more than a few of the girls turned to catch another glimpse of their idol. They had all heard of Breena Desjin at school and how she had recently attained her flag rank after some daring exploits in the Andjian Subjugation Campaign.

	If one colonel and one general at close proximity had been awe-inspiring for the cadets, being surrounded by at least thirty of them in the banquet hall made a few of them feel as if they might faint. Field Marshall Prestille was the highest ranking and observed the line of preteens in their form-fitting tunics. 

	Giving an approving nod to Colonel Jossmut, he observed them carefully. Naturally, Jossmut had chosen cadets best suited by their records and conduct as aides here, but those were not the only attributes that were sought. Raking his eyes down to the row of preteen chests thrust out at attention, he saw only complete flatness. Here on Wendria, there girls would still have years before the first maturation bloomed there, leaving those fresh torsos ripe for exploration and use well before the beginning buds of development. And once they did start to form...

	His mouth watering in both anticipation and in reminiscence, Prestille took in the smooth thighs of the well-toned cadets. How warm and silky they were while pressed against him while he moved between them. 

	"My congratulations on your selections," he intoned formally. "Now, of course, you'll have no need for those children's uniforms."

	The men closed around them. Confused, Effie felt her arms being pulled away from her sides before she squeaked as another man in front of her produced a gleaming stiletto. A shout of fright to her left made her turn her head to see Syndra similarly held as her tunic was completely cut away. A large, hairy hand grabbed the redhead's panties and began to pull them.

	Effie's view was blocked as officers and frightened girls swirled about. When the front of her sliced tunic fell open, she felt more naked than she had ever felt before as her chest, which she had always considered boyish and unremarkable was pawed. Lifted in the air, her legs were held while her boots and stockings were removed. Another hand tugged at the side of her panties, tearing it apart so that they only dangled on her other thigh. By the time she was roughly placed on a linen-covered table, her ruined underpants had been pushed down to her knee. 

	With her arms pinned above her head, she could not cover her naked crotch as a major general pulled her legs apart and stepped between them with a fleshy weapon protruding from his unbuttoned pants. On occasion, she had seen the small, unthreatening penises of some boy cadets during field training when they had to relieve themselves. But what the man was sporting was larger and hard and aimed at her privates.

	The little girl stared at him with fear and confusion clouding her wide blue eyes. Although he enjoyed the fruits of young flesh on a regular basis, it was the moments when these nave schoolgirls who knew nothing of sex were getting their education that he savored the most. And he was a most thorough instructor.

	When he pressed his cock head into the child's hairless mound, she tried to squirm and break the contact. Knowing these girls would be dry, the officers readied their own organs with lubricants of their choice as those untried young holes would already take enough effort to fill. With a cherry-busting heave of his hips, the general ripped into the preteen's virgin twat. Her screams matched those of her fellow former cadets who were receiving the same basic training.

	The soft pussy lips which had been pressed innocently together now bulged obscenely to form a bald ring of girl flesh around the man's raping cock. Years of calisthenics had made Effie quite flexible in ways she did not now. Now the senior officer relished the expression of awareness as the ten year-old felt the touch of another's hard meat pushing into her body and touching her straining inner sex so intimately.

	With the little girl's deflowered snatch adding the lubrication from her torn membrane, the general forced his engorged member into the virgin tunnel. Effie's flat chest heaved as she sobbed while her unready cunt reluctantly stretched so she could be raped. With heavy grunts, the toughened warrior ravaged the tiny twat, working his prick in and out of the slick, narrow tube.

	She may have been unwilling, but Effie provided the officer with a heated pleasure socket that wetly clung to his dick as if trying to milk it. The effect paid off when the general shouted a lusty oath before slamming his hot seed into the girl's prepubescent organs.

	Although she didn't understand what had just happened, Effie felt the rush of boiling slime inside her signaled some kind of degradation and a marking that she belonged to another; not unlike cattle that were branded. Something else felt different between her legs and it was only as the general stepped away that she knew he had withdrawn from her. 

