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Patrol Base Bitch


P.O.W. Bitch

Boot Camp Bitch


It was the perfect capstone for an already shitty night. They came for Marine Recruit Barry in the night, pulling his sheets down tight around his body to immobilize him and pin his arms flush to his sides, unkind hands stuffing a rough cloth gag into his mouth, makeshift blackjacks constructed of bars of soap wrapped in woolen socks beating against his defenseless and unprotected body. From start to finish the brutal assault lasted only a few moments before ceasing, a brief but intense barrage of pain that stunned him, left him gasping in the darkness.

He identified the voice whispering in his ear as that of Recruit Granger, one of his squad-mates. "You really fucked us today, Barry."

The words stung, coming from the only man in his squad that Barry had considered a friend, but he couldn't deny the truth behind them. He hadn't been adapting well to life in the military or the rigors of boot-camp, and his failures had begun to affect the rest of his unit. At first the drill sergeants hadn't focused on him more than any of the other recruits, but as time had gone on and Barry had failed to perform even simple tasks adequately the instructors had begun to hone in on his weaknesses. When his problems persisted, the entire squad began to share his punishment.

When he came in last running, the entire group got extra laps. When he forgot to check the action on his rifle at the range, the entire squad was punished with extra push-ups. When he'd failed to pass inspection due to the cluttered condition of his footlocker, the entire squad was made to march in full parade dress for the rest of the day. His peers' dark looks had turned into muttering, the mutters into insults, and the insults into physical harassment. Barry had become the most hated man in the unit, and as hard as he tried he couldn't seem to not fuck up.

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