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The other girls dispersed quickly and I was left on my own. I went back to my room and it was only a few minutes later that Mylene turned up with a pile of khaki clothing.
“Here’s your kit issue,” she said. “You’ll need to put on a night shirt and pack up everything else and I’ll take it to the stores.”
“OK,” I said. “Thanks. Look can we talk now?”
Mylene looked around worried as if she was expecting Forbes to appear at any minute. “Well,” she said as I started gathering up my own clothes and packing them away. “It’s all right for a minute or too. Forbes will be off having his evening tipple. Look you must read the rules and learn them by heart. And make sure you’re in bed for lights out; he’ll be around to check. The main thing is you mustn’t upset him.”
“Oh, I can see that,” I said, ruefully thinking of the beating he had just given me. “But I’m sure I’ll find a way to get around him.”
“Please don’t try, it will only mean trouble for the rest of us.”
“Is it as bad as all that?”
Mylene nodded. She turned around and pulled up her tee-shirt. Her back was criss-crossed with a series of wheals that looked every bit as bad as mine felt. They were a few days old. The bruises had developed into a delightful array of colours, blues, greens and purples. Suddenly she heard a sound in the corridor outside. Startled, she picked up the bag containing my belongings and darted out of the room.
I’d only just finished putting the kit away when the lights went out. There didn’t seem much else to do, so I climbed into bed.
About ten minutes later, I was disturbed by a torch flashing as someone came into my room. “Don’t worry, Miss,” I head Forbes’ voice say. “It’s only me. I thought I should check that you were all right after your punishment.”
“Oh, thank, you,” I said. It seemed best to be polite. “Yes, it’s all right if I lay on my side or my front.”
“Well, I’d just like to make sure.” I felt him pull back the blankets. He took the hem of my nightshirt and pulled it up to my waist. I could tell by the flash of the torch light that he was examining the cuts and bruises on my backside. Then he started stroking them, running his fingers along the lines of the wheals and then cupping my backside in his hands, evidently taking pleasure at the feel of the bruised flesh. “Yes,” he said. “They seem all right. I hope you understand, Miss, that I only do this to maintain discipline.” His hands started moving down from my buttocks towards the inside of my thighs. I bit my lip but, after the training and conditioning I’d received, I couldn’t help starting to respond to his touching.
Sergeant Forbes was beginning to notice that his attentions were not entirely unnoticed when his attention was distracted. “Forbes! Forbes!” I heard the Colonel’s voice calling.
Forbes leapt to his feet. “Sir!” he called. “I’ll be there immediately.” He turned back to me. “Right, settle down now, young lady,” he said. “And sleep with your hands outside the blankets. We don’t want any unpleasantness going on in the dormitories during the night do we?”
“No, sergeant,” I said, thinking that the most unpleasant thing, so far, was him. He got up and left. I heard him going downstairs, calling out, “Coming, Sir!” and then, thinking that the best thing I could do was to get some rest, I fell asleep.
I don’t know how long it was after that that I woke up again. Torches were flashing in the room and as I started to sit up one was shone right into my face.
“Shut her up,” a woman’s voice barked and a hand was clamped over my mouth. Others grasped my wrists and jerked them up to the rail of the bed. I felt something pulled around each of them tying them to the rail. As I struggled I caught glimpses of my assailants, three of the other girls, I assumed, all wearing their khaki tee-shirts and camouflage ski-masks. The hand came away from my mouth but before I could cry out something was pushed between my lips and a cloth was tied tightly around my mouth, making sure that I could not spit out whatever it was that was stifling my cries. More rope was added, spreading my legs by tying my ankles to each corner of the bed frame. “This is how we treat troublemakers. Giving Forbes ideas! ‘Take her example for punishment parade’ Last thing we need is him getting enthusiastic about things,” a voice hissed and my attackers left, leaving me helpless.
I was still tied to the bed when Forbes came into my room the following morning, looking for me.
“Oh, good heavens!” he exclaimed. “I will not have this horseplay in the barracks after lights out.” He untied my wrists. “Sort yourself out, Anderson and get downstairs in fatigues ready for breakfast.”
He’d left me to free my ankles myself and to take off the gag. It was only as I pulled the wad of cloth from my mouth that I realised my attackers had gagged me with a stocking and my own uniform panties.
