Author's Note: This story involves non-consensual sex. Its a work of fiction, though some things are borrowed from reality.
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As far as anybody in the New American Republic was concerned, Venus was perhaps the worst planet even before the Spacer Rebellion to get a military posting. Terraforming the planet was a slow and difficult process due to the scorching heat and excessive carbon monoxide atmosphere, although the introduction of hydrogen and the planting of genetically engineered plants in certain areas had created the tropical jungles and swamps hypothesized by early 20th century scientists, while the remainder of the planet remained a dusty, windy desert besieged by clouds of sulfuric acid.
Camp Tubman was one of the few ports in the proverbial storm. It was a Raider Regiment supply depot positioned well away from the worst of the fighting.
Lance Corporal Meager stood with his hands behind his back. At 5'7 he was shorter than most, but he had a stocky muscular build to make up for it. Standing next to him was Private First Class Hauata.
Meager turned his head and studied the young recruit, fresh out of training and sent on her first real base assignment in Camp Tubman. Hauata looked like she had signed up to fight for the NAR straight out of high school, much like Meager did several years before.
Hauata had been assigned to Meager by First Sergeant Stallone, a young female officer who possessed quite a bit of expertise in logistics. From what Meager could gather from their conversations together, Stallone came from a family heavily involved in the shipping and supply industries in New York, and were now involved in almost all interplanetary transport. With family connections like that he wouldn't have expected her to be an NCO, but she had apparently worked her way up through the enlisted ranks. No doubt the high casualties of the previous year's Martian Insurgency had sped this process along, but Stallone still earned his respect. Meager himself was just a backwoods country boy who was good with a rifle and good with his hands.
PFC Hauata blushed as she looked back at him. The two of them were in their sleepwear. For Meager that was just a pair of boxers that wasn't doing much to hide the outline of his cock. For Hauata, it was a sports bra that barely contained her big breasts, and skimpy little panties. She had an exotic sort of tan, and Meager wondered if she was Native American or Polynesian. They had both been roused out of bed by their First Sergeant and brought into the showers.
1st Sgt. Stallone was pacing in front of them, wearing camouflage pants and a tight green T-shirt. She had dark brown hair, big doll eyes, and a lithe athletic figure. She stopped in front of Hauata.
"Private, your file says you're from out west." She said finally, her face an inch from Hauata's nose.
"Yes, sergeant, that's right." the young girl's voice had a slight tremble that betrayed her nervousness.
"Bunch of god damn communists out there. Are you a communist, private?"
"No ma'am!" Hauata shook her head emphatically.
Meager exhaled through his nose, somewhat relieved. When Stallone had first got him up, he had worried there might an actual emergency, like an incoming attack. Now that he was a little more awake he could see that she was simply in the mood to haze the new recruit. 1st Sgt. Stallone was known to single out young female recruits and put them through hazing rituals that were typically sexual. Meager found it annoying and unprofessional, especially since he was always brought along to watch for some strange reason, and his complaints had gone nowhere.
"Bunch of communists, and a bunch of queers. And I know you're a queer, private." Stallone whispered menacingly. "So how do I know you're not a communist?"
Hauata was confused now. "No ma'am, I'm not gay..." Stallone reach out and grabbed her by the hips and pulled her in closer.
"Yes you are. I know you are. Don't lie to me." Stallone said with a smile. "I know it, and Lt. Cpl. Meager knows it too. Isn't that right?"
"Yes, First Sergeant." Meager responded robotically, staring straight ahead.
