Tales of the Lemieux: Boot Camp
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				Title: <strong>Tales of the Lemieux: Boot Camp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>02-06-2011, 22:39:55</strong>
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				<em>Captain’s log Stardate 2373.2790469 (Earth date: 2373 Oct 8 0645):<br><br>What a start to the morning.&nbsp; I arrived on deck at 0630 expecting to see my entire crew, including a new recruit, waiting for me.&nbsp; However, I failed to see the recruit, Meijerink, on deck.&nbsp; I hope this tardiness doesn’t become a habit.&nbsp; I sent Colonel Churchill to scour the base for her.&nbsp; However, the colonel just returned without the recruit.</em><br><br>Meanwhile-on the base, an impressively tall woman, who has a maple leaf-the insignia denoting her as a commodore-on her sleeve and breast, arrives at the door of the barracks where Meijerink resides.&nbsp; After a few moments, she hammers on the door a few times.&nbsp; “Fall in and report to the door on the double.&nbsp; It’s six hundred fifty hours,” expecting the recruit to be there very shortly.<br><br>Back on the Lemieux, Churchill looks at the captain.&nbsp; “Orders, Ma’am?”<br><br>A fuming Kramer looks at the colonel and, then, around the bridge.&nbsp; “Fall in!”&nbsp; After all non-officer personnel falls in, she barks, “Attention!”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tales of the Lemieux: Boot Camp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nishi</strong> on <strong>03-06-2011, 17:28:45</strong>
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				It was 05:30 in the morning when Casse's alarm went off. The girl from the planet of Ertibbahar awoke to her the first day of being in the ICDF. She wasn't used to such a short sleep, since her home planet has 50-hours day cycles where a sleep of 15-20 hours was nothing out of the ordinary, instead of the 24 hour day cycle and 8 hours of sleep here on this planet where she was now. <br><br>Not used to, but yet she was here, on Yggdrasil, home of the prestigious training academy of the Intergalactic Community Defense Force. A defense force founded to guard, to protects numerous planets throughout the galaxy. She crawled up and starts to get dressed. Looking into the mirror she saw the reflection that had greeted her almost every morning of the 18 years of her life. A reflection which mirrored a small but beautiful girl. A petite brunette humanoid girl of only 4 foot 9 short with snow-white skin. Slender but with relative wide hips, round buttocks, full firm coconut sized&nbsp; breasts, cute bunny ears and tail.<br><br>Casse was to report to Captain Kramer on the YRS Lemieux at 0630. An hour should be plenty of time, and she was looking forward to meet with this captain. Secretly she envied her. Someone who commands a battlecruiser must have seen lots of stars and planet, planets she dreamed of visiting someday.<br><br>Orders were to report in training uniform: a white sleeveless tank top, army-issue long green camo pants, socks, boots and a barret. while dressing she suddenly remembered she still had to pick up her pants. Because of her tail, a slit had to be made for it to fit through. Quickly the girl goes through her bags to find something to wear. All she brought with her was underwear because it was told that clothing would be provided for her. Luckily there was still the shorts she wore when she came her. They were more like hot pants, fitting snugly around her waist. Still better than nothing, and a few minutes later, <br><br>At 0600 a girl, clad in an almost complete training uniform but with hot pants instead of obligatory camo pants, stormed out of the barracks. An hour later, the same girl almost hysterical, stood in the base. Casse was totally lost. The camp was empty so there was nobody she could ask where to go. She didn't even remembered what the place was where she was supposed to pick up her pants. Armory? Mess hall? Shooting range? All those weird names made her small head hurt. "What am I doing here?" She thought to herself "I am just a Ertibbaharian, I have no place in an army. I should be a model or actress instead like everyone else from my planet". Indeed, the small cute features of her species were made for entertainment. Youthful yet sexy, Ertibbaharian cinema was watched by billions of people all over the Intergalactic Community. "Man up" She could almost hear her father speak. "Prove that you are more than just a puppet for those greedy entertainment corporations". The girl stood still, almost motionless, thinking to herself for a split second before deciding just go to the YRS Lemieux and see Commander Kramer. She would take full responsibility for her fault, her ignorance, her mistakes. Take it, like a man. <br><br>Casse smiled at that last thought before she started walking. She realised she was lost again, but then again how hard can it be to find a big battlecruiser? Should be pretty easy right? Or so she thought...<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tales of the Lemieux: Boot Camp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>03-06-2011, 18:21:58</strong>
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				Commodore van Persie shakes her head when no one appears at the door to the barracks.&nbsp; The red-haired bunnywoman marches though the base trying to find her fellow Ertibbaharian.&nbsp; Within about ten minutes of leaving the barracks, she runs into Meijerink.&nbsp; “I apologize since I wasn’t watching where I was going,” are the commodore’s words as she stands up dusting herself off.&nbsp; She extends a hand to the fallen private.&nbsp; “By the way, I’m Commodore van Persie, which is bound to make you Private Meijerink since I am the former commander of the ICDS Lemieux.&nbsp; It’s a pleasure to meet you, Private.&nbsp; However, you are late, and woefully so, for duty aboard ship with it being seven hundred five hours.&nbsp; Would you like me to escort you to the Lemieux?”