Determined not to give my attackers any more amusement, I got washed and dressed quickly; making sure my uniform tee-shirt and trousers were neat and tidy. I didn’t want whoever it was that attacked me to have the satisfaction of seeing me look dishevelled after my ordeal.
When I got to the kitchen the rest of the girls were already sitting at the long wooden table. I thought I caught a glimpse of a smirk from Angie Connor and Lucy Banks, but I couldn’t be sure.
“Did you sleep all right?” said the Chinese girl to my left, Tsai Linn from Hong Kong, I guessed.
I nodded. “Yes, fine,” I said, helping myself to some cereal from the packets arrayed down the centre of the table.
“Oh, it’s just that I heard some noise in the night and thought it might have woken you.”
There was a muffled laugh from behind me where Angie and Lucy were sitting. Tsai Linn looked puzzled.
“No,” I said as much to the others as to Tsai Linn. “It would take more than that to disturb me.”
Forbes appeared in the kitchen and the chat around the table instantly stopped. He strode up and down the room behind us. “Right,” he said. “Kit inspection at 11 Ack Emma. Banks, you’ll assist Cadet Anderson. Make sure she gets things just right, won’t you?”
“Oh, yes Sergeant Forbes,” Lucy said with a grin. “I’ll be only too pleased to give her a few pointers.”
I had the feeling that this would mean more trouble if Lucy had been one of the girls that had attacked me but it was obvious that Forbes didn’t want to enter into a debate over which girl would be best suited to helping me.
“Good,” said Forbes. “Nice that you girls can all muck in together. Now one last thing before you all get off to your tasks. There was an unpleasant instance of bullying in the barracks last night. I will not put up with it. All you girls with the exception of Cadet Anderson will report for a physical education session in the gym immediately.”
I saw the distressed looks of the other girls at once. Quite a few of them were looking daggers at me. Then Forbes turned his attention to me. “And you, Anderson, if you could put on your dress uniform, you need to report to the Colonel for this morning’s activities. Then move all your kit down to this barrack room. I think it will be better if you are all in here together.”
I went back to my room. I wasn’t sure what Forbes meant by “dress uniform” but sorted through what there was in my cupboard. In the end I chose a white blouse with stiff red epaulettes, button down breast pockets and red tabs on the collar; a straight khaki skirt and a broad, black patent, leather belt. Tan stockings and a pair of high heeled, lace up shoes completed the outfit. I looked the part as far as I could tell.
I headed off to find the Colonel. On the way to his office I passed the gym. Inside, the others were being put through a punishing regime that combined physical jerks and beatings. Two of the girls were standing facing the wall, their hands flat on the tops of their heads, their shorts and pants around their ankles, their buttocks, raw from a thrashing. One other was bent across a vaulting horse as Forbes took aim with his cane. The others were jogging in a circle around the gym, their tee-shirts stained with the sweat of exertion from the exercise.
I hurried by, not wanting to be noticed by either the girls or Sergeant Forbes. I knocked on the door of the Colonel’s office. “Come!” he called from within.
I walked in and stood waiting for the Colonel to look up from his desk. He didn’t. “Yes?” he said irritably.
“It’s me Sir,” I said, “Sarah, err, sorry, Anderson, Sir. Sergeant Forbes said you wanted to see me.”
“He did, did he?” I was worried that I had been sent on a fool’s errand but then the Colonel seemed to reconsider, turned towards me and looked up. “Ah, good to see Forbes has got you into uniform anyway. Makes for smoother running around the house. Settling in with the other girls all right? I’m sure. Good, Good. Now, come over here.”
I walked across to stand beside where he was sitting.
“Good,” he said, now stand with your hands by your side, feet together, back straight. That’s better. Chest out! Don’t slouch! Better.” I could tell by his smirk that he was appreciating the shape of my breasts under my shirt. He reached up with one hand to brush away an imaginary mark from my shirt pocket. It took longer than necessary, even if there had been anything there. I stood still, tolerating his attentions, trying to suppress the response of my sexualisation conditioning and knowing that to object would only earn me a beating from Forbes or worse. “You’ll do, I suppose,” he sniffed. “Now here’s what I want doing. You can use Clegg’s systems, I assume?”
