Military Non-Con

Raped In the Military

Being a new recruit definitely did not have its merit. Everyone treated me like a second class citizen and while I didn’t want to admit it, it probably didn’t help that I was 5’2 and Asian. I must’ve looked like I was easy to push around.

To be completely honest, outside of the military I was treated like a pushover. But that’s exactly why I joined- to harden up. Yet I was back at square one. I should’ve known better, but what’s done is done and some part of me hoped that despite my rough start id still get something good out of all this.

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Being woken up at 6:00 am by two men that looked like they could rip me in half wasn’t exactly ideal. They spat something in my face about the recruiter needing to see me and dread washed over my body before I could even wake up fully.

“Get dressed and be in his office by seven.” They ordered then marched away.

Great, I only had like twenty minutes to get ready. I jumped up, ignoring the stares of the other girls in my unit. They whispered amongst each other and I regret hearing something about being kicked out for incompetence. Why would I get kicked out for something like that? I had been doing fine until today.

I could only hope that it was something minor.

The anxiety started to set in when I slicked my hair back. It always did as it was the last part of my routine. I tried to cheer myself up by complimenting my appearance because looking good in my uniform was inevitable.

While I was short I was still a little curvy. My breasts weren’t the biggest but my hips were wide and my ass plum even though I didn’t work out before joining the military. My hair was long; down to my ass and my legs were longer than my torso so I didn’t look that short.

I got to his office and knocked. I swallowed because my throat was dry as hell from sweating so much. I heard a faint ‘come in’ so I gathered my baing and opened the door.

As I walked in the recruiter was standing by his desk, his eyes frantically scanning over a document in his hand.

“Good afternoon,” I said, trying to hide the shake in my voice

He didn’t return pleasantries, instead, he went straight to the problem

“Your file,” he began, his eyebrows furrowed, “Something is missing isn’t there Ari?”

I must’ve looked extremely confused because I saw him smirk

“What do you mean sir?” a bead of sweat ran down my back and my nails dug uncomfortably into my palm. I hoped I wasn’t in any serious trouble. I couldn’t remember doing anything that could be placed permanently on my file.

“Drugs,” he said

“Excuse me?” I was beyond confused

“I got an anonymous tip that you were caught under the influence of hard drugs.”

“Sir,” my voice cracked, “That’s most definitely a lie.”

“Who’s to say it is,”

“Who’s to say it isn’t.”

“Don’t get cocky with me girl.”

I lowered my head, “I’m sorry sir.”

The man looked me up and down but there was something behind his eyes and there was a nasty smirk plastered on his face. It made my skin crawl and suddenly my whole body was screaming for me to get out of there.

“Come here,” he said

My body froze and my eyes went wide. I didn’t know every protocol but I knew that he must’ve been stepping over a line.

“Come here!” he said, his voice more demanding

I hesitated for another second but I eventually walked over to him. I stood about two feet away from him, but that didn’t seem to satisfy him because without warning he grabbed my arm

and jerked me closer to him

To say I was frightened was an understatement. My hands were clammy and I knew my skin must’ve been as pale as a ghost. My throat was dry, I needed air and my joint felt heavier than ever. I could’ve all but collapsed. But I needed to stand my grown, no matter how weak in the knees I felt.

He was breathing down on me, I could feel his breath ruffling my hair. I’ve never wanted more to recoil in disgust. I didn’t dare look up at him because God knows what this man could do to me.

“Get on your knees,” He demanded

My heart stopped, leaving a loud ring in my ears

I looked up at him utterly distraught, “I’m sorry sir?”

“Did you hear me bitch I said get down on your knees!”

He grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking me down. I cried out as a knee hit the ground, trying to pry his hands away from my head. My scalp was on fire. I didn’t know having my hair pulled could hurt this much. Tears slipped down my cheek as I struggled away from his grip but he didn’t let up, not even for a second

“Please!” I sobbed, already feeling defeated, “Stop.”

He shoved me to the ground, my head hitting the floor violently

I must’ve been out cold for a few seconds because when I came to the recruiter was dragging my pants down my legs.