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  Cadet 3:

  General Staff

  by Commander James Bondage

  Smashwords Edition

  Copyright 2015 Commander James Bondage

  Published by Strict Publishing International

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  Prologue

  We know from modern scientific theory that there are an infinite number of alternate universes, and therefore that there exist an infinite number of alternate worlds where history has taken a different course from the one we know. Some of these alternates must be so strange as to be unrecognizable, while others would be almost identical to our own. This story is set in a world where the United States military gained the upper hand early in the history of the Republic, and reduced the civilian government to a mere a tool of the generals.

  The United States of that world became the world’s leading superpower after the Second World War, as here. However, a dangerous rival arose in Communist China in the 1990’s after the collapse of the Soviet Union. That China, having built up its industrial base to become a leading economic power, used its new muscle to create a huge, powerful military establishment to carry out an expansionist foreign policy. The United States and its allies sustained a series of defeats, beginning with the loss of Taiwan in 1993. The Chinese went on to absorb the small nations to the south and southeast over the next few years with monotonous ease, as Vietnam, Laos, Cambodia, Thailand and Burma were occupied one after the other, so that by 2002 the Chinese armies stood on the border of India. Thereafter came a successful invasion of the Philippines in 2004. Japan fell into China’s orbit without a fight the following year. In 2009, China crushed a combined U.S, Australian and Indonesian army and occupied the entire archipelago of Indonesia in the largest amphibious operation in history. This disaster led to the removal of the United States Chief of the General Staff who had presided over this string of disasters, and the elevation of General Bernard Grant Cafferson to the top spot

  Under Cafferson, women were permitted to serve in the U.S. Army for the first time in history, in 2009 (Cafferson was unable to obtain the cooperation of the other services). For the first two years, women were limited to the rank of non-coms: there were no female officers. Not, that is, until the National Women’s Military Academy was opened on the grounds of an abandoned Army base in the Pocono Mountains at High Point, Pennsylvania. As told in the first book in the series, Cadet: The Academy, the NWMA was established at the insistence of the Chief of the General Staff. The purpose of the Academy was twofold: to train beautiful, intelligent women to be efficient staff officers to top generals and admirals, but also to teach them to be submissive sexual playthings for those same high-ranking officers. Cafferson adopted this scheme as the only way to gain agreement from the rest of the General Staff to allow the commissioning of female officers. He hoped to eventually place women in all three major services and every type of position, including the command of combat troops, because he believed the country could not afford to waste half its population if it hoped to defeat Red China.

  The NWMA was a success, graduating a class of young women who were efficient aides-de-camp and highly trained sexual partners for the Army and Air Force general officers to whom they were assigned. But far more important than this was the one completely unexpected product of the academy, a cadet who proved to be a military genius on the level of a Robert E. Lee, a Count Belisarius or an Alexander of Macedon, by the name of Jodie Lawrence. Recognizing Lawrence’s unique abilities, General Cafferson, gave her the responsibility for devising a plan to turn back the expected Chinese invasion of New Zealand. She did, and her plan handed the Chinese their first major defeat in over twenty years. As a result, Lawrence enjoyed an unprecedented, lightning rise to the top of the U.S military establishment. She was promoted to Lieutenant General within a year of her graduation from the NWMA, and named as Cafferson’s second in command on the General Staff.

  There was a cabal within the General Staff that had originally opposed allowing women to serve in the armed forces, and had never accepted their presence (this story is told in full in Cadet 2: Duty, Service, Country). The leaders of this group were all senior naval officers, and they had attempted to overthrow Cafferson by creating a scandal at the NWMA. The Revolt of the Admirals was foiled, and the leaders of the junta were forced to resign their commissions and retire from the service, but even after they were forced out, these men continued to work with other discontented elements still in the military, as determined as ever to destroy Cafferson’s legacy, bring down his successor, and seize power for themselves. They were only waiting for the right moment to make their move…

  Chapter One: National Security

  If I were struck dead at this very second, Lieutenant General Jodie Lawrence thought, I would go out with a smile on my face. The diminutive blonde was engaged at that moment in her favorite pastime: making love with her partner and adjutant, Captain Robin Bransom. Robin’s firm body moved sensuously beneath her own and she sighed softly.