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				Post by: <strong>nishi</strong> on <strong>03-06-2011, 19:30:26</strong>
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				Casse was running fast, totally lost. She couldn't understand why something so big like a battlecruiser was so hard to find for her. After running a few circles around the base the small rabbit-like girl decided to head for her barracks. Maybe some of the introductory brochures can tell her where she should go. She headed towards the barracks as fast as she could. Which is very fast, since her legs were made for running. This combined with her small, lightweight frame gave her the ability to reach speed unmatched by most of the species of the Intergalactic Community. <br><br>Only a few species surpassed hers in sheer speed and those who did were either less agile and nimble, or took a lot longer to reach top speed. Ertibbaharians were not regarded as athletic powerhouses though. Mostly because their culture is not at all interested in anything remotely competitive and therefore most of the Ertibbaharians, like our little lost girl here, have very little stamina. <br><br>Little stamina, causing Casse to be breathing hard, causing her to pay less attention to where she was going, causing her to run into someone. While laying on the ground she heard a voice speak: “I apologize since I wasn't watching where I was going,” followed by a hand offering her assistance to stand up, which she gratefully accepts. The voice continues: “By the way, I’m Commodore van Persie, which is bound to make you Private Meijerink since I am the former commander of the ICDS Lemieux.&nbsp; It’s a pleasure to meet you, Private.&nbsp; However, you are late, and woefully so, for duty aboard ship with it being seven hundred five hours.&nbsp; Would you like me to escort you to the Lemieux?" <br><br>Casse opened her mouth and while panting, grasping for air,&nbsp; a very cute, high-pitched voice started to speak. "Hi .. hello ermm Miss.. uuh Ma'am.. yes I am Casse Meijerink.. uuh Private Meijerink" and then mumbling, almost inaudible, but clear enough for the commodore, who stood towering over Ertibbaharian girl, to understand what she wanted to say: ".... pants... .. forgot... .......... .. sorry.... late.. lost... .. yes please escort..." and looked up at the Commodore with big grateful eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tales of the Lemieux: Boot Camp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>03-06-2011, 20:26:32</strong>
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				The commodore shakes her head helping the private to her feet.&nbsp; “The ICDF didn’t forget to issue you fatigues, which are always stacked beneath the hot pants; you took the first bottoms you saw.&nbsp; However, you are much too late to go back and change.”&nbsp; She steps to Meijerink’s left.&nbsp; “Left, FACE!&nbsp; Double time forward MARCH to my cadence.”&nbsp; The commodore lifts her left foot.&nbsp; “Left, left, left, right, left,” is the cadence she gives skipping the first two “right” cadences while stepping in time with her right foot.&nbsp; “I am aware of at adjustment from Ertibbaharian fifty-hour days to Yggdrasili twenty-four-hour days because I’m an Ertibbaharian, like you.”