“Yes, Sir,” I said. I didn’t think I needed to elaborate.
“Fine. In which case I want you to sort out half a dozen more girls for me from his - what does he call it? - oh, yes, the ‘search and snatch’ service. I’m looking for some young ladies that might benefit from taking down a peg or two. I’m tired of seeing how we seem to be pushed around by the French, the Germans, or even the Belgians for heaven sake. I feel the need to have some of our European friends experience their proper position in Europe – under British direction and rule. So, see what you can do. I’ll want a short list of a dozen. I’ll be asking Clegg’s people to pick up six, I think. Just see what you can do, will you? The PC is in there,” he gestured to a side room. “You might as well get on with it.”
He didn’t wait for me to say anything, but span his wheel chair around and headed out of the room.
I spent the next hour working on the list for the Colonel. I’d almost finished when I heard Forbes bellowing outside. “Dog Handling detail – Atten… shun!” I glanced through the window Lucy and Eva were standing stiffly at attention. Still wearing their PT kit they also sported red armbands with the words “Dog Section” emblazoned on them. They both looked petrified, staring at a wire compound on the far side of the garden with trepidation. “Right,” shouted Forbes. “Detail to carry out feeding and exercise duties. At the double!”
Each of the girls picked up a metal dish that had already been piled high with food and a dog leash. Under Forbes’s supervision the two of them trotted across the garden to the compound, unfastening the wire mesh gate and letting themselves inside before shutting the gate behind them. At once there was a snarling and barking from a kennel in the corner of the compound, as two large Alsatian dogs, evidently chained by their collars lurched forward, out of their kennel and towards the girls. Terrified they put the feeding bowls down not far from the compound gate. The girls were obviously both scared by the dogs and with good cause; the animals appeared to be barely restrained by their chains. “Get on with it!” called Forbes as Lucy went to fasten her leash to the first of the dogs. The Alsatian was trying to push past her and practically knocked her to the floor of the compound in its attempt to reach the food. Lucy wisely didn’t try to stop it, allowing the dog to drag her half running across the compound. Eva had little more success in controlling her dog and soon both were feeding enthusiastically. Forbes ordered the girls to stand at attention while the dogs ate.
Satisfied with their food, the dogs were just about prepared to allow the girls to exercise them by walking them around their compound. From where I was watching it looked more like the dogs were exercising the girls than the other way around but eventually Forbes called a halt and told the girls to get the dogs back in their kennels. This brought forth more growls and barks but eventually the girls succeeded and left the compound in relief.
While this had been going on I’d carried on with my work but and then I realised that I had left myself almost no time in which to get ready for Forbes’s kit inspection. I hurried off to what had been my room, gathered up all my kit and ran down to the barracks room to find that the other girls had almost finished laying out their kit.
Luckily I was able to copy what they had done, putting my clothes and other items neatly in order on the bed. I was especially worried because my bed was nearest the door and that meant, I guessed, that it would be my bed that would be inspected first of all.
I wanted to ask Lucy why Forbes had the dogs but she cut me off, saying she didn’t have time to tell me about it because she had some important advice. I wasn’t sure that I trusted her, but Forbes had asked her to help me, so I guessed that it wouldn’t be smart of her to give me a wrong steer. She pointed out a couple of mistakes I’d made. I’d put my uniform shorts on the left of the bed with my spare bras and knickers below them when they should all have been on the right, and I hadn’t folded my drill t-shirts properly. I quickly corrected things and then, as we heard the sounds of Forbes and the Colonel approaching, she hissed, “Don’t forget when he calls you to attention you have to strip off your skirt and unbutton your blouse.”
I barely had time to pull myself to attention as Forbes and the Colonel came in. I suppose I was a bit naïve, but I guess I’m always ready to help people and I tend to think the best of others too. And, of course, since the training that I was put through at Clegg’s centre, I am only too willing to comply with anything that involves sexual activity. So, when Sergeant Forbes, called, “Cadet Anderson, atten – shun!” I clicked my heels together, straightened my back, stuck out my chest (to the noticeable approval of the Colonel), unzipped my skirt and unpopped the buttons of my blouse with a speed that meant that the Colonel had an excellent view of my breasts before my skirt had fallen around my ankles.
