OK, all you perverts, I’ve decided to share a story with you that don’t have
much bb in it. Every word is 100% true though, so I hope some of you might
enjoy it…
Once up on a time, about ten millennia ago, I did my military service in the
Swedish Airforce. At that time I was 18 and the military service, ranging from
seven to fifteen month, was compulsory for all men. Women were welcome to
doing it if they wanted to, or had to do it if they wanted employment in the
services. Basic soldiers course was 12 weeks, which everyone had to do
together before splitting up to get individual training for their respective
profession or role in the Airforce.
A platoon in the airforce consists of about 40 blokes, divided into 4 groups per
platoon, and there where three women in my platoon. Everybody shared living
quarters, and the girls were pretty much treated just like any other soldier in
the platoon. During the Platoon Commander course I later took we even
shared showers with the girls, and seeing them nude became almost as
ordinary as seeing the guys nude. Much like that shower scene in the Starship
Trooper movie for those of you that have seen it…
One memorable occasion was during a summer exercise when we were having
a skinny dip in a lake after about a week of training, and our platoon was the
second out of three to enter the water. When we came up there were about
120 horny guys watching these three girls, but the girls were good sports and
didn’t seem to mind too much.
One of the girls was really tough mentally and quite a good soldier too. She
had a great body; brown eyes, large breasts, great ass, quite a fine tan and
a tattoo round her ankle. She also had red shoulder long and curly hair with
just a touch too much red in it, so you could see it had been coloured. I would
categorise her as a “biker chick” if I hadn’t seen her before. She scared some
of the blokes naturally, and when she found out one of them collected tin
soldiers she took piss out of him, no end. As I’ve said, she was more of a
soldier than many of the guys.
This girl also had a bit of a tendency to like giving orders and boss the blokes
around, like most platoon commanders do, but there was also a definitive
element of her enjoying bossing men around just because they’re men.
A little like she’d like to get back at men in general.
All of us took turns being the platoon leader for a day or two, practising giving
orders and moving the troop around in different formations, and when it was
her turn to do it she really let us have it. She shoved us around like no one
had, and we had to run around like little dogs, at her will.
This was in wintertime, with lots of snow, and I had too much gear in my
pockets to do really snappy moves, and when she noticed that she halted
the platoon, ordered me to “Fall out” and run up to her and then it was
–“Attention! - At ease! -Attention! - At ease!” for like five minutes.
I had absolutely no problem with that, as I knew why she did it, but she was
later criticised for “punishing a soldier in font of the platoon” by the higher
officers that were responsible for us. And I know some of the blokes felt really
bad about the whole incident.
We were given a lot of lectures about defensive fighting and one of the things
to remember was that it is better in a fire fight to wound a soldier than to kill
him, because then you tie up logistical resources for the enemy. (In actual
combat you seldom get to choose, but that’s beside the point here) After the
lecture the officer in charge started to test us if we had been listening and he
asked the girl with the red hair where to shoot the enemy. With a loud voice
she replied “-I’d shoot him in the groin!”
You should have seen the face of the officer! He actually took a step back in
utter horror. The room fell in total silence. Then the officer tried to smooth
things over by asking if that really wasn’t too inhumane even to the enemy
soldiers, but she just went on, “That is a very vulnerable area for men, and a
wound there will definitely need medical attention”.
We’ve just had a ton of information of what a bullet does to the human body
and how much gunpowder and dirt it drags into the wound, so most of us
where pretty shocked. Some of the blokes went completely white.
I though it was pretty funny though, because she was right after all. You
must remember that these were conscripts, with the same knowledge of
combat as the statistical mean. I also thought it was funny that it was
perfectly decent to kill a man, but excessive to hurt his reproductive organs.
And those quotes really made some blokes seriously afraid of her from now
on…
On another day it was close combat with the emphasis on restraining
techniques and how to control a person. At the time the fear of Soviet
Special ****** run wild in the Swedish Armed ******, so much of the training
was concentrated towards dealing with a highly motivated, highly trained and
very capable enemy. One of the techniques was how to control a man on the
ground at gunpoint. You get the person to lay on the ground, belly down and
you force him to put the arms and legs in positions that are a bit difficult to
move out of. The palm of the hands are put upwards, with the thumbs
pointing towards the legs, elbows bent, and then the knees are ****** apart
so much that the feet leaves the ground. Then you order him to look at the
sky.
It is very difficult explain this without getting into a 40 page description, but
you get the spine of the subject to bend as far back as possible, and then
you place your boot right between his legs. You are standing on your other
leg, right to the outside of his thigh. I was the subject of this particular
exercise and the red hair chick was the one who controlled me.
The steel point of the boot is placed right to the testicles of the man you
want to control, and if he moves even in the slightest way you give him a
hard, quick kick right to the backside of his balls. With your steel cup boots…
And since he’s resting on his knees, he won’t have time to cross his legs
before the kick connects.
I was laying belly down on this lawn, in a really uncomfortably position, no
dignity what so ever, lots of people watching, with my ass in the air and then
this woman places her boot right at my balls, so I can feel her boot. Then she
asks the instructor how the kick is done and he explains that it is much like a
particular karate kick, where nothing but the knee bends and with a lot of
“focus”.
Then she does two practice kicks! Into the ground, right between my legs and
like 10 cm from my balls (!!!) and I can hear two loud “ritchzz-FUMP”,
"ritchzz-FUMP” when her boot digs into the lawn and rips it apart. I can even
fell the impact in the ground… Then she places her boot right on to my balls
again.
Some of you might think this is a really cool bb experience, but I can assure
you it wasn’t even close to arousing… It was just too damn frightening and
clinic for my taste. Even back then I’d been into bb for years, but this was
just too damn terrible. I’d practised Martial Arts for up to 6 days a week, for
years, with a lot of this kind of ground fighting but I really didn’t dare to move.
I knew that this woman wouldn’t hesitate one inch to kick me in the balls for
real. And that it would have permanent consequences.
Normally you don’t like to be put into a position where you are totally helpless,
and the martial artist always claim that if it was a “real” situation he would
get out of it by using this or that technique, but in this particular case I really
felt scared. And I know she could feel I was scared.
There was absolutely nothing I could do, other than wait for whenever she
decided I could get up. I don’t think I’ve ever been scared in that way since…
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Originally Posted by Magnum