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				Post by: <strong>nishi</strong> on <strong>03-06-2011, 21:23:19</strong>
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				<em>(continuing my parts in present tense for the sake of consistency)</em><br><br><br>A bit startled, she obeys the the commands of her superior and begins to follow the cadence as instructed by the commodore. It starts off very awkward, for it is the first time she has to march like this. Miraculously, no mistakes are made, although not every step is in perfect sync with Van Persie's. At first able to keep up with the pace, she starts to wonder how much longer she could keep this up. Still a bit out of breath from her numerous short sprints the last hour, she starts to breath harder, almost panting and feels her legs tiring, slowly but steadily losing strength, each step getting weaker and weaker.<br><br>The lack of sleep did not help either, for her eyelids start to feel heavy, even though she just got out of bed not more than two hours ago. The young private got out of bed not even two hours ago and already longs for her soft warm bed. Not the one in the barracks, but the one at home, at her parents house. She hears Commodore Van Persie mentioning her too being of Ertibbaharian origin. A surprised look appears on Casse's face as she glances at her tall, strong superior. "How can this big woman be from my homeworld?" she wonders "Her name did sound Ertibbaharian.. maybe she was a halfbreed? Or maybe she only meant she lives there, in the southern outpost inhabited by off-worlder only?" She doesn't know the answer to her questions, but doesn't dare to ask either, for it is forbidden to speak during march unless asked to by a superior officer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tales of the Lemieux: Boot Camp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>03-06-2011, 22:40:38</strong>
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				“Right WHEEL!&nbsp; Left WHEEL,” are van Persie’s next two commands in quick succession.&nbsp; She turns forty-five degrees to her right at the opening to the dock without commanding the private to follow her and marches a few steps before stopping and turning so the opening is to her left.&nbsp; “My job is done.&nbsp; Mark time!”&nbsp; Turning her head towards the ship, the commodore barks, “Colonel Churchill, front and center!”<br><br>Hearing van Persie’s command, Churchiil marches out expediently.&nbsp; She stops saluting the commodore.&nbsp; “Orders, Ma’am?”<br><br>“Fall in!&nbsp; Mark time!&nbsp; Right FACE!”&nbsp; She looks at the private.&nbsp; “Left step, MARCH! Fall in!&nbsp; Forward, MARCH!”&nbsp; She, then, marches back into the base.<br><br>“I am Colonel Churchill.&nbsp; The captain is none too happy with you, Private, as it’s seven hundred fifteen hours.”<br><br>Captain Kramer appears at the top to the gangway.&nbsp; “Colonel, you may board the ship.”&nbsp; She looks at the private.&nbsp; “Halt!&nbsp; Attention!”&nbsp; She marches down the gangway passing the colonel along the way.&nbsp; The captain glares down at the private.&nbsp; “Meijerink, you’re much too late for my liking.”&nbsp; Kramer looks over her left shoulder.&nbsp; “Churchill, you’re in command while I take care of the private.”&nbsp; She tries to place a hand on one of Meijerink’s breasts.&nbsp; “Those hot pants suit you Ertibbaharians much better than the fatigues ever could.&nbsp; Thus-as punishment, this will be your training uniform so my crew may ogle you, and you must not report any harassment.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tales of the Lemieux: Boot Camp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nishi</strong> on <strong>04-06-2011, 00:22:00</strong>
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				Casse salutes Colonel Churchill and again as Captain Kramer appears in her vicinity. Not knowing whether she should drop her hand or not, she decides not to. Instead she just stands there at attention with one hand saluting: back straight, shoulders pulled back, heels together, chin level with the floor, gazing straight ahead. The young private is still panting slightly, notable by the rapid rising and falling of her chest, her big firm bosom. Her big bosom with its outline clearly visible, for the tight tanktop does nothing to hide her full round figure, instead it emphasizes it.<br><br>She didn't notice this earlier in the morning when dressing herself in the mirror, partly because she had something else in mind. But now, after sprinting for an hour and the high paced march, she knows it. The top clings to her soft white skin, holding her soft breasts together tightly, pushing them upwards, as if it was presenting them to the world. Suddenly she feels very naked, very underdressed in front of the fully dressed Captain, who is scolding her for being late. "And did I just see the captain going for my breasts with her hand?” she thinks to herself. She shrugs of this idea in her head, knowing a captain, someone with so much power, would never do something like that. <br><br>“Those hot pants suit you Ertibbaharians much better than the fatigues ever could.&nbsp; Thus-as punishment, this will be your training uniform so my crew may ogle you, and you must not report any harassment.” Upon hearing this, the panting girl wants to protest, because she knows these hotpants are way to short for exercise. On her home planet, the boys and men generally treat women with respect but she had some experiences with men, how they reacted when she dressed provocatively. Not daring to argue with her superior, she reluctantly accept her punishment, mumbling softly "Ma'am, yes Ma'am".<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tales of the Lemieux: Boot Camp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>04-06-2011, 00:38:39</strong>
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				Captain Kramer smiles as her palm lands on the crewman’s breast.&nbsp; “Right hand in your left, which is against your lower back,” are her stern words.&nbsp; “Let’s try that again, shall we?&nbsp; Attention!”&nbsp; The captain starts massaging the crewman’s breast as she produces a pair of highly magnetic cuffs from her pocket.&nbsp; “You will walk like this until the position comes naturally.”&nbsp; Kramer stops molesting Meijerink trying to slip the cuffs on her wrists to make sure she shouldn’t be able to leave the position.
