Perve In the Ranks

by Daniel Guy

Part 1.

-See the guy at the bar, in the corner, reading a book? 

-The skinny one with short black hair?  

-Yeah. That’s him.  Corporal Murphy.  Looks like a clean living kinda guy, but underneath, who would believe it, huh? A fucking sicko, hiding in our unit. Incredible…  

OK. So you go up to him and hand him this envelope. Inside is a photo of the laptop he lost. Tell him it was found on a park bench and it ended up on my desk. Tell him we checked to see if he had any classified army information on it, and we found some disturbing material, and we urgently need to see him. Tell him if what we found was shown to the commander, his promotion next year might be jeopardised, and his employment with the US Army terminated.  Tell him to come to the basement at the Officers Club tonight at ten pm. Tell him we haven’t told Commander Richards yet, but if he fails to turn up, we will hand the laptop over to him. O.K. Do it now. I’m going to the Officers Club now to prepare. See you there later.

Part 2.

Murphy arrives at the Officers club. He’s sweating profusely. His mouth is dry. He senses big trouble. He is trying his best to stay calm. He walks down the steel stairwell to the basement. Knocks on the steel door. Waits. 

-Come in. 

He steps in. About twenty men from his regiment are there, dressed in combat gear, sitting around the edge of the large, dimly lit room. In the centre is an empty chair under a solitary spotlight. He glances at the faces. Most are guys he doesn’t like, the ignorant goons, the fascists and racist thugs. He’s told to sit in the chair, facing Corporal Jimmy Deville, the bully of the unit and the one who appears to be taking charge of this furtive gathering. Or is this some kind of trial? He feels like he is about to be judged. He looks over to the door and sees two of his regiment standing guard. 

Glancing further around the room, he’s shocked to see his wife, sitting among the men. 

-Bernice? What are you doing here?

Her response is icy cold, and it echoes around the stark concrete walls and floor of the room. 

- Jimmy called me. Said there was going to be a meeting with you about what had been found on your laptop. Said I needed to be here. Said I needed to know. Your mon and dad are here too, for the same reason. 

She points across the room. Murphy spins round and yes, there they are, sitting together behind other men in his unit. Now his mind is racing… 

- Ok. Murphy…

He turns back to face Deville. 

-You’re here because you got some explaining’ to do..

Murphy holds his breath and thinks for a moment, before saying, 

-What the hell is this about? 

Deville lights a cigar and thick smoke wafts up slowly into the bright spotlight above Murphy’s head.

-It’s about what Bernice said. It’s about the shit we found on your laptop. 

Murphy’s voice quivers as he replies,

-I don’t understand. I lost a laptop. Someone found it. You guys got hold of it. You’re claiming you found files? What files? 

-We came accross a folder named ‘Jenny’ and we looked inside we found files, photos, videos, links to sado-masochistic websites… There’s a huge amount of pretty fucked up shit in that little folder…

-So who the fuck is Jenny?

-That’s what we wanna know, Murphy.

-You got nothing to be ashamed of, boy? 

-We found a lot of pictures in that folder of guys dressed as rubberdolls. They yours?

Murphy is starting to feel dizzy with all these questions and accusations coming at him like bullets from around the room. 

-No.

-Have we discovered a little rubber sissy in our unit?

-I don’t know what you’re talking about. 

-We found pictures of women with plastic bags tied over their heads…

Silence.

-What? 

-That the kind of thing turns you on?

-No! I know nothing about them. Someone must have planted that shit on me. It’s obvious.

-Who?

-I don’t know. One of you guys maybe.  Someone who’s jealous I’m getting promotion next year. 

-I imagine if the commander finds out about your little secret, promotion ain’t going to happen. 

-Hey, none of this has got anything to do with me, OK?

-We also read your little private blog you write personal stuff in…

-Blog? I don’t keep a blog. Look, I know what’s going on. I’m being set up!

-You wrote down links to some pretty freaky websites, like Rubberdolls dot com, where you can order rubber dresses, dildos, rubber girlie masks… 

You ordered anything from them?

-No. Why would I? 

Deville reaches under his chair and brings out three cardboard parcels. 

You listed a mailbox address with entry codes. We went over and looked inside and found three packages. Stuff you ordered from this company. We collected them and brought them along. Did you order these? A rubber dress? A pair of large fake silicon breasts, and a latex mask of a young female face with long blond hair? Is this the kind of weird shit you’re into, Murphy?

-No. 

-But it’s your mailbox address. 

Murphy is silent for a moment, his mouth too dry to speak. He stares at Deville, who stares back and then tosses the boxes one by one, onto the floor at Murphy’s feet.

-Open the boxes. Open that one first. It’s got the false boobies. You need to try them on see if they’re the right size. 

