Naomi arrives at boot camp

The van door opened, and Naomi squinted from the brightness of the sun. Her eyes adjusted as she was dragged from the back of the van and they teared up at the light. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky. She had a good look around as the guards stood beside her.

The way they came was a road, with a gate behind, and a fence that stretched from coast to coast, maybe a mile along where the island narrowed. The metal fence had rows of razor wire above it, and on the ground below. There was no escaping this place.

In the opposite direction, the land widened out a little from where it had narrowed. There were three rocky hills, with an old castle at the top of one, and a worn path leading up to it. It looked like there was more land over the other side of those hills.

As Naomi was walked up the path by the two guards, she saw a couple of women on the hillside with pickaxes in their hands. They were naked, except for the boots on their feet, and the heavy chains on their wrists and ankles. A couple of men in military uniform stood close, watching the women break rocks with pickaxes they struggled to lift. They looked exhausted; their skin was tanned. One lifted the pickaxe weakly, breaking a rock ahead of her while the other stood, getting her breath back. She got her leg whipped as punishment for taking a rest.

Naomi continued up the path, wondering if that was going to be her fate too. She wished she’d worn the collar now, even if it was humiliating. This was much worse.

They walked up the hill, reaching a flat stone path at the top outside the castle. A chain gang of ten girls were being marched along the path, around the side of the castle, all wearing nothing but boots, their wrists all chained to a chain around the waist of the girl in front. The chains around their ankles scraped on the floor as they walked.

Three other girls knelt beside the castle walls, polishing the boots of the officers who stood in front of them. One of the girls looked up, she had dyed purple hair, and a body so skinny, Naomi could see all of her ribs. Her eyes watered as she made eye contact with Naomi, then she continued to rub the cloth on the officer’s boot as he tapped her ass with a cane.

The big wooden door to the castle was open, and Naomi entered with her guards beside her, they didn’t grab her arms now as she walked with her hands cuffed behind her back still.

In the courtyard, three girls stood in pillories, staring dead ahead. Naomi wondered how long they’d been stood there like that. One shifted her weight from one leg to the other, and as she moved, Naomi heard the ringing of the bells that had been clamped to the girls nipples.

Several other girls were shackled to whipping posts, their asses were red from the punishment they’d received. Naomi winced and looked away as a flogger cracked against a girl’s ass cheek and she cried out in pain.

There was much more going on in the courtyard, but Naomi couldn’t, and didn’t want to process it all right now.

She was led inside the castle proper, a girl was on her hands and knees, cleaning the floor with a toothbrush, scrubbing away as though her life depended on it as a female sergeant wearing a tank top and hotpants glared down at her.

Another girl hurried down the corridor holding a metal tray with a glass of what looked like whiskey in the middle. The girl had beautiful long black hair all the way to her ass. Naomi looked at the girl’s toned body, and only noticed then that the girl had the number 99 written in permanent marker above her left breast. She kept noticing numbers on all of the other girls then.

At the end of the corridor, they reached a big hall, with a few officers inside. There were longs rows of tables and a dais at the end. It sort of looked like the place they ate in Harry Potter. Naomi used to love those movies, but seeing this room look so similar in her current state, she wasn’t such a big fan currently.

She was marched across the hall, approaching the people at the end. Naomi’s heart raced the whole way along, wondering now what was about to happen with her. Her eyes filled with tears at the thought of having to do what any of those girls on the way in were doing.

They approached three people who stood on the dais. On the left was a man wearing a green army shirt and cargo pants; his boots were the shiniest Naomi had ever seen. Her wore a black beret.

On the right was a young woman wearing a one-piece camouflage playsuit with the top three buttons undone, fishnet tights over her silky long legs, camouflage boots with high heels at the back, and a cap on her head. Her blonde hair was a little longer than shoulder length.

In the middle was a man wearing the same military uniform as the other man, only no hat. His hair was shaved, leaving behind a black stubble and five o clock shadow on his face. He had a piercing stare, and Naomi felt the fear as soon as his eyes searched her soul.

“What do we have here?” the man in the middle asked. He had an American accent.

“New recruit,” one of the guards said. “Wouldn’t wear a collar.”

The man in the middle smiled, then cracked his neck. “It seems she needs a little training. You can leave her here.”

“Yes Sir.” The two guards unlocked her handcuffs then left, the three people on the dais staring Naomi down. She rubbed her knees together uncomfortably.

“Look, I’m sorry for offending your culture, I’ll wear the collar if I have to.”

“Thy all say that when they arrive here,” the man in the middle said with a smirk. “You’re here for the week now, you’d better get used to your routine quickly. You belong to us while you’re here. I’m Captain Thorne. This is Lieutenant Broad.” He nodded at the man beside him. “And she’s Sergeant Stacy.”

Stacy smiled.

“Now that outfit isn’t standard issue,” Thorne said. “Take it off. All of it.”

Naomi’s heart thumped; she was so scared she was frozen stiff.

“Did you hear the captain?” Stacy snapped. “He said get undressed, slut!”

Naomi looked over at Stacy as she heard the sharp, loud voice. Then she looked at her feet. She lifted the vest top up over her head, then dropped her skirt to the floor, before slipping out of her bra and dropping her panties.

She didn’t know where to look as the three sets of eyes ogled her.

“You’re in great shape, recruit,” the captain said as his eyes looked down at her waist, eyeing the line down the center of it. Naomi worked out back home, she liked to work on her ass particularly, she worked hard for her bubble butt. “Your morning fitness won’t be too difficult. Now stand to attention.”

Naomi had seen a few army movies, so she knew the drill. She placed her heels together, hands by her side and Sergeant Stacy approached, sliding a permanent marker from her belt.

“What number is she, Sir?” Stacy asked.

“One o three.”

Stacy wrote the number 103 above Naomi’s left breast as Naomi stood still, her stomach feeling like it was full of concrete as the nerves continued to attack her.

“You’ll address me and all the officers as sir, is that understood?” Thorne asked.

“Yes Sir,” Naomi said.

“Good. Now Sergeant Stacy will take you to get your uniform. Then you’ll receive your itinerary.”

“Let’s go,” Stacy said as she walked down the hall, and Naomi followed.