The following is a story my cousin Amy told me. She only told me after one to many glasses of wine. She broke down crying several times and I had to encourage her to finish. To get it of her chest, I told her.
Amy grew up as a military child, moving many times, but we managed to stay in contact. She told me several times growing up that all she wanted to do was fly fighter jets. So I wasn't surprised when she went into the Air Force after high school. She called me one night out of the blue, to tell me she was selected to an exclusive team; this was the time right before Operation Desert Storm. All she had to do was survive training camp and she would be air bound.
There were twenty candidates 18 men and 2 women from different units, competing for only two spots. She sounded as excited as I ever heard her, I knew it was her dream. So when she called me two weeks later to tell me she almost made it, I was thrilled, but I was confused as to why she didn't seem happier.
She went on to tell me about Hell Night. Which was really one twenty four-hour period, when the instructor could make them do anything and they had to comply.
"Anything," I interrupted her.
"Yes," she moaned, "and you can't say anything, if you talk at all even one word, your out."
I tried to talk her out of it at first, but she was determined, so instead I did my best to psyche her up. As I hung up the phone, my mind raced. What would the make her do? Of course being a guy, I instantly thought about sex. I remember she told me about how all the men hit on her, and even tried to catch her naked, in the showers and while she was changing. I really couldn't blame them. I had the pleasure of seeing her in the buff when she stayed over our house, before she left for the force. I had walked in on her, not so accidentally, I'll admit, coming out of the shower. She was drying her blonde hair and this gave me a prolonged view of her body.
Amy stood about 5'6" maybe 110 pounds, with a firm body, but what I couldn't take my eyes off where her great breasts. They almost seemed too large for her body, but the best part was her nipples. They were perfectly pink and perfectly centered, and each one looked like it was and inch long. She turned around and bent over and dried her legs. Her ass was tight and trim. I tried to get a better look, but she saw me, quickly she turned around and slammed the door on my face!
After what seemed like months she called me back to tell me what happened on Hell Night. I could tell by her slurred speech that maybe she had a few to many. She went on to tell me that she was paired up with the only other girl, named April. She was about the same height and weight as Amy with the only real difference between the two being the color of their hair. Amy wore short-cropped blonde hair, while April was a brunette; although she had a crew cut much like a man would have.
They were led into a brightly-lit room, but there were no windows. The only furniture in the room was a large stainless steal table and two flat stools. The two women wondered aloud about what was going to happen to them, while they also introduced themselves, as it was the first time the two women had meet. They didn't have to wonder long as the door flung open and in walked two military police officers, followed by a third man, who quickly raced up to the two girls.
"I would introduce myself, but you already know who I am, I AM YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE!" He screamed.
The two women shuttered not only at his opening statement, but also at his appearance. He was a large white man, but well tanned, 6"6" and 260 pounds of solid muscle. He was dressed in black pants and a small white tee shirt, but it was his baldhead and goatee that gave him an evil, almost devilish look.
"Now assume the position!" He barked.
The girls snapped into position, which they both hated, but they were taught earlier in camp; it was the classic hands locked behind the head feet spread two feet apart. Each girl trembled as the bald man circled them. Being a foot taller and twice as heavy, he seemed to tower over them.
"Well, Well, I bet you two don't last ten minutes. Fighter pilots, hah! You two look more like common streetwalkers to me," he said, as he continued circling them, brushing against each one, "you two belong behind a fucking oven, or taking my orders at fucking Burger King, but not in my fucking f-15."
He stopped his circling and stood in front of the two girls. He took his baton out of his belt and began slapping it against his hand.
"You two look ridiculous in those flight uniforms, take them off, those are for real pilots."
The two girls looked at each other and then over at the two soldiers, who were standing at attention, but were obviously watching with anticipation.
"Just give me the word and you two pussies can go home, crying to your momma!" The bald man barked.
This caused the girls to quickly unzip their uniforms and step out of them. Handing them to the bald man who placed them on the table. This left them dressed in small tight T-shirts, white cotton underwear, and a pair of big black boots.
"Turn and face each other and assume the position!" He barked.
The two girls complied with the bald man's order. They stood two or three feet apart, eye to eye, which left just enough room for the bald man to continue with his circling.
He also continued with his verbal insults calling them whores, five dollar ones at that, sluts, cocksuckers, and any other insults that came to his head. The bald man stopped his circling and stood off to their side. He tuned his attention to Amy, running his baton along her body, paying particular attention to her breasts.
"Well I never saw a fighter pilot with these," he laughed, as he continued his probing of Amy's breasts, using his baton to lift her breast and rub each nipple, causing Amy's nipples to become erect and stick out even more then normal.