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				Post by: <strong>nishi</strong> on <strong>04-06-2011, 11:57:21</strong>
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				When Captain Kramer shouts "Attention!" the little girl hastily reassumes the required stance. Hands together behind her, head straight up, shoulders pushed back. Straightening her back, this time arching her spine a little bit more as if she was trying harder to present herself, unintentionally making her big heaving breasts even more pronounched. <br><br>Her breathing is cut short by the sudden touch of the captain's hand on one of her mammaries. She is a bit shocked, not really believing what is going on. Why is her superior molesting her like this? Naive as she is, Casse still doesn't think anything bad about the Captain. Remembering reading about the various techniques used in the army to intimidate the fresh recruits, reading about breaking them down, rebuilding them afterwards, shaping them into perfect obedient soldiers, she assumes this is just one of the many techniques to do that.<br><br>A small, suppressed grimace appeared on her cute face, as this is not something she enjoys. Only two other people had ever touched her this way, her former boyfriend back on Ertibbahar and the physician who examined her as part of her application procedure. Kramer’s hand massaging her breast, kneading it.&nbsp; The young private realizes that it isn’t even that bad, that it even feels good. Maybe even enjoyable?<br><br>Then suddenly she notices her nipples stiffening, sending many soft tinglings throughout her small body. Being no stranger to intimate coupling, the young girl recognizes the feeling instantly: She was getting aroused. "Why is this happening? How can I get aroused like this?" she wonders.<br><br>But before her mind could wander off any further, the touching stops. Instead she feels her hands being locked together by cold metallic (she assumes they are metallic) cuffs. With a surprised look, starring at her superior, she starts to mumble, to protest "wait.. why.. ??".. but then stops as she recalls hearing her captain talking about "walk.... until... naturally", and then says out loud, firmly “Ma’am, yes Ma’am”.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tales of the Lemieux: Boot Camp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>04-06-2011, 19:05:37</strong>
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				Captain Kramer leans forward as she locks the cuffs into place.&nbsp; “I recommend not standing with your back to anything metal that may not be demagnetized because you’ll be stuck to it if you do and it’s still magnetized.&nbsp; Don’t worry, the whole ship is demagnetized.”&nbsp; She reaches around the prone crewman trying to massage her breasts.&nbsp; “Truthfully, do you enjoy my molesting of you because I felt your nipple harden before I stopped?”