-No. 

-Hey, Murphy. You going to do what we tell you. You have no choice. 

-No. Why are you trying to lay all this weird shit on me?

-You think it’s weird shit? You think it’s disgusting?

-What. Er. Yeah. It’s not my thing… 

-What is your thing?

-Fuck you. What is this all about?  I know nothing about this shit you found. It’s a new laptop. There’s hardly anything on it. 

-In your blog you fantasise about being a rubber doll called Jenny. 

-It’s all fucking lies. 

-You want to be a mindless rubberdoll, sucking on dick all day? Is that what you want, Murphy?

-No.

-Fucked in the ass like a faggot? Like a sissy boy? 

-No.

-You saying that kind of shit doesn’t turn you on? 

-No! I mean - yes! I’m saying it doesn’t turn me on.

The interrogation stops for a moment and then after a sigh Deville leans forward and says, 

-OK, Well we thought that might be what you say. So we want you to dress up in all this shit. If you are not aroused by it, then maybe we will believe you. 

-No. You must be crazy…

-Put the phoney tits on. And the dress. You need to prove to us you ain’t turned on by this depravity.  

-No. 

-You got no choice. 

Murphy hears the cold and chilling voice of his father behind him.

-Do as they say, boy…

So in the end Murphy starts to undress. They watch in silence. 

He opens the box with the silicone breasts, slips his arms into the elastic straps and fastens them at the back. The soft pink breasts hang heavy on his chest. He feels intensely embarrassed, humiliated, angry.  But then at the same time he feels the urge to push out his chest and stick out his bum. He resists. He steps into the pink rubber dress. He pulls the top of the dress up over the soft pink breasts till the dress hides them completely. It fits perfectly. He feels aroused, but he knows he cannot show it, so he sits back down in the chair. 

-OK. Open the last box. 

Murphy opens the box, and takes out the mask. The rubber is also pink. The features on the elegantly sculpted face are subtle and pretty, and attached is a wig of long straight white hair. 

-Put it on, Murphy. We wanna see what Jenny looks like. 

-Look, this is crazy. I don’t know what the fuck….

-Just put the fucking mask on, Murphy!

Murphy is in a daze, staring down at the soft rubbery pink mask in his hands. His heart is beating very fast. He’s afraid. He looks down at it, starts to caress the soft latex between his fingertips. 

Snearing voices around him goad him on, insult him for his weakness and in the end he can take it no more and just wants to hide away inside the mask. So he unzips the back, flips the long blond hair away from the opening and then slips the rubber face-mask over his head, pulling it down so the rubber slips snug under his chin. He leans forward and pulls down the zip at the back of the mask till the rubber is pulled tight against his face. 

He is starting to feel a little dizzy, breathless, but he tries to stay calm. Now he is a slim, shapely, pretty girl sitting before them. He runs his fingers through the blond wig to straighten the hair.

-Is that you, Jenny?  Is this what you want to be?

He freezes again, under the spotlight. 

Everyone is watching silently. Those at the front gaze at the pretty mask with the open mouth and pretty features. It’s a convincing mask. They gaze down at the rubbery breasts protruding and the shapely figure, tightly enveloped in the shiny pink latex dress. 

Murphy keeps his legs together. His cock is growing larger. It rises, till it touches the inside of the dress. He is desperately trying not to get aroused, not to think about the dress and how good it feels, tight against his skin.

-Are you getting a kick out of this…Jenny? 

-No. Stop calling me that. 

-You think it’s sick? 

-Yes. 

Murphy decides he needs this to end. He’s too afraid. He starts to unzip the mask.

-Keep it on!

Two squad members get up at once and step over to him. They hold his arms down at his sides. 

-Get off me! This is ridiculous! I told you this shit doesn’t interest me! You’re humiliating me! None of this is mine! I promise you! Bernice, you gotta believe me!

-You’re not getting aroused?

-No!

His cock bulges a little more, so he wriggles around in the chair to hide the little lump that has appeared in the front of the pink latex dress. 

One of the soldiers standing beside him says,

-And what about that video you got of the rubberdoll suffocating inside a plastic bag?

Murphy wants to scream but stops himself just in time. Something clicks. He takes a deep breath. Then after a few seconds he speaks, his voice now calm, soft, gentle…

-Like I said, I don’t know what you are talking about. I have no interest in that kind of crazy shit. 

-You aroused by that?

-No. 

-Let’s wait and see…  

The soldier pulls out a clear plastic sack from his pocket, shakes it open and then slips it down over Murphy’s head.  The sack drops down over his rubbery breasts, down to his waist. 

-Is this what you like, Murphy?

