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Penal Platoon
Penal Platoon
Penal Platoon
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Penal Platoon

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One sergeant and two corporals, all three good-looking women of the military police. They run a penal camp, a corrective centre for soldiers sentence to punishment and that is exactly what they get at this establishment. The women run a strict and harsh regime as well as using the men and their bodies to sate their ravenous sexual desires and the need to inflict punishments on them. Women rule here - without doubt.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherJay Merson
Release dateSep 4, 2011
ISBN9781466125919
Penal Platoon
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Jay Merson

The prolific author of over 124 erotic novels and short stories. Born in West london and lived most of life in the UK but now abroad. A staunch Englishman that always celebrates the day of the English - St.George's Day, where ever he might be in the world. Writes BDSM erotica in a descriptive and explicit way to bring the varied scenarios and situations to life - situations that the reader can relate to in his or her daily life.Hates music and lives in a world totally free of it, loves black stockings (on women) is an ex-soldier, ex-London fireman, holds black belts in five different martial arts but now leads a more sedate life and prefers to relax and chill rather than pump the muscles.

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    Penal Platoon - Jay Merson

    Penal Platoon

    By

    Jay Merson

    © Copyright Jay Merson 2004.

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    Chapter 1

    Three women in full uniform stood waiting inside the hut. The uniforms those of the military police, that Corps of the British army that, at the very mention of their name, sent tremors of fear running through all ranks, officers and soldiers alike. The fact that in this case the police were female simply added another alarming dimension to any fears held.

    ***

    The eight men filed out of the coach, raising their handcuffed wrists to shield their eyes from the blazing sun. They formed a single line facing the huts and stood loosely to attention with their hands manacled in front of them. The coach moved off and the compound gates closed to leave them to take-in their new surroundings.

    They were in a forested area, hills rose up beyond the row of wooden huts before them and high wire fencing topped with sharp razor-wire surrounded the whole compound area and stretched as far as the eye could see. A prison camp it most certainly was, but so unlike any other military establishment they had ever seen.

    The men all wore the regulation olive green combat trousers and black army boots, their shirts also in green with sharp creases pressed into them and their epaulettes bearing the yellow tags that denoted their status as prisoners.

    From one of the huts across the sun-baked parade square three female soldiers stepped out of a doorway and strode purposefully toward the now smiling men. All three women wore khaki skirts, short and tight they hugged the swell of their buttocks and clung to shape of their thighs, pulling into show the mound of their mons as they walked. Tight-fitting shirts in olive green hugged their slim waists and

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