The Colonel looked delighted. Forbes looked furious; one eyebrow was twitching neurotically. Somewhere behind me there was a muffled guffaw as one or more of the other girls tried to stifle laughter.
“I see, Anderson,” Forbes fumed. “Determined to draw attention to yourself are you?” I didn’t get the chance to say anything. “Well you’ll have some attention from me all right!” Without another word he grabbed me by the back of my neck, span me around and bent me over the end rail of the bed. He dragged down my pants. Moments later I felt the painful crack of his cane across my naked buttocks; once, twice, three, four times. The last blow landed low cutting into the top of my thighs and practically pushing me forward onto the bed. “We’ll have inspection done in the usual manner here, Anderson,” Forbes hissed as he pulled me up again.
“Yes Sergeant,” I sobbed, the pain of the strokes, still throbbing in my backside. It was only as I straightened up that I saw the Colonel sat in his wheel chair, grinning greatly at the spectacle he had just witnessed and, from the movements of his hands beneath the blanket that was stretched across his lap, taking his usual pleasure as a result.
I was upset at the way that the some of the girls were teasing me. After all, I hadn’t done anything deliberately to make their lives more difficult. It looked like Lucy and Angie were out to make my life as difficult as possible. I didn’t think there was much point in reacting, though. As far as I could see that would only cause more trouble.
Eva had explained about the dogs. Apparently they were left to roam in the grounds at night both to deter any potential intruders and to discourage any of the girls from thoughts of escape. The girls were all terrified of being on dog handling duties. The things were virtually wild and it was hard to avoid being bitten.
I hoped that I’d be able to get out of working with the dogs, I’ve never liked the things, but, in the mean time, I had some other work to do, sorting out the Colonel’s recruitment problem.
I hated doing it, knowing that I was condemning the women to abduction, rape and torture. Forbes, however, took great delight in suggesting the various fates that might befall me if I wasn’t cooperative and once the other girls found out what was going on they made it pretty plain that I’d better help get some others as a way of making life easier for them. So, reluctantly, I’d helped the Colonel to build up a short list.
It hadn’t even taken that long. Clegg had just established a working relationship with one of the European organisations which meant that his on-line catalogue was now linked up their systems. I spent an afternoon going through the various sections of the site, matching up possible abductees with the Colonel’s requirements. At least, I thought, if I got this finished I could get back to the office and away from the unpleasant attentions of Snell, Forbes and the others.
Unfortunately it wasn’t to be. When I presented the Colonel with the short list he seemed quite happy but he wasn’t in any hurry to send me back to Clegg and his organisation.
“No, no,” he said when I suggested that I could be getting back. “No. You’ve done an excellent job so far and I’d like you to see it through. Keep an eye on progress. See how Clegg’s boys and girls are getting on. You can be my liaison officer for this.” With that he waved me away.
It was only a little later that I got myself into trouble with Angie and Lucy again. And I managed to upset Mylene too.
I was coming back from working on the Colonel’s short list when I caught up with Tsai Linn in the corridor. At the far end Angie and Lucy were busily polishing the wood and brass work around the front door, going about it in just the strict way that Forbes prescribed. Mylene was helping as best she could with one arm in a sling. She was holding the tray containing the array of cleaning materials, each in their colour coded and numbered bottles. Angie and Lucy went about their task with almost mathematical precision. “They’re really doing it by numbers, aren’t they?” I whispered to Tsai Linn. “I’m surprised Forbes hasn’t got them satisfying the Colonel’s enthusiasm with some drill or other. Zip down, two three. Penis out two three. Hand on member and grip, two three. Hand down, two three. Hand up, two…” Tsai Linn’s smiling face suddenly turned to a look of horror as she saw something behind me and at once I knew I was in trouble.
“What a very interesting idea, Cadet Anderson,” I heard Forbes say.
I turned around. Forbes didn’t look amused. In an attempt to bluff my way out of trouble, I said, “Oh, sorry, Sergeant, it’s just that I know the Colonel likes everything just so. I really didn’t mean to be…”
Forbes looked as though he didn’t believe a word of what I was saying but neither was he in the least bit concerned. “Not at all. I intend to try it out. In fact, we will work on it this evening. Join us in the gym at twenty hundred hours.” He stalked off down the corridor to talk to the three others.