  “Oh Jodie, that’s so good,” Robin murmured, and Jodie, who loved giving pleasure to Robin above all else, was in paradise. Robin moaned in ecstasy.

  The two women were so preoccupied with their lovemaking that it was not surprising they did not notice the muffled sounds of shouting coming from the first floor of the Georgetown house where they lived. For the same reason, they failed to note the sounds of heavy boots approaching on the stairs, remaining lost in their pleasures and utterly oblivious to anything out of the ordinary, until there was a sound of wood shattering as the door was ripped from its frame and came flying into the bedroom, immediately followed by several large uniformed and armed men.

  Jodie popped out from under the sheets. She and Robin stared in astonishment at the squad of soldiers wearing Military Police armbands, who surrounded the bed and held assault rifles leveled at their heads.

  “What the hell…?” Jodie began angrily.

  She was cut short by the leader of the squad, a Captain. He looked at a sheet of paper in his hand, and, evidently reading from it, asked, “Are you two General Jodie Lawrence and Captain Robin Bransom?”

  “You’re goddam right we are!” Jodie answered angrily. “Who the fuck are you, Captain, and what do you and your apes think you’re doing in my bedroom?”

  “General Lawrence,” he said, ignoring her demand to identify himself, “you and Captain Bransom are under arrest. I have a warrants for here for both of you signed by the Chief of National Security himself, General Pemberton.”

  “That’s bullshit!” Jodie exclaimed. “What crimes are we supposed to have committed?”

  “You are charged as of this moment under Section 2 of the Uniform Military Code of Justice with espionage on behalf of a hostile power, sabotage, treason and conspiracy to commit all of the above, General,” the Captain answered. “I have no doubt that more charges will be added before the investigation is completed.”

  “You do realize, Captain, that this is the same General Lawrence who planned Operation Seahorse and won the Battle of Auckland last year, and commanded the army that drove the Chinese out of India a few months ago?” Robin asked. “Do you suppose she suddenly became a traitor last week?” she added sarcastically.

  Her sarcasm rolled off the MP officer like water from a mallard’s back. “I don’t su
ppose anything. I just know I have orders to arrest two traitors, and I am going to carry those orders out. Get out of that bed, now,” he snapped. The Captain and his squad watched wide-eyed as the naked women tossed the bedclothes aside and rose to their feet.

  “I trust you won’t mind if we put some clothes on before you drag us away to the brig, Captain,” Jodie said. She and Robin started towards their closets.

  “Freeze right there!” the Captain shouted. He gestured to his men. “Cuff the bitches. Hands behind their backs.” Two of the huge MPs immediately sprang forward to seize the arms of the naked women.

  Jodie looked the Captain, her face an expressionless mask. “You’re going to take us out in the street like this?” she asked coolly. “A pair of naked women in handcuffs is an unusual sight for the streets Georgetown, especially in the middle of the day. Maybe it’s different where you come from Captain, but I suspect people in this neighborhood might notice something like that, and there are a lot of them out and about on a sunny Saturday morning like this. And if any of them happen to notice that one of the naked women you’re hauling around in handcuffs is the only female General in the Army, they just might start to call the newspapers and the television stations to report it. Are you absolutely certain your bosses want this story to be all over the network news tonight? Or do you think there might be a chance you’ll get your balls caught in a ringer if you make a dog’s breakfast out of this arrest?”

  The Captain appeared to have second thoughts. He opened one of the closets, rifled through it, and found a pair of terrycloth bathrobes. He tossed the robes to the soldiers who were holding Jodie and Robin, and said, “Put these on them, and cover their heads up with pillowcases. We’ll leave by the back door. Tompkins, bring the car around to the service alley behind the house.” In a few moments, their nakedness was concealed beneath the robes, which were belted shut. The soldiers took pillowcases from the bed, and used them to cover their heads. Now blind, with their hands in restraints behind their backs, Robin and Jodie were hustled down the stairs, each flanked by a pair of muscular MPs.

