Inspection

The occupation had been going on for years. It was harsh and brutal. As this young soldier entered this house, for a regular inspection, the sight of broken furniture, blood on the floor, and smelly, rotten walls did not even phase her. She was so used to it.

As she entered the family home, the occupants immediately stopped what they were doing and knelled on the floor. They were also used to the frequent inspections, and knew the procedure. The soldier girl paid no attention to them, and casually looked around, as she did at every inspection.

She wore less than half her uniform anymore. Most civilians still called them soldiers, but what they did had nothing to do with what they had trained for. Harsh inspections, brutalizing the weak, abusing and violating anyone they felt like. The hierarchy was completely gone, and for the most part the patrols didn't answer to anyone, with most of them abusing their powers on a daily basis.

When this poor family noticed it was a girl conducting the inspection this week, they all felt relieved. A male patrol would almost surely beat them up, for any insignificant reason, and possibly abuse them. Most girl soldiers however were not quite as far gone, and the fact that she came alone, wearing so little, meant she was opened to the reverse.

As she stood right next to the knelling man, her riffle just inches from his hands, she knew what was to come. It was her way of getting some thrill out of it, while offering some pleasure to the poor man.