Cadet: The Academy

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Author: Commander James Bondage
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and then shrugged and shook her head.
    “Thank you, doctor,” the older cadet said.
“We’ll try to come by to check on her tomorrow. Come on, Robin,”
she said, leading the way back out to the parade ground.
    The sun had set by the time they left the
infirmary, and the Academy grounds were only dimly lit by a few
lampposts. They walked in silence for a while, each deep in her own
thoughts.
    At last, Robin broke the silence. “I hope Kim
is all right. That doctor…” she trailed off, unwilling to voice
what was on her mind.
    “Yeah, he seemed…” her companion agreed, and
then paused. “…I’m sure she’ll be fine,” she said at last in a
voice that sounded anything but sure.
     

Chapter Two: A Visit to the Infirmary
     
    As soon as he heard the door shut behind the
two departing cadets, the doctor opened a drawer in the cabinet
from which he had previously taken the other medical supplies, and
removed a hypodermic. He charged the needle from a small bottle of
clear fluid and returned to his patient.
    “This is just a little something for the
pain,” he said as he jabbed the needle deep into Kim’s thigh and
drove the plunger home. In a few minutes, he saw the girl’s body
relax, her eyelids close and her breathing slow.
    He washed his hands and began to work on her
wounds, cleaning out the dirt with a sponge. She jerked when he
touched the raw flesh. “Oh, ow, that hurts, doctor,” she said
dreamily.
    The doctor continued to scrub the girl’s torn
bottom as he told her, “Yeah, this is chloral hydrate. It isn’t
exactly an anesthetic: you still can feel the pain. It’s really a
sedative. It just makes you a little stupid. Also, you will have
forgotten by tomorrow anything that happens here tonight. So, it’s
the perfect thing for letting the two of us have a quiet date.”
    He quickly painted the welts with antiseptic
liquid, and then efficiently closed two small open gashes with a
half-dozen neat stitches.
    “Let me help you with your clothes, cadet,”
he said, pulling Kim’s shirt up over her head and leaving her naked
from the waist down. “Oh, what are you doing?” Kim whispered. Her
limbs felt weak and watery, her mind cloudy, her thoughts dim.
    “I just need to do a quick examination,” the
doctor replied. He tugged the remains of her trousers down to her
ankles, and tried to pull them off her legs. The pants tangled in
Kim’s boots. The doctor growled, and returned to the medicine
cabinet to get a large pair of scissors that he used to cut away
the torn pants from the girl’s naked legs. Kim struggled feebly
during this process, murmuring, “Please stop.” The doctor tossed
away the remains of her Army issue boxer shorts, which Sergeant
Powers had already torn into rags. The beautiful Asian girl was now
naked except for her Army boots. The doctor smiled as he looked
down at the sparse straight black hairs that decorated her pubic
mound and the delicate lips of her sex that peeped shyly open. He
felt his cock surge in his pants, the head tangling itself in his
underwear.
    The doctor now lifted Kim by her shoulders
and lay her on the table on her back. From underneath the foot end,
he swung up a pair of metal stirrups, which he locked into place
just above the naked girl’s feet. He placed her calves in the
cradles of the stirrups and strapped them in. She stirred, softly
pleading, “Don’t. Please stop.”
    “I have to take a quick look inside, my
dear,” the doctor said reassuringly, patting her leg as he leaned
forward between her outspread thighs. He inserted a speculum, which
consisted of two curved metal blades connected to a grip, into her
pussy and squeezed the handle to open the blades, exposing the
interior of her box. Kim moaned softly. The doctor shined a bright
penlight inside her vagina, and clucked his tongue at what he
saw.
    “So you’re still a virgin, eh?” he said,
clicking off the light and removing the speculum. “Well, cadet, I’m not going to take

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