  As they were taken out of the house, they passed the security desk on the first floor. The sergeant of the squad assigned to guard Jodie’s residence called out as they passed, “I’m sorry, General, Captain. They had a warrant from the General Staff, or we wouldn’t have let them take you. I’m sure it’s all a mistake, and it’ll all be straightened out in no time.”

  A mistake? Jodie thought as the soldiers dragged her into the alley and a heavy hand on her head pushed her down to load her into a vehicle. I don’t think so. This is not a mistake or an accident; nobody risks arresting a three-star General, unless they mean business. Somebody out there seriously wants my head on a plate.

  They rode in silence for fifteen minutes. When they reached the unknown destination, the captives were unceremoniously dragged out of the car into what Jodie guessed from the way the sound echoed was an underground garage. They were taken inside a building, marched down a flight of stairs, then along a long corridor, through another door (a very heavy metal one, if the sound it made when it closed behind them was anything to go by), and finally flung down onto a hard, concrete floor. As she lay helpless on the cold floor, Jodie heard the Captain say, “Let’s get this one ready.”

  Robin started to protest, but her words were abruptly stifled. After that, all Jodie heard were from her lover was a mish-mosh of inarticulate noises, as the MPs “got her ready”, what ever that might entail. She heard sounds of metal chain-links clinking against each other, and the MPs working on Robin saying things like “Make it tighter,” “Lift her up” and so on, until finally their Captain was satisfied with whatever it was they were doing. “OK, that’s good enough,” he said.

  The MP Captain pulled the pillowcase away from Jodie’s head. She found herself in a sparsely furnished, windowless room with bare cement walls, floor and ceiling. It was immediately apparent that there was only one way in or out: through the massive riveted metal door where they had been brought in. There was a small holding cell in one corner, with thick transparent walls of what Jodie assumed was bulletproof plastic. Along one wall were what looked to her like restraints: metal cuffs on chains anchored in the wall. The furniture consisted of three chairs and a desk, all made of metal of the most utilitarian design. The chairs all displayed dents and gouges suggesting that they and, by implication, whoever had been sitting in them, had been subjected to some rough treatment.

  Robin was in the middle of the room, suspended from lengths of chain that descended from above after winding through a series of pulleys. She was naked again, and her mouth was forced wide open by a big ball gag jammed between her teeth from which long strands of drool dripped to the floor. She hung facing the floor, her limbs pulled wide, her back bent in an uncomfortable curve, a picture of misery. She was utterly exposed and completely defenseless. She was gently swinging in the chains, her head down. The sight of Robin’s suffering stabbed at Jodie’s heart like a knife.

  “Unfortunately, we won’t have enough time together to get to know each other as well as I’d like, General. We’ll only have the pleasure of your company here for a little while, until the National Security Bureau boys come to pick you up,” the Captain told Jodie. “My orders are to hand you over to the NSB in reasonably good condition, but that’s no reason we can’t enjoy ourselves a little bit first. We’re all wondering what it would be like to have a Lieutenant General, and it looks like this will be the best chance we’ll ever have to find out.”

  Jodie did not consider the MP officer’s speech worthy of a response, but the expression on her face suggested that if anyone put anything unpleasant near her mouth, she was likely to bite it off.

  “Of course, we weren’t given any particular instructions to keep your little girlfriend in mint condition,” the Captain went on, patting Robin’s thigh. “As long we as hand her over to the NSB more or less in one piece, and in condition to answer questions, we can pretty much do whatever we like with her.” He produced a pair of needle-nosed pliers from his pocket, and held them up for Jodie to see.

  “You can keep all your fancy new interrogation gadgets, as far as I’m concerned. For my money, an old-fashioned hand tool like this is good enough for almost any occasion,” he remarked as he extended the pliers toward Robin. Robin’s eyes widened as the Captain captured her nipple between finger and thumb, pulled it out, and then placed the serrated steel jaws of the pliers on either side of it. The jaws slowly began to close.