Tsai Linn was sympathetic but I could imagine that this was going to cause more problems and if I was seen to be behind it, I’d be in more trouble too.
I reported to the gym at eight o’clock as ordered and there to see Forbes, Angie and Lucy waiting. “Excellent,” Forbes called. “On time, I’m glad to see.” So was I. I had no wish for a repetition of my first nights punishment. “Well, as the one behind this idea, I thought you would want to see it put into action.” Lucy and Angie looked at me with a look of puzzlement and distrust.
Moments later the doors to the gym opened and Tsai Linn came in pushing a wheel chair. In the chair was Mylene. She’d been dressed in one of the Colonel’s outfits, a pair of check trousers, a pale shirt and a dark green tie. She’d been tied up by her wrist to the arms of the wheel chair and gagged with a strip of tape across her mouth. Two further items served to ensure she represented the Colonel as well as she could; her tits had been strapped flat against her chest, which given their size must have been painful, and a false moustache that was a reasonable facsimile of Basher’s had been fastened to her upper lip. It was clear that she was unhappy with her fancy dress from the way that she was wriggling on the chair and grunting into her gag.
“Be still!” barked Forbes cracking his swagger stick on the wheel of her chair. Startled, Mylene stopped her struggles. “Right,” Forbes said turning to the two other girls. “We’ll try this drill now. You heard the Doctor, this RS - bloody - I results from inadequate exercise.” That wasn’t what I had understood but I didn’t think there would be any prizes for interruptions so I kept quiet. “So, we will practice. Connor,” Angie stiffened instinctively in response. “By the wheelchair, kneel. Good. Now, right arm behind your back and with the left hand, unfasten the trouser zip.”
Angie looked confused but did as she was ordered. As the zip slid back, an artificial phallus of unlikely dimensions sprang out, startling the Canadian.
“Don’t jump, girl,” Forbes snapped.
“Sorry, Sergeant,” Angie apologised.
“Right, now, with the left hand, manipulate the member. Hand down, hand up. Hand down, hand up. And grip. … And relax. And repeat.” Angie followed Forbes’s instructions and as she did so it became evident that Mylene was becoming aroused. “Very good,” said Forbes. “The whole thing is linked up so that Miss Dobbs will experience some pleasurable sensations if you are doing it right and, oops!” Mylene squealed in pain as Angie moved her hand. “And some less pleasurable ones if you are not. You’d better keep your mind on what you are doing if you don’t want to cause your friend more discomfort than is absolutely necessary. Keep going! Just the left hand, mind. That’s it. Hand down. Hand up. Hand down. Hand Up. And grip. And relax. And repeat.” Mylene’s squeals were becoming confused from the mixture of pain and pleasure that overwhelmed her as Angie continued with the drill. Forbes insisted that Angie continue for fifteen minutes and then had Lucy change places with her. For Mylene, though there was no respite and an hour all three of them were looking daggers at me.
Moments later the Colonel buzzed down and asked for me to be sent up to see him. I wasn’t sorry to leave the other girls to their task.
“The Colonel wants a progress report,” Forbes had put his head around the door to the cubby hole where I was working at my PC.
“Yes, Sergeant,” I said, picking up the folder that held my notes on the latest position on the project.
“Right,” said Forbes, as I got up. “Ten – shun, cap on, left face, quick march!”
I’d done enough drill with the other girls to be able to follow his orders as he marched me down the corridor and into the conservatory at the back of the house. Inside, sweltering in the artificially heated and humidified environment, the colonel was amusing himself with his collection of tropical spiders.
Almost as soon as I stepped through the door I could feel the sweat pour off me, soaking my shirt and dripping down my cheek from the leather band of my uniform beret.
“Right face, one, two, halt. Cap – off!” Forbes barked. “Anderson, sir. With your report,” he said to the colonel.
“Thank you, sergeant,” Snell replied. “Stand easy.”
“Anderson! Stand at – ease. Stand easy.”