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				Post by: <strong>nishi</strong> on <strong>04-06-2011, 22:35:07</strong>
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				Casse feels a shiver running down her spine as she hears the cuffs clicking, locking tightly around her small wrists, holding them behind her back. She dreads the rest of the day, afraid of the unwanted attention her current predicament will draw, especially from the base's male population. But before her mind can wander off too far, she feels her superior officer touching her.&nbsp; “Oh no, not again.. I will..” she thinks.<br><br>“Truthfully, do you enjoy my molesting of you because I felt your nipple harden before I stopped”<br><br>Hearing her captain’s voice, hearing the word “nipple”, the cuffed girl let out a soft moan as her nipples became rock-hard, again sending tinglings through her body. Trying hard not to move, not to blink even an eye, she thinks about how to respond to that question. <br><br>Indeed, the unwanted attention of her captain felt good, and it turned her on. But did she like it? The girl doesn’t know the answer. One side of her wants to say “no”, since&nbsp; she did not ask for it, it was wrong, she shouldn’t get turned on like this, she is a proper girl, a good girl. But another side of her knows she did enjoy the hand of touching of Captain Kramer.<br><br>Yes it turned her on, just as it is turning her on right now. She doesn't want it to stop. In shame, with her head turning slightly red, she answers softly “Ma’am yes I did enjoy it...”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>04-06-2011, 23:21:55</strong>
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				Captain Kramer nods with a smile trying to lick the crewman’s left ear as she presses her palms against the other’s erect nipples.&nbsp; “I thought it turned you on.”&nbsp; She tries to pinch her captive’s left nipple before trying to move her left hand to Casse’s crotch and rub her pussy through the hot pants.&nbsp; The captain whispers, “Did the naughty bunny wear her unmentionables today,” haughtily and seductively in the other’s ear.
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				Post by: <strong>nishi</strong> on <strong>05-06-2011, 16:15:12</strong>
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				The molestation of the poor new recruit at the hands of her superior officer continues as it slowly but steadily becomes progressively heavier. What start as soft petting, like a predator secretly copping a feel, became a blatant massage as she now feels not one, but two hands on her firm, round breasts, stroking them through her thin tank top. It gets even worse when a tongue starts to lick her ear, something nobody has ever done to her before.<br>&nbsp;<br>Before having time to react, the Ertibbaharian girl hears her captain whisper “I thought it turned you on.”, after which a sharp pinch on her sending a shock through her body, though she tries hard not to move. Instead, she focuses on trying to ignore what is happening to her, trying to keep still, trying to maintain a steady face.<br><br>She feels one hand between her legs, touching her intimate parts through the thin fabric of the short pants. Already turned on by the gentle massaging of her bosom, she can no longer hold herself together. With her eyes closed she lets out another moan. Not too loud but still more audible than the last one. She shifts her stance, legs a bit further apart and knees now pointing to each other, her back bend over slightly, pushing her round buttocks, with her big fluffy bunny tail above them, backwards towards Kramer.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>05-06-2011, 16:41:58</strong>
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				Captain Kramer continues rubbing Meijerink’s pussy licking her ear again.&nbsp; “I expect an answer this time, Crewman Meijerink.&nbsp; Did you wear underthings?”&nbsp; The captain slides her hand up to the captive’s navel before trying to slide her hand into the other’s hot pants.&nbsp; Kramer steps forward as Meijerink bends over pinching her right nipple before giving it a twist.&nbsp; “How would the naughty bunny like to call her captain ‘Mistress’?”
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				Post by: <strong>nishi</strong> on <strong>05-06-2011, 17:14:57</strong>
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				“I expect an answer this time, Crewman Meijerink.&nbsp; Did you wear underthings?” She hears as her captains tongue continues to explore her ear. “No Ma’am.. hmmm I fffoorgot when I was in a hhhuurry” she moans. The hand of her superior gave her a short respite when it moved upwards towards her navel, but resumes its assault on the little girl as it dissapears into her pants. <br><br>This makes her feel so much more aroused and starts to pant softly. One side of her still trying to resist her urges, thinking that it was wrong to stand here, outside, in public, getting her private parts touched. Wrong to get turned on, by the hands of someone from the same gender as she is. She feels a soft pinch in her nipples, almost pleasurable, but then sharp sting. A cry escapes her mouth as she was presented a question that confused her. <br><br>“How would the naughty bunny like to call her captain ‘Mistress’?”<br><br>Mistress? But, she was her captain, why would she call someone a Mistress.. only slaves call their owners Mistress. “buuut captain, Iiii am not……a sssslaave” whimpering in pain.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>05-06-2011, 17:38:28</strong>
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				Captain Kramer licks Meijerink’s ear again, simply, cupping her pussy in the hot pants to see if the other would grind against her hand.&nbsp; “That’s wonderful since I’d have you take them off right here if you were wearing them because you are now forbidden from wearing them with your training uniform as part of your punishment.”&nbsp; The captain pulls on the crewman’s nipple.&nbsp; “As for you not being a slave, your body disagrees with that statement, or you wouldn’t be aroused right now.&nbsp; Thus, we shall try this again.&nbsp; Would you like to call your captain ‘Mistress’?”