  “Stop it!” Jodie cried. “I’ll do whatever you want, for all of you. You can have me any way you like. You don’t have to hurt her.”

  “But I do, General Lawrence,” the Captain said, smiling. “How can you be sure that I’m not just bluffing, unless I show you I’m serious?” He squeezed the handles, and the jaws sank deep into the tender flesh. Robin gave a thin, muffled shriek of pain. The chains clashed as she writhed madly in agony.

  “I can see you mean business, Captain,” Jodie said desperately. She talked quickly, saying anything she thought might end her lover’s torture. “Now, why don’t you let me take care of you and your men? It’ll be a lot more fun than what you’re doing now, I can promise you that. I was considered to be one of the hottest girls in the entire Academy, back when I was a cadet, and I’ve learned some new tricks since then. The NSB will be here soon, and you don’t want to miss the chance of a lifetime to have a Lieutenant General.”

  The Captain gave the pliers a half-turn and Robin’s face contorted in agony. He leaned close to inspect the tearful, suffering girl. “Are you sure she wants me want me to stop?” he asked. “I get the feeling your girl-toy here has a taste for the rough stuff. I do believe she likes it.”

  The Captain pulled sharply down, sending the naked officer into vigorous, twisting motions one more time, before he finally relented and opened the pliers to release his victim. The tool had left the lower part of Robin’s nipple imprinted with little ridges from the toothed
jaws.

  “Well,” the Captain said, “we can always pull her nips off later. Uncuff the blonde cunt,” he ordered. “Strip for us, General Lawrence, and make a good, sexy job of it. You can pretend we’re all Generals you’ve been assigned to entertain, and put on a show. After that, we’ll find out what they taught you at that whore academy you graduated from. And if you’re good, I mean really, really good, there’s a excellent possibility that most of your little Lezzie friend will still be in working order by the time the NSB comes to pick you up.”

  When this is over, Jodie vowed silently, I will castrate you with a dull butter knife, Captain. She did not allow this sentiment to show on her face. Instead, she forced herself to grin as engagingly as possible, and said lightly, “Take a good look at me. I’ll bet you never saw anything hotter than what I have under here.” She slowly removed the bathrobe, beginning by coyly slipping it over one smooth shoulder, then the other. Without using her hands, she made the garment slip further with remarkably sinuous movements of her body, until it caught and hung momentarily on the tips of her breasts. She waited until the eyes of her audience were bulging, then gave a little twitch of her hips, shaking the robe free, and leaving her deliciously nude. “Now, come a little closer, boys. I never thought it was fair that the Generals got to keep all the good pussy for themselves, and the hard-working regular guys like you got nothing. Now’s your chance to see how the other half lives.”

  As Jodie had expected, the Captain and his men were mesmerized by the sight of little blonde. They bulges rose in their pants as they stared, transfixed by her beauty. This was hardly surprising: almost any healthy heterosexual male would have had the same reaction.

  Jodie believed in staying fit, putting herself through a regime of rugged daily workouts with a Marine drill instructor, and she was in perfect condition; her firm body did not carry an ounce of excess fat. Her solid little breasts were just the size of oranges, and she carried them high and proudly on her chest. Her waist seemed narrow enough to span with one hand, emphasizing the sweet curve of her hips, not that they needed it. Her sex was thatched with a few fine, golden hairs that decorated without concealing, and it almost seemed to be inviting attention. Her thighs and calves were sleek, firm and well muscled. Her rear was so round and firm that even a man who, in the normal way, was only interested in “conventional sex” would be tempted to make an exception in her case. There was no wrinkle, no mole, no scar or any blemish of any kind marring the satin perfection of her skin. Her remarkable appearance of youth made her even more desirable. With her wide blue eyes, snub nose, full lips, short blonde hair swept back in a wave and her diminutive stature, Jodie far more resembled a nubile young athlete than she did the 23 year-old general officer she actually was in reality. As they stared hungrily at her, none of the men had ever imagined having such a delightful, sexy creature at their disposal, to do with exactly as they pleased.