I relaxed with relief. The heat and humidity was oppressive enough without having to stand rigidly. The colonel picked a particularly large and unpleasant looking spider from the broad leaf of a plant that overhung his wheel chair. He peered at it disapprovingly as he dropped it into a Perspex box. “Nasty things,” he said. “Vicious, violent, poisonous. Just like most people, what?” He turned towards me. “So, how is the project progressing? Are Clegg’s team on track?”
“Quite well, Sir,” I began. “If you’d like to look at these photographs, here…”
“Just tell me girl, just tell me.” He turned his attention back to the spider.
I carried on explaining things. “The Research Group has developed a detailed profile of all five of the targets and they have identified opportunities for collecting each of them. Two of them should be in the hands of Mr Clegg’s people by the weekend, the remainder in the following five days.
“And the collection approach? Thing I like about is Clegg is he runs his collections like military operations. Quite envy him, you know. Small teams of troops. Clear objectives. Proper briefing. That’s the way to do it. Isn’t that so, Forbes?”
“Sir!” Forbes responded.
I told the colonel how I’d communicated his requirements to Clegg’s people and that I was sure that Clegg’s operations would be executed as effectively as ever. He seemed satisfied but was keen to have a detailed report on the collections when they had occurred.
Suddenly outside the conservatory there was a loud barking and growling. Eva went by at a run, evidently being dragged along by one of the dogs. The Colonel turned to his Sergeant. “Your handlers need to keep those dogs under better control, Forbes,“ he said disapprovingly. “See that one gets a bit more practice.”
By the time I’d finished briefing the Colonel, I was dripping with sweat from the heat and humidity in the conservatory. I took the opportunity of a quiet few minutes to slip off to the showers at the end of the dormitory block. All the other girls were off at their duties so I had the shower block to myself. It didn’t take a moment to slip out of my uniform and soon I was enjoying the stream of hot water and the feel of the soap on my skin. I’d just worked the shampoo into my hair when I heard a whirring noise behind me. I didn’t think anything of it at first but then, when I turned around to let the jet of water from the shower stream down my back, I found I was being watched by the Colonel, grinning from ear to ear, his hands busy under the blanket across his lap. The whirring had been the sound of his electric wheelchair coming into the shower block.
I gave a squeal of shock. “Don’t mind me, dear,” he responded. “You carry on. Glad to see you taking cleanliness seriously. Lack of cleanliness causes all sorts of problems in the field. Get into the right habits in the barracks and they’ll stay with you in the field.”
“Yes sir,” I said, almost feeling I ought to be saluting but instead making a feeble effort to cover my breasts with one arm and my crotch with the other and a face cloth. My ineffectual efforts only served to amuse the Colonel more. In the end I decided that he wasn’t going to leave so I might as well get on and enjoy the shower I’d been planning to have. I soaped myself and then rinsed off. I reached up to the shower head to take it from its fitting so that I could rinse my hair properly and sprayed the jet so the water ran down through my hair and over my shoulders. I stretched up again to put the shower head back and then realising that I’d dropped the soap bent forward to pick it up.
The last movement must have been too much for the Colonel. I heard him give an “Ahh!” and then heard the whirring of his wheel chair again. As I turned around I saw him disappearing through the door of the shower block. I was able to get dried and dressed without being further disturbed.
That evening when we had all finished work, Forbes was supervising us as we got ready for bed. He stood in the middle of the barrack room, arms folded, watching closely as we all undressed. As usual, once we’d undressed, we had to stand to attention, naked at the foot of our beds to wait for his orders. He didn’t worry that it was freezing; in fact he seemed to be taking a particular delight in the way that some of the girls’ nipples had perked up in the cold of the barrack room. Eventually we were all standing, waiting for his word. He strolled up and down the room, inspecting each of us closely. When he got to me he ran the tip of his cane across my belly and up between my breasts, bringing it to rest under my chin. “Had no more trouble with the other girls, have you Anderson?” he asked.
“No, Sergeant,” I responded.
“Glad to hear it,” he said. “No room for disruptive elements here. Disturbs discipline. Prejudicial to good order in the unit. Understand?”
“Yes, Sergeant.”
Forbes gave a “hmm,” and turned back to the room. “Right. Squad! Squad, into bed!” Grateful to be excused his further attentions all of the girls climbed quickly into their beds, all laying as instructed, flat on our backs with our arms outside the bedclothes. “Good night!” he barked as he turned on his heel and marched out of the barrack room. I heard the door slam and lock. Moments later the light went out.