He turned his attention to April, giving her the same treatment. Amy watched as April squirmed as the bald man's baton played with her breasts. He raised the baton to April's full lips running it along each lip. A tear ran down her cheek. Amy almost smiled; she felt that April would never last. He turned back to Amy and poked and prodded her, running the baton between her legs for the first time. It took Amy everything she had to retain her composer. April received the same treatment and almost fell over when the baton made contact with her lower region.
"I think it's time to raise the stakes a bit, you," he said, pointing his baton at April. "Take her T-shirt off," he said now pointing at Amy.
Amy was surprise at how fast April responded to this order. Letting out a gasp for the first time, as her breasts were quickly exposed to the cold air. April handed the T-shirt to the bald man.
"What do we have here?" The bald man oozed, as his baton went back to work on Amy's now exposed breasts! Amy wished her breasts were smaller or at least firmer, she cringed when he lifted each breast with the baton and released it, causing them to quiver lewdly. Amy felt a little relieved when the bald man stepped back and pointed at April. Amy knew what he meant, stepping forward, grabbing the bottom of Aprils T-shirt, she slowly almost teasingly lifted it up over her head, handing it to the bald man.
Amy now back into position could not help but check out her competition. April had cone-shaped breasts with puffy pink nipples and a flat muscular stomach. She watched as April received the same treatment as she had received earlier. April's baton assault was cut short when the door opened and two soldiers marched in and the two original solders reluctantly left.
"Well you two flight whores made the first hour!" The bald man barked.
The two girls noticed an older gentleman wearing a white coat enter the room next, carrying a brown handbag.
"Ah Doctor Brown glad you could join us," the bald man scolded.
"I'm sorry I had an ah emergency at the hospital," the doctor mumbled.
"Like I give a Fuck," the bald man snapped.
"Well you only missed the first hour, I haven't even really begun yet," the bald man said with a laugh, which caused the girls to cringe, one hour down and they were already left standing in the underpants.
"Ok flight whores, this is Dr. Brown, he is here to make sure that you are in perfect health at all times, if you fail any part of his exam, or exams, your out," the bald man said.
"Ok Doc, do you have the camera?"
"Yah right here, I see you already have them striped down," the doctor said rather wisely.
"Ok girls we are going to take a few pictures, they are sort of like before and after pictures," the bald man barked.
The Dr. took out his instant camera and took two pictures of each girl. The bald man waited for the pictures to develop.
"Good thing you're a doctor, cause you suck at photography!" The bald man barked, as he grabbed the camera from the doctor. It was pretty clear to the girls that these two didn't get along. The bald man had the girls assume several poses each one seemingly more humiliating then the next. Amy just hated the ones of her holding her breasts up as high as they could go, by just her nipples.
"Ok Doc, start examining their breasts," the bald man oozed as he looked over his photos.
"Ah they're..."
"You fucking heard me," the bald man screamed, "or do I have to do everything around here."
The doctor seemed a bit hesitant at first, as he examined each of the girls breasts, once standing up and then once lying down on the table. The doctor really seemed to enjoy checking Amy's long nipples for discharge. The bald man also snapped off a couple of pictures of the process. The doctor did a chest exam next, listening to their heart rates. He also checked their eyes, ears and mouths. To Amy, it seemed like he was working in reverse order, compared to most of her exams. The door open and the old guards left and two new ones entered.
Each girl shuddered at this because they knew that meant they still had 22 more hours to go. The bald man sat up on the steel desk that sat in the middle of the room.
"I think it's time to test their heart rates. He ordered the girls to march around the table. Dressed in only white cotton underwear and black boots, the girls marched around it, for over ten minutes, as the four men watched their every step. Next the bald man had the girls drop and do 25 push-ups. Amy could do 25 push-ups in her sleep, but had never done them topless. She cringed as her breasts scrapped the hard tile floor on every down stroke, causing her nipples to become rock hard again. After more marching, he had them stand up and face each other and assume the position again. Amy was none to happy when the baton returned to her erect nipples.
"Girl you could put any eye out with one of these things. The two M.P's broke out in laughter and April almost followed.
"Silence!" The bald man barked, as the room quickly fell silent.
"Doc check them out," the bald man barked, as he watched intently as the doctor used his stethoscope on the girl's chests.
"Their hearts are responding well," the doctor said with a smirk.
"Their hearts are responding well," the bald man mimicked the doctor using a baby's voice.
The bald man jumped of the table and for the next half an hour he circled the girls brushing against them stopping only to whisper into their ears.