The soldier pulls the plastic at the back of Murphy’s head till its tight against the pink rubber mask.  Murphy struggles to breathe. His cock starts to become erect. He has an enviously large cock, with a beautifully shaped helmet.  It continues to rise, to the point where the bottom of the latex dress falls back to reveal it to everyone in the room. The soldier steps back. 

-Well, well, well, what have got here?

-You look like you’re enjoying being a pretty little girl, Murphy…

Murphy knows he’s finished. 

The soldier releases his grip of the plastic bag and Murphy’s head drops over his chest as he recovers his breath. 

He hears his father’s voice from the shadows behind him. 

‘So it’s true. You’re a disgrace to me, to the regiment and the moral, Christian world that good honest American soldiers have fought to preserve. You are no son of mine. May you be damned in hell. 

His father stands up and leaves the room. After a moment of silence the sneering questions continue to be shot at him from around the room.

-You still telling us you ain’t aroused by being in a rubber dress, Murphy? 

- Still saying that plastic and latex ain’t turning you on? 

-No. Fuck you. This is a set-up. One of you guys has set me up. Just let me go. 

-We can’t let you go.  We’re lookin’ for justice. This is a tribunal. We are assessing the evidence and making a judgement. 

-You still think you are innocent?

-Yes. 

Deville blows out another cloud of smoke towards the centre of the room and sits back.

-Hey, well, we knew you were probably going to find it had to admit the truth, and confess your terrible sin, so we decided to buy a few more things we found on a wish list you’d written down. You remember that list?

-No! I have no idea what you are talking about. 

Deville pulls out of a box, a large black rubber strap-on dildo and tosses it over so it falls at Murphy’s feet.

-Pick it up, Murphy. Tell us what you think. Just what you wanted? Is this what you want to suck? 

-You want it stuck in your ass, Murphy, you queer? 

Murphy looks down through the misty plastic at the dildo on the ground. He sees his cock, poking out in front, stiff, exposed to everyone in the room. 

At this point, aroused, humiliated and knowing the prospect of a good career in the army is over, Murphy flips inside his head. He has nothing to lose.  The dress is slowly having an effect on him. He feels soft, strangely different. Others in the room continue to taunt him and call him names, but now he’s becoming more resigned, accepting that something in now suddenly over, and something else about to begin.  Slowly, he sits up, pushes out his breasts gently and looks out through the small holes in the mask at the shadowy uniformed figures sitting around him. 

Fuck you all, he thinks. 

More voices from the shadows. 

-He still won’t admit it. 

-You gotta own up to us, Murphy. 

-Come clean. You’re a sicko. Just own up to it. That’s all we want to hear. 

But some of the men in the room are starting to forget about Murphy and instead become fixated on the shapely rubber girl they see before them, sitting on the chair inside a plastic sack. 

Murphy’s wife gets up, walks over to stand in front of him. 

When Corporal Deville called me up to tell me about what they found out, I realised that underneath I suspected all along something was not right about you and you were hiding shit from me. Something weird about you… But I didn’t imagine it would be anything as fucked up as this.

She picks up the big black strap-on dildo and starts to strap it to her crotch. 

- So is this what you really want,  huh, you queer? 

Murphy stares up at her angry face, through the small eye holes in the mask. He doesn’t know what to say anymore. 

Stand up

Murphy stands up slowly.

Turn round and bend over, you little sissy girl.

Murphy turns round and bends down over the chair. 

He feels the dress being lifted and then moments later the rubber dildo being pushed into his ass. He stops resisting. He’s slipping away, starting to think like Jenny. This is what Jenny always wanted, because it makes Jenny feel so good she can never resist it. 

He takes it as best he can. Another soldier calls out, but softly, gently…

-Listen buddy, all you gotta do is come. Come for us. Just touch that nice cock of yours and show us how much you want to come. Then no one in this room will be in any doubt about what you really are, a dirty little pervert . 

A solider gets up, walks into the middle of the room, stands in front of Murphy’s face, legs apart, unzips his fly and out flops his huge erection. 

-OK, Jenny. Maybe you need something a bit more real. 

He pulls the plastic sack off and lets it drop to the floor. He grabs the soft latex mask tightly in both hands and pushes his cock into it’s mouth.

Murphy takes it. He holds his breath. He’s never done this before but somehow he knows how to do it. It is as erotic to him as anything he had ever dreamed of. Now he is Jenny and Jenny, this softly spoken, sexy mindless girl in a pink rubber dress is doing what she was meant to do, taking cock, whenever she can. Jenny loves it. Jenny can’t take enough. 

Jenny soon gets her first spurt of cum onto her face, and she looks up, expressionless, accepting. 

Other men step forward to fuck Jenny as she leans obligingly over the chair and takes two cocks at once, without resistance. In the next hour, she takes them all, as each of the men in the room take turns to despunk in and around her orifices.. 