	The air felt cool on her smooth vulva as the fresh jism dripped from it and she once again keenly felt her exposure before the men. Then the exposure went away and Effie cried again as another man's dick grated inside her violated little cunt.

	Syndra was no longer screaming. Not that she didn't want to, but all she could manage were outraged grunts around a colonel's prick in her mouth. She was suspended off of the floor as the man held her by her upper arms while feeding his dick into her no longer virgin mouth. The redhead had no idea as to the number of men who had taken her below but at the moment it was no less than Field Marshall Prestille rutting in her hairless cunny. He gripped her by the outside of her thighs and found her limbs to be just as exquisitely smooth as he desired.

	She was still tight in there but every push of the flag officer's member into her aching snatch produced a bubbling froth of jism from her previous rapists. Every cock she took now mixed the semen to push some of it into her uterus and the rest to leak lewdly from her splayed labia. 

	"Colonel?" Prestille asked with a heavy breath.

	"Ready, sir," the other man replied, accustomed to whatever it was his superior wanted.

	"Ready," Prestille ordered. "Aim. Fire!"

	The ten year-old writhed as sperm was pumped into the back of the mouth so she had to swallow while her pussy was again inundated with male fuck lube. Well, spent, the men practically dropped her onto the floor to refresh themselves with drinks as the rape orgy continued around them. 

	When no other man immediately reached for her, Syndra slid under a table. After a few minutes, none of the officers, many of them drunk by now, were seeking her. Crawling from under one table to the next, she made her way to an unattended door. It hurt to walk but she had to stand to turn the knob. No one was looking when she slipped away.

	Syndra was somewhere in a corridor-she had no idea where - when she heard the footfalls of heavy-soled boots. She hid behind a corner at an intersection until she recognized the statuesque figure of Breena Desjin. Nearly sobbing in relief, she went to the woman.

	Breena stopped in her tracks as a naked little girl suddenly appeared and began babbling. The stickiness of mottled red and white between and oozing down the preteen's slim legs left no doubt as to what had been done to her. Keeping her face in the same impartial mask she used in combat, Breena escorted the girl to an unused duty officer's bunk room where she wrapped the girl in a blanket and gradually got her to calm down enough to explain what happened. 

	Easing Syndra up to her feet, Breena slowly escorted the limping girl back to the banquet room but not before stopping at a security station. A shaven-headed man, not in uniform but wearing a long black leather coat listened as the brigadier general spoke to him. Syndra couldn't hear what was said but he nodded with a studious determination. He disappeared and returned a minute later with more serious-looking men who wore no uniforms.

	"Mr. Tonnin, here, takes care of certain security issues that don't quite fall under the purview of the military - or when it's best not to leave traces in any military records," Breena explained to the girl. "Now let's pay a visit to the scene of the crime."

	When the door to the room was kicked open, nearly all eyes went to the new arrivals. Likewise, Breena and Tonnin surveyed the scene of debauchery. Several white tablecloths bearing the red stains of deflowered little girls had been tacked to the walls like battle flags. 

	"Can you explain this?" Breena asked as she patted Syndra on the head.

	"She must have gotten away," someone laughed.

	"What about you?" the major general who had forcibly taken Effie's virginity asked the blonde. "Will you try to escape, too?"

	Effie's once-perfect pigtails were ragged and encrusted semen now matted her blonde hair in places. Straining to stand erect, the mauled child croaked a response.

	"N-n-no sir. I am ready to serve."

	"Very well," the man replied and another man promptly lifted the girl and put her belly down on a table with her legs hanging down. 

	Effie whimpered and weakly kicked her legs in discomfort. Approaching her from behind, Colonel Jossmut, the man who had selected her the day before, pulled her taut, creamy ass cheeks aside and punched his freshly-greased prick into the tiny puckered hole there. Effie managed a wheezing snuffle - all her strength could allow - as her last virgin place was taken. None of the girls had been used this way and the little girl had the dubious honor of being first in her class to be anally sodomized.