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				Post by: <strong>nishi</strong> on <strong>05-06-2011, 18:55:22</strong>
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				When the little bunnygirl felt her captains hand cupping her between her legs, here arousal increased tenfold, Having played with herself often, she had grown to enjoy hands touching her nether regions and softly pushes her pelvis forward, longing for a bit of friction that may soon send her over the edge<br><br>She let out a suppressed moan as she feels her nipple being pulled, while her mind slowly processes the words of her superior... I cannot wear underwear..hmmm .. “Yessshh,&nbsp; Mmmmmaaaammm”&nbsp; the hands on her body distracting her from her thoughts, preventing her to speak clearly. And then something about being a slave drew her attention. A slave? Since slavery was outlawed centuries ago on Ertibbahar and not a popular subject in cinema, Casse's only knows of slaves from the erotic stories she read when she was younger. The female sexslaves were often described as creatures who were easily aroused, easily brought to orgasm by their Masters or Mistresses. She had enjoyed reading those books, giving her pleasure, often imagining herself being put into the role of a slave girl.<br><br>&nbsp;A shudder goes through her body as she realizes it did not take Captain Kramer, who still stood fully clothed in uniform, that much effort to bring her to the heightened state of arousal she is in now. A shudder as she realizes that indeed, she is a slave, realizes that she wanted to be one, that this is her chance to be one.&nbsp; Turning her head, looking up at her superior, she looks at the tall, strong, military dressed woman. A woman with an aura of authority around her. If there was one person in the whole galaxy Casse would submit to, this would be the one. With her head hung low, as if in shame she utters "Yes Mistress, I am your slave".<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tales of the Lemieux: Boot Camp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>05-06-2011, 19:55:44</strong>
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				Captain Kramer stops toying with her slave’s breast and tries to grab her hair in an effort to yank her upright.&nbsp; “That’s just as I suspected, Crewman.”&nbsp; The angelic catwoman tries to lick the young bunnywoman’s ear once more.&nbsp; “You will stand up straight when I molest you from behind and are forbidden from wearing underthings at all times,” are her haughty words as she tries to deny the other the pleasure she desires by removing her hand from the hot pants in an effort to untie them.&nbsp; “Do you have pubic hair because I insist on a slave of mine having a neatly groomed bush between her legs?”
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				Post by: <strong>nishi</strong> on <strong>05-06-2011, 22:00:24</strong>
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				Being yanked upright in a swift movement, she feels her superior licking her ear once more. Her skin in this extraordinary sensitive state will experience any form of fondling as stimulating, thus the tongue of the tall uniformed woman sends a delicious thrill throughout her petite body.<br><br>“You will stand up straight when I molest you from behind and are forbidden from wearing underthings at all times” Despite her inexperience with being in such a situation, her sharp mind had already figured out that she would need to please her Mistress if she want more of those delightful stimulations. A panting, demure girl answers “Yes Ma.. Mistress” <br><br>Casse feels a disappointment grow in her, yearning for more attention from her superior, as she feels the hand fondling her female genitals being removed. Disappointment which is replaced very rapidly by fear as she feels her pants being untied and her face turns read when a question was presented to her, about how she keeps her most intimate part fashioned.<br><br>“I.. Ma. Mistress, I let it grow as it is preferred that way on Ertibbahar”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tales of the Lemieux: Boot Camp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>06-06-2011, 00:40:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“Good girl.”&nbsp; Captain Kramer releases Meijerink pivoting on her left heel before stepping back and pointing to an iron pole directly behind the crewman.&nbsp; “Remove your hot pants and march backwards until you’re attached to that beam.&nbsp; At that point, spread your legs so Mistress can see your pussy.”&nbsp; She smirks before concluding, "I know a way to get you off the pole when I'm done with it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tales of the Lemieux: Boot Camp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nishi</strong> on <strong>06-06-2011, 09:59:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“Yes Mistress" the girl utters reluctantly. With her hands cuffed behind her, she has great difficulties obeying Kramer’s orders but after a few minutes of fidgeting and rocking her hips the small hot pants finally drops to her knees. Slowly, with her legs pressed tightly together in a futile effort to retain a small bit of modesty, she starts moving backwards towards the designated spot, until she hears the sound of metal clicking. Hesitantly she spreads her legs as ordered, as a cool breeze caressing her most intimate parts makes her very aware of her nakedness.