We all knew better than to start talking. Tsai Linn had told me of times when Forbes had overheard the girls talking after lights out and had come back into the barrack room, gagged all of them and shackled them to their beds for the night. Nobody wanted another dose of that.
Even so, after about ten minutes, Lucy hissed, “I hope you’re ready to take your medicine, Anderson.”
Somebody else went “Shhh! He’ll hear!”
“No he won’t,” Lucy said, “He’s off tonight. I heard the Colonel telling him it would be all right. He’s gone down into town for a concert by the band of his old regiment. He won’t be back for hours and when he is, he’ll be as pissed as anything.” Sure enough after a moment or two I heard the sounds of a car starting up outside and driving off. In no time at all, Angie and Lucy were sitting on my bed, one on either side pinning me down. Mylene was perched at the end. “You’ve caused us a lot of grief,” she said.
“Yes,” pitched in Angie, “first of all making more work for us, then getting us into trouble with that punishment drill session.”
“That wasn’t my fault,” I protested. “That was because you tied me up in bed.”
“You let on who it was.”
“I didn’t. It was just that Forbes found me like that. I couldn’t get free. It wasn’t my fault that he punished you.”
“Then there was that stupid idea about wanking by numbers.” Lucy added her complaint.
“Oh, I know that was my fault, but I didn’t mean for Forbes to overhear.”
“Of course you didn’t. It’s just that you don’t know when to keep your mouth shut. Well, you’re going to learn!” Angie pulled back the bed clothes and the two others leapt on me. Mylene grabbed my wrists and twisted them behind me. Lucy pushed my face down into the pillow until I was almost unable to breath. I felt something being tied around my wrists. Then Angie I guessed, went to work on my ankles, tying them as well. “That’s got her,” said Angie and Lucy let go my head. As I gasped for breath a wad of cloth was pushed into my mouth and a strip pulled over it to gag me. The three of them pulled me up so I was sitting on the bed. I saw Tsai Linn get out of bed and come running over.
“Please leave her,” she said. “She didn’t mean any harm. It’s not fair of you to bully her like this.” Angie, Lucy and Mylene exchanged glances. Lucy nodded and the three of them were on their feet immediately.
“If you’re so keen on her, you get the same treatment,” Angie said as Mylene and Lucy grabbed Tsai Linn. Although she struggled she could not prevail against the three of them and soon she was dumped down on the bed beside me, bound and gagged as well.
Outside, the dogs had been let loose in the grounds by Forbes as he had left. Disturbed by what was going on inside the house they were snarling and barking, jumping up at the wire mesh that covered the windows of the dormitory. Mylene backed away startled by one of the dogs as he jumped up at the window. Angie and the others ignored their barking and soon it calmed down.
“Anyone else want to try?” Angie called out to the dormitory. There weren’t any replies.
Looking at Tsai Linn, I could see that we had both been bound with strips of cloth torn from bed sheets. It mightn’t have been very sophisticated but it certainly worked. I tried flexing my wrists to try to loosen my bonds but with no effect. Mylene rewarded my attempts by jerking my ankles back and linking the strip of cloth that held them to my wrists in a hog-tie. She turned to the other girls. “I know what I want to do for this one,” she said, “after sitting in that wheel chair all afternoon. Where’s that strap-on that I was wearing?”
Angie produced the strap-on and harness from one of the bedside cupboards and Mylene quickly buckled it on. Kneeling on the bed in front of me she unfastened my gag and snarled, “I had to spend all afternoon in this, now you can get a taste of it.” She pushed the dildo up against my lips.
Instantly, in my mind, I was back in the sex-training suite in Clegg’s Prep Centre. My conditioning kicked in and I was soon sucking greedily on the artificial penis. “Hey, you’re not supposed to enjoy that,” said Mylene trying to back away. I wriggled after her as best as my bonds would allow.
“She’s really keen, isn’t she?” laughed Lucy as I dived forward, my tongue licking at the soft pink rubber dildo. Mylene tried to push my head away. I whimpered in frustration at being denied the sexual contact that my conditioning demanded and wriggled some more. Mylene edged backwards and tumbled off the bed, me following, by now highly aroused. As Mylene tried to recover herself, I was pressing my naked body against hers, now trying to nuzzle at her neck, next trying to kiss and lick her tits.