	"Colonel Jossmut believes in equality of the sexes," Field Marshall Prestille remarked to the buggered ten year-old. "He treats you just as he treats the little boys from the Junior Service."

	Effie offered no reply as her fresh young rump was pillaged. Staring at Syndra, she wondered how many times her bottom would be pumped full of hot slime before they were finally done with her.

	A lieutenant general turned to another girl, this one with dark hair who had been used as harshly as the others. He had used her in the mouth and the cunt and was looking forward to a trifecta.

	"What about you?" he asked. "Are you willing to continue serving?"

	The girl reacted with a howl and with a strength borne of futile fury, tried to launch herself at the man. One of Tonnin's men stepped forward with a crackle rod - a stunning device powered by a small ovoid of shaped azurine crystal. The powered end caught the girl at the junction of her neck and shoulder and dropped her limply to the floor.

	Breena caressed Syndra's curls and remembered her own similar indoctrination. She had passed it, of course, understanding like the blonde girl that this, like other tasks, was another of her tests. Watching those pigtails bobble while the colonel rutted inside her rear end made Breen's cunt itch. She, too, savored testing the young ones. Then she looked down at Syndra.

	"Very resourceful in managing a brief escape," she noted aloud. "But disobedient as well."

	Breena took her hand away just before another of Tonnin's men swung his crackle stick into the back of Syndra's neck.

	There were cracks in the box car that allowed the girls to peek through at the increasingly desolate landscape. It was getting colder, too, which meant they were going farther south. Of the fourteen who had been selected from the Junior Service center's parade ground, eight were now together in the car. 

	The only amenities they had was a bucket for their waste and the occasional bowls of water and some muck that was supposedly food. All of them were still nude and stained from their night of horror although one of the girls, by some off quirk, still had the cuff from her tunic sleeve. It did nothing to cover her but she clung to it as if it was her last vestige of hope and perhaps sanity. One of the other girls from Syndra's squad and the other girl from Effie's were also here.

	Not for the first time, Syndra wondered if she could have done things differently. If only she had been able to talk to Effie, her friend would have counseled her to stay and endure the pain and humiliation. But for what? Were Effie and others still being treated this way?

	During the days in the boxcar, Syndra and a few of the others (the remaining girls, including the one with the cuff, remained silent) discussed what might be next. Having failed their exam, it was feared that they would now have to provide their bodies for use by the enlisted ranks. It was distressing and soul-wearying but in the last day, Syndra began to hope again.

	She had been a squad leader once and this group, despite its dubious predicament, was her new squad. There would be a long road to climb before she could even get back to the training center, but she would do it - and lead the others (or maybe some of them - at least two girls were catatonic) to some sort of redemption in the eyes of their leaders.

	The more she considered it, the better it sounded. Hadn't they been taught stories of heroism under hopeless conditions? Syndra focused on that, even imagined herself as the subject of a story for other future cadets. She was losing herself in this idea when the train ground to a halt.

	Syndra blinked - it was suddenly dark outside. Then the side door slid open and Tonnin was there amid the glow of azurine lights. Seeing the odd facets and shadows above and behind the men told her that they were in a cave.

	"Any volunteers to come out first?" Tonnin asked with grin.

	Most of the girls didn't move and at least one shuffled away from the open door. But Syndra stepped forward, holding her head up with some semblance of dignity. A guard held out a hand which she used for balance as she jumped from the car. At Tonnin's gesture, she followed him further into the cave.

	Whatever they did to her next, Syndra resolved, she would not fight. She would also not cry as they did those things to her. This was to be the beginning of a long trail to her return.

	They reached a chamber and Tonnin ushered her ahead of him.

	"Meet your new masters," he said.

	It took a moment for Syndra to register what she was seeing. Once she did, she began to scream.


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