[RainbowSky]

Day 2 of training

Nia woke up the next morning, her body still sore and aching from both the physical training the previous day but also the battering she had received overnight. The Captain is shouting to get in line. Nia quickly glances around the room and notices how none of the other recruits are in just underwear. They all seem to be wearing some form of navy uniform. She quickly scans the floor around her bed to see if she can find her own uniform – but there doesn’t seem to be one. ‘I bet they hid it,’ she thinks to herself.

The recruits all file into line at the door and the Captain leads them all down to breakfast in the mess hall where all the other new naval regiments are eating. These regiments all seem to have a mix of male and female, and none of them are underdressed like Nia. Nia can see a lot of stares on her half naked body as the other regiments spot her. Lots of the eyes are filled with hatred, and many of the recruits turn to the people next to them to discuss Nia’s brazenness. As she walks up to the service hatch to collect her porridge gruel she can hear whispers around her. “Such a skank.” “Wonder what she’s been doing all night?” “Sell-out.”

Nia ignores the whispers and sit on the end of the bench with her regiment – ignoring the hateful stares she was getting from them as well. She swallows down the cold, thin porridge quickly, hoping to get away from all the eyes quicker. No such luck – she has to wait for her entire regiment to be ready.
After finishing a quick breakfast, the regiment heads outside. They find a space on the field and line up, standing at attention. “You are going to run around the camp twice,” the Captain yells. The recruits jump at his words and begin to set off. He stops Nia as she is about to run past. He grabs hold of her bra and pulls harshly, ripping it in half and off her. Nia’s arm spring up to her chest to try to cover her breasts in embarrassment. He smiles cruelly and says “Jiggle those tits again”. Nia scowls but begins running, her tits bouncing up and down and hurting and aching with every step due to the lack of support. She was extremely grateful for the trainers she still had on – at least her feet were in good condition for all this physical exercise.

When she finally made it back to where all the other recruits were stood, there was an air of annoyance at waiting for her. The Captain pointed into the distance. “This is your first major training exercise. Across the field are some dummies, or pegs in Nia’s case. Ten of them. These are your fellow wounded soldiers. They are in enemy territory, you need to save them. You will get on all fours and crawl through the territory and rescue them, bring two back at a time. You must stay low or you will be spotted and shot. Go!" The other recruits begin crawling their way forwards but the Captain is standing in Nia’s way. He looks down at the girl. "Your tits remain touching the floor at all times. When you get to the soldiers - clamp two to your lips and then crawl back.” Nia’s eyes fill with tears at the constant bullying and punishment.

Nia lies flat on the floor, the sweat that had been covering her skin after the run, now mixing with the dirt to create a paste all over her chest, stomach and legs. Nia begins crawling forwards like a worm, wriggling from side to side and forwards. She felt disgusting from all the dirt that was sticking to her tits and belly and legs. She knew her back probably had a light sheen of dirt over it from laying in the dirt for the crunches yesterday. ‘I wonder when we get to shower?’ she thinks as she slowly inches closer and closer to the soldiers. She gets there, takes two pegs, clips them to her lips and begins to shuffle her way backwards.

After the third trip Nia is exhausted and pauses for a breather - her body aches. The Captain spanks her arse and tells her to go save them or they will die. She slowly, slowly makes her way forwards to them, pushing through the pain.

After five rounds of this, Nia’s nipples are rubbed raw from the floor, her breasts flattened and and almost carpet burn sensation all over her skin from the dirt. Nia breathes a sigh of relief until the Captain explains that the next task is shooting. There are ten targets and ten bullets to hit them all down with.

“If you miss any, you get hit in the balls or pussy,” the Captain adds. Nia struggles to hold the heavy gun in her hands. Her hands keep shaking, she can’t hold them still. She holds the gun in her hand and releases the trigger, but all that happens is a pain in her thumb. She tries again and again but apart from the increasing pain in her thumb, nothing happens. She misses every shot.

The Captain laughs cruelly. “Oh dear Nia. I guess you had better lie down, with your legs in the air and spread,” he says. Nia opens her mouth to protest but takes note of the wooden spoon in his hands and decides it would be best to just obey. Laying back down in the mud, Nia opens her leg in the air and spreads them for easy access to her pussy. The Captain brings his arm up in a large swing, before bringing the wooden spoon down hard. Nia groans in agony and closes her legs. The Captain slaps her thighs. “Open them,” he commands. Nia reluctantly opens them again and braces herself for the impact. There is a loud crack as the spoon hits again. The other recruits are laughing, the sound echoing in the air. Over and over and over. Nia is crying with pain, her agony unbearable.

Finally, it is over and Nia feels relief. Maybe now she can go back and shower. Not the case. The Captain informs the entire recruits that she had the wrong shooting position. “So let’s help her get it right in future,” he says.

He lines the other recruits up in a line opposite her. They are given their training guns and bullets. “Her failure has lost you your free day this week. But don't worry, she'll learn the hard way that the failure of one, impacts on all," the Captain explains. “Nia, stand with your legs spread, arms above your head,” he demands. She shuffles into position. "Shoot her,” he says.

Nia begins to protest but is drowned out by the sound of gunfire and the laughing and jeering of the recruits. Most of their aiming is off, missing Nia completely but the odd few bullets hit their mark – she count her belly 25 times, her thighs 10 times each, her biceps 8 times each, her breasts 15 each and some had surprisingly accurate aim and hit her nipples 4 times each. Nia’s whole body was shaking from the batter and sore all over, especially her tits which were already dark with red pinch marks from yesterday's clamps forming.

The Captain then holds up a hand to stop them before ordering Nia to turn around. She does so tentatively. She feels hands at her waistband. He pulls her knickers down, exposing her pale butt for everyone to see. A few seconds later and the sound of gunshots fill the air again. Again their aim is off but a few accurate hits mean that each butt cheek gets cracked 20 times each butt cheek. When the Captain has finally had enough - he sends the recruits back to the barracks for supper. Nia pulls up her knickers, looks around for her bra, can’t find it so she then winces back, every step agony from the bullets ricocheting off her.

After another unappetizing dinner of gruel, and still no shower in sight, its back to the barracks for bed.

Nia lies down but within seconds of entering the room the other recruits are grabbing at her and holding her down. They bring out the wooden spoon and continue their onslaught of spankings from the night before - this time aiming from the red marks from the training bullets for added pain. 100 to each breast, then 10 to each nipple, 20 to her belly then 50 to each thigh. Four of the guys grab Nia and flip her over so she is face down on the floor before they then give her 300 to each butt cheek - this time allowing the thin fabric to remain as a slight protection. After being turned back over, Nia is crying and pleading with them to let her go. “Please stop, I’m sorry.” Ignoring her protests a few of the guys fish out some rope and begin tying her to the bed spread eagle. Nia keeps shouting so one of the recruits pulls at her underwear and rips them before shoving them into her mouth to keep her quiet. Once tied down, every recruit spit on her – covering her breasts, belly and face in spit. They leave her tied up and alone, completely exposed and helpless, spit drying on her. Nia is exhausted but when she closes her eyes, sleep doesn't come.