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After Deanna had given her last blow job she was awarded her Personal Service Battalion uniform: a tiny red thong, pink tights, a short white skirt, black bra and a white shirt. The skirt was so short that it hardly covered her: when she bent over it completely exposed her, giving a view of her ass and thongs. Her bra and shirt could hardly contain her large boobs and her cleavage was amply visible. Yet, at least now she could wear some clothing after remaining naked for 12 weeks.

Hanging her head in shame, Deanna came out of the punishment chamber wearing her PBS uniform. Her face was still wet and sticky from all the cum she had to take on her face. The Training Commandant’s letter had informed us that we could now punish her, if we wished, before she was sent off to her first assignment. I was ashamed of her public humiliation and brutal punishment, yet felt anger at being betrayed and at the shame she had brought on me and her parents. Hence, we took her into a private punishment chamber. This chamber was small and was equipped with canes, whips, ropes, clamps, dildos and other punishment devices.

As soon as Deanna got inside the chamber she started to cry and beg we forgive her. I simply slapped her face and ordered her to strip naked again. With tears in her eyes she took off her PSB uniform and was soon naked and standing in front of me, her dad and mom, her head hanging in shame. I grabbed her by her hair and pulled her down to her knees. I got a whip and started to whip her ass with it. Her mom started to cry and asked me to stop. I asked her mom to leave the chamber as I needed to teach Deanna a lesson. I continued to whip her ass leaving it raw with angry red welts.
When I was satisfied with her whipping, I took a dildo, poured lube on it and shoved it up her ass. She winced in pain as the large dildo was pushed brutally into her. By this time I had a raging erection and wanted to fuck her. I pulled my pants down, my dick bouncing out, erect and taunt. I grabbed her hair, shoving her face on my dick, ordering her to take it into her mouth. My cock was inside her warm and wet mouth, her tongue vigorously licking and lips sucking hard to take me all inside her. I pushed her face into my crotch, feeling her gag and choke on my dick. She was drooling, her boobs getting wet as she gagged and struggled to suck and lick me. I pulled myself from her mouth and asked her to get on all fours.

With the dildo still in her ass I started to fuck her wet and warm pussy. My rage and lust knew no bounds as I brutally shoved my hard and erect cock into her, shoving deep, pulling her by her hair into me. My balls slapped against her as I fucked her and she grunted and moaned in pain and humiliation. I shoved harder and faster, my thrusts reaching a crescendo as I got closer to cumming, With a final burst of deep thrusts I came in her pussy, pulling her by her hair and grabbing her mouth, shoving my fingers into her. It was the most intense orgasm I have ever had, the most brutal fucking I have every given. I realized, as I pulled my spent cock out of her, that she was fucked regularly in the NTT and would continue to be a fuck toy for sailors to abuse for the next eight years. I asked her to lick me clean before I pulled on my pants. Her tongue slurped up the last drops of cum from me as I slapped her to make her work faster.

Her dad had watched her brutal fucking, silent but angry. Now he started to punish her. She sobbed as her dad took a large butt-plug and shoved it into her abused and raw ass. He took clamps and put them on her nipples, and a gag and put it on her mouth. With her gagged and stuffed he asked her to lie across his knees so he could spank her. I could see her tears and sobbing get louder as she shamefully lay across her father’s lap, naked, with her ass facing him, the butt-plug deep inside her and the clamp hanging from her nipples. Her dad started to hit her ass with his hands, slapping each cheek as hard as he could. Although the spanking was not as severe as the whipping and caning she had received earlier, the humiliation of being naked and spanked by her father was more shameful. She begged us to forgive her. Yet, we knew that she was past all forgiveness, reduced to a sex slave for the rest of her tenure in the Service, a fuck toy for sailors, destined for abuse and humiliation for the next eight years.

After her dad was done giving her an over-the-knee spanking we asked her to lie on her back, with her legs spread wide, pussy exposed for abuse. I got a cattle-prod that delivers electric shocks. Her dad picked up a whip. Deanna whimpered in pain as I first shocked her boobs and then her nipples. I shocked her tummy and then her thighs, getting closer to her exposed pussy. I asked her dad to whip her boobs. I shocked her clit and at the same time her dad gave her a severe whipping on her boobs. She screamed in pain. I gave her ten strong shocks on her clit and pussy, each time her father whipped her hard on her boobs. We then exchanged places: I shocked her boobs and nipples while her father whipped her already raw and red pussy. The pain, humiliation and shame made Deanna cry and beg us to stop. Yet, even though we felt sorry for her, we felt it out duty to punish her betrayal.

It was almost an hour that we had been punishing her. Her CO knocked on the chamber door and seeing her naked, with her legs spread wide and boobs and crotch burning red, asked us it if we needed more time with her. We told him we were done and asked Deanna to get up and put on her PSB uniform again. She was soon dressed and her CO, after thanking us for punishing her, escorted her out of the room towards a truck that was to carry her and her new fellow PSB members to their first assignment. They were all assembled there, men and women dressed in PSB uniforms, a couple of young women just wearing bra and thongs. They hung their head in shame as they stood on the threshold of their first assignment, to be slaves to sailors, living their lives in humiliating servitude, their potential destroyed and reduced to nothing but chattels for the satisfaction of base desires of their superiors.