It took a giggling Lucy and Angie to drag me off her.
“She practically raped me!” complained Mylene. “She’s tied up and she practically raped me!”
There was a noise from the corridor.
“Oh shit,” Angie exclaimed, “Forbes is back. Quick!” She forced the gag back into my mouth, while Mylene clambered out of the strap on harness. Angie, Lucy and Mylene pushed Tsai Linn and me under the covers of my bed and dived back into their own cots just as the door opened.
Forbes was silhouetted in the door way, the beam of his torch bouncing erratically around the barrack room. “Where’s my girls?” he slurred, evidently the worse for a drink while out at the concert. “Where’s all my lovely girls? I hope you’re being good. Got to keep discipline. Are you being good?”
Tsai Linn and I were pressed together under the bedclothes, my naked body against hers. Still aroused by the sexual activities of before, I couldn’t prevent myself pressing against her, first trying to manoeuvre my head into a position where I could nuzzle at her small breasts and then pressing my thighs against her own. Even with Forbes as drunk as he was he couldn’t fail to notice the movement beneath my bedclothes. The torch beam fell on our faces as he pulled back the blanket.
“Oh, hoh! Oh, very hoh!” he exclaimed in a slur as he pulled all the bedclothes from us. “What have we here? Two girls playing together? That’s not right! Two girls playing kinky games? That’s not right either. Not right at all. Must have discipline! Need to be shown what’s the right order of things. Anderson? Dear, dear, dear! Linn? Dear, dear, dear! I’ll show you the way things should be.” With that he stood back and began unfastening his trousers. He pulled out his thick stubby cock and dragged me up from the bed by my hair. “Now if you want to play young lady, this is what you should be playing with. Look after the Sergeant and he’ll look after you.” He pulled my gag away and pushed my head down towards his crotch. Surprised that I needed no further urging he grunted happily as I set to licking and sucking at his member as it became progressively stiffer and more engorged. It didn’t get much longer but if certainly got fatter as I kissed and nuzzled against it. Forbes started singing, a military march that he’d obviously heard that evening, “Some talk of Alexander….” The stiffer his cock got, the louder he sang. “And some of Hercules, of Hector and Lysander and such great names as these….” He pulled his cock from my mouth, laughed as I tried to push back towards him, and took to mauling my breasts instead. Then poor Tsai Linn, who had been struggling against her ties on the bed was brought into Forbes’s games. “Let’s take this one, she’ll have a tight little cunt,” Forbes smirked, rolling Tsai Linn over and then pulling her up so her buttocks were in the air. He crouched behind her trying to take her from behind. She was whimpering in fear and disgust. He pulled my head up to Tsai Linn’s tits. “Go on,” he urged. “You have some fun too!” He was pinching and squeezing my breasts as I kissed and suckled at Tsai Linn’s nipples. I felt each stroke as he pushed against Tsai Linn’s arse. “But of all the world’s great heroes,” he sang getting louder all the time. “There’s none that can compare….” He grunted, evidently close to orgasm. “With a tow, row, row, row, row, row, row, for the British Grenadiers!” His body bucked against Tsai Linn, his hands squeezed tighter on my tits and he came with a grunt and an even louder “BRITISH GRENADIERS!!”
The dogs outside answered his bellows with snapping and yowling.
Forbes fell back on the bed, sated. He had one arm around Tsai Linn’s neck and one around mine dragging us to lie alongside him on the bed, our heads up close against his armpits. “You’re nice to old Forbesie,” he slurred. “My nice girls. Good to their Sergeant. Look after your Sergeant and he’ll look after you.” In another instant he was asleep, snoring deeply in a drunken stupor with his arms still rigidly locked around our necks. We had no choice but to try to sleep as best we could.
At some point in the night Forbes recovered consciousness, unwound himself from the two of us and slunk away. It took Tsai Linn and I the rest of the night to struggle free of our bonds.
© 2007 Freddie Clegg
All characters fictitious.
All characters fictitious.
Sarah and Basher feature in
Freddie’s story “Market Forces” available here.
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