(repost) 37th - Kept in barracks [nsfw]

(reposted from 4/29/11)

He keeps me in his room, naked of course.  I suppose I could slip on one of his camouflage uniforms, or one of his athletic uniforms and leave but ... but he hasn't given me any clothes so I won't take any.
It's been over a week now.  Some people from the platoon know, but oddly a naked woman kept in his room hasn't caused him any problems so far.  When he brought me to the barracks that first night I assumed it would be just a night of passion and then I would leave in the morning, as I had done before.  That was before he fucked me.  Before he took any choice I had in the matter away.  No, after that first night, I wasn't going anywhere he didn't tell me to.
He would bring me food, and I would shower in the bathroom connecting to the next room.  But I was always naked.  His schedule was erratic, but when he entered the room I would kneel and beg.  Beg for him to use me again.  Sometimes he did, sometimes he would just chuckle and tell me that I was a needy slut.
He woke early, but I was always awake before him.  I would lay in bed and let my eyes roam over his body.  Sometimes I would trace a finger along his muscles, over the bump of his dog tags, down his stomach.  I would wonder what power he had over me.  How could this man, this cock do this to me?
When he took me, any doubts I had vanished.  He was always rough.  He would wrap his fist in my hair and pull, he left marks on my throat, hips and thighs where his vice-like grip would clench.  I gave up trying to suppress the screams as waves of pleasure rolled across me.  It didn't matter who heard, I was his.
He'll be back soon.  I've learned times, and final formation should be wrapping up.  I can feel my pussy start to get wet and there's a whole swarm of butterflies in my stomach.  I need him, I want him ... and I won't leave.