When all of them have had their go, silence returns to the room as the men shuffle back to their seats. Murphy is now lying on his back. His rubber dress has been torn and his ass is very sore. Still, he has managed to resist touching his cock, and it remains stiff and thick and huge. He is aching to come. Still shaking a little, from the violence of the fucking, he gets up gingerly, and sits back on the chair.  His cock sits upright in front of him, out from the pink rubber dress. He doesn’t try to conceal it with the dress. He doesn’t care any more. 

-Well? Is he guilty? 

-Yeah. Everyone can see he is. 

-He hasn’t come yet. 

-We still haven’t had definite proof. 

-Yeah. I agree. We need to see him jerking off to this shit, just so we can be sure.

I mean we don’t want to accuse someone who might be innocent, do we? 

Several of the men laugh, and then one of them stands up, steps into the light, unties his black leather belt and leans over to talk quietly into Murphy’s ear.

-OK. So we need a little more proof. 

He picks up the plastic sack and pulls it down over Murphy’s head. He ties the belt tight around Murphy’s neck. He steps back. 

Murphy starts to twist and shake. The soft warm plastic sticks to his rubbered face as he sucks in all air available. He feels an intense pleasure. He is so horny. He wants desperately to come. He knows that he’s so close and all he needs to do is to touch his cock and it will release his spunk in an instant. But he can’t. He still won’t give them that satisfaction. 

The bag fills out like a balloon and when he sucks in all the air again and the plastic is tight against his face, he cannot stop himself. He feels a surge through his whole body, utters a loud groan of intense pleasure, and finally he ejaculates. His huge erect cock spurts out long strands of jizz across the room. Some of it splashes on Deville’s trousers and he recoils with horror. 

Murphy reaches up to tear the bag from his head but his arms are grabbed and held tight behind his back.The cute pink rubber-dolly is being suffocated, and there are spectators around the room who seem to be enjoying the sight. He continues to ejaculate. Creamy spunk pumps out from his cock in what seems like a never ending flow, till the grey concrete floor in front of him glistens with shiny white globs of jizz. 

He gasps and twists and spewing spunk splashes out in more directions, landing on several other soldiers sitting around. It keeps on pouring out in copious erratic bursts. 

His arms gripped tight behind his back and everyone in the room is glued in silence to the sight of a pretty rubber doll writhing on a chair, inside a clear plastic sack, slowly suffocating. Eventually Murphy’s cock begins to wilt and the flow of jizz reduces to a gooey dribble. At the same time his struggling increases, for now there is no air left inside the clear plastic balloon around his head. A monotone voice echoes in the room.

-This is what we do to sickos. We snuff them out. 

Murphy does not hear it. His desperate struggle lasts several minutes before the plastic around his head slows down it’s rhythmic contractions, and steams up more, making the pretty rubber face inside less visible. The large rubbery breasts rise and fall with his desperate efforts to breathe. Finally the breathing halts, the plastic around his head fills out slowly, one last time. His body sags to stillness for a moment and then tilts over, rolls gently off the chair and slumps down onto the floor with a dull thud, lifeless and inert. 

Almost a minute’s silence. And then…

-I think now, we have proof he’s guilty. 

-Justice has been done. 

-We have eradicated this dangerous evil and prevented it from corrupting the minds of others in this regiment.

Deville turns to a couple of soldiers around him. 

-See the body is disposed of efficiently. 

-Yes sir. 

-And remember - everyone; what happens in our regiment, stays in our regiment. 

A large sheet of clear plastic is produced, laid out on the floor in front of the chair. 

Some of the soldiers leave. The lifeless half wrapped body is lifted onto the sheet and then parcelled up with thick silver duct tape. Deville stands at the door while the others leave the basement room one by one. 

3  Happy Ending (if you need it)

Murphy’s mother is the last to leave. She stops by the door. 

-May I sit with the body for a few moments? 

-Sure, Mrs Murphy. 

He leaves the room. Closes the door. 

She walks over to the shiny cocoon on the floor in the centre of the room, kneels beside it, fetches out a small pair of scissors from her handbag and cuts open the plastic around her son’s face.  She manages to un zip the mask and pull it off his head. She sits on the floor for a few moments and waits. She caresses his cheek with her finger. Then she watches his face slowly come back to life. He blinks looks around him, lies stunned for several seconds and then recognises his mother looking at him. 

She nestles him to her breast. 

-It’s ok, honey. You’re going to be fine. Mommy will look after you..

-I swear to God, mom, I had nothing to do with that. I’m innocent…

She looks down and winks at him.

-I know, I know. But you sure look pretty in that dress…

Daniel Guy