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tales of the Lemieux: Boot Camp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>09-06-2011, 18:41:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Captain Kramer steps back in front of Meijerink as she passes trying to pinch her nipples.&nbsp; The captain’s eyes twinkle as she smiles when she hears the click of the cuffs against the pole.&nbsp; She runs her eyes over her slave’s body.&nbsp; “I see you know how to keep yourself groomed as well.”&nbsp; The captain marches over to the trapped woman.&nbsp; “Don’t move until I command it,” are herrds as she tryies to press her thigh against the other’s pussy.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tales of the Lemieux: Boot Camp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nishi</strong> on <strong>09-06-2011, 22:29:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Casse let out a gasp when she felt her nipples being pinched again, turning her on more and more. Her arousal reached new heights as she felt her Mistress'&nbsp; thight rubbing her moistened lips between her legs. "hmm Mistress..." she moans as she closes her eyes, relishing the pleasure it causes her tiny body to experience. "Yes Mistress, I will not move". But those words are meaningless when the tied slave starts to buckle down....
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tales of the Lemieux: Boot Camp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>10-06-2011, 19:10:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Captain Kramer presses her thigh against the Meijerink’s pussy.more firmly.&nbsp; “Hump my thigh like the horny bunny you are, crewman.”&nbsp; She pinches her slave’s nipples before leaning down in an effort to lick her ear.&nbsp; “Mistress will molest you when-, where-, and however she wishes.&nbsp; Is this clear,” are her words as she jams her thigh against the other’s pussy.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tales of the Lemieux: Boot Camp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nishi</strong> on <strong>11-06-2011, 12:16:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Closing her eyes, softly moaning with pleasure from her Mistress' thigh rubbing against her groin, Casse starts moving her hips like the strippers/exotic dancers she has seen on her Movepaint™ (Ertibbaharian device comparable to earth's television, flat like a 2010’s era LED screen but shaped like a painting, actually the technology used in it is based on nanobots stimulating a paint-like jelly). Grinding herself against the Captains, humping as ordered, she feels her arousal reaching new height as lovejuice starts flowing out of her lovecanal, leaking out of her from between her soft lips which are covered by a small patch of fur, leaving a snail-like trail on her superior’s thigh.<br><br>&nbsp;“Mistress will molest you when-, where-, and however she wishes.&nbsp; Is this clear,” Her superior’s words send shivers down her spine, stirring up feelings of submission she never felt before in her short life, for the first time awakening her inner slave, moaning “Yes.. Mistress.. feel free to use this slave body.. as… aaahh.. you .. please” as she copies words from the slavegirls she read about.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tales of the Lemieux: Boot Camp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>28-06-2011, 20:56:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Captain Kramer nods at Meijerink’s words stepping back.&nbsp; “Mistress has to piss.&nbsp; Kneel down for your shower.”&nbsp; She unzips her fatigues pushing them to her knees to reveal a nicely groomed bush of midnight blue hair covering her pussy.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tales of the Lemieux: Boot Camp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nishi</strong> on <strong>28-06-2011, 21:39:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The small girl is startled by the odd request. She hesitates a moment but her superior was already undoing her fatigues. "But but but ... " she utters.. but when she sees the stern look of Captain Kramer she obediently gets down on her knees, though very reluctantly. And not sure what to do, she just sits there looking to her superior officer, who she now refers to as Mistress, with a questioning look on her face.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tales of the Lemieux: Boot Camp</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Machete</strong> on <strong>09-07-2011, 23:01:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Captain Kramer grins as Meijerink kneels down.&nbsp; She spreads her labia inching closer the the crewman.&nbsp; “You will get two golden showers a day; one in the morning and one at lunch time,” are her words as she leans back starting to piss.&nbsp; “On top of that, you are forbidden from drinking anything other than my breast milk or piss, each of which is an aphrodisiac when taken orally.”
			</dd>
		</dl>
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