3 comments/ 76130 views/ 25 favorites Chained and Chastened By: kurtknout DAY ONE "Welcome, ladies--or, should I say warriors? You are about to begin the most rigorous phase of your training. As you know, you have been carefully screened for your top secret mission, and have completed the physical and weapons courses. This psychological stress segment of your training may well be an even more demandinig challenge. Colonel Schmertz will give you the details; I'll leave you to her--tender care." The trim greyhaired general surveyed his audience with cold eyes. The small briefing room at a secret CIA base held fifteen young women, smartly dressed in marine corps camo uniforms, upright on their folding chairs, awaiting their next challenge. They were volunteers, they thought. Actually, they had been selected by a sophisticated computer program designed to study women under extreme stress--and break them. A high CIA official (a secret bondage and discipline devotee with links to private corporations) had got funding for the project under highly irregular circumstances. Blondes, brunettes, redheads, all young, attractive, physically fit, mainly caucasian, but blacks and asians were also represented. Unbeknown to them, they had also been selected for a lack of significant contacts; families, spouses, close friends. Should they 'disappear' at the end of their training, no one would care too deeply. One candidate, Kristin Nyquist, was a bit of a ringer. She had volunteered along with the others (with phony credentials); actually she was a skilled reporter assigned to do a newspaper expose of the program when--and if--she completed it. So far, so good, although the physical drilling, the combat courses, the firearm range had been difficult. The strict military discipline was hard at first, but she and most of the others had grown used to it. She had lost a few pounds, her already well toned body glowed with health. There had been few dropouts. Now she waited with her small unit: what was this next challenge to be? Colonel Schmertz stepped forward. She was a striking woman, a bit forbidding, her lush body only partially deemphasised by her severe tightly tailored uniform. Her glossy dark hair was drawn back into a bun, (possibly a wig? Kristin wondered), her lips were tight, unsmiling. Her eyes gleamed behind hornrimmed glasses. She strode to the microphone and coolly surveyed her audience, tapping her swagger stick--or was it a whip?--against one high leather boot. "Ladies. Here is your assignment. It is not for the weak. From this moment forward consider yourselves no longer trainees, but prisoners in an enemy detention center much more brutal and severe than you can imagine. Much more. Your time of incarceration will depend on how well you withstand the ordeal. I will be the commandant, if you will, of your prison camp. I am not, as you may suspect, a soft hearted person. You may have noticed the armed guards who have entered the room. As you file out, please initial the 'hold harmless' forms at the rear of the building. This is your last chance to decline this defining mission. Patriots do not flinch in the face of the unknown. " The women looked at one another. Murmers, consternation, faint protests. "What's this prisoner shit?" "she's just trying to scare us, to get us to drop out." "I been in jail before, ain't no big thing." "Marcia, this is kinda scary; I'm not sure I..." "Cool it, they're just doing a trip on us; this is all bogus." Kristin was silent, and excited. This was what she had hoped for, an inside look at some of the CIA techniques, the tactics they had taught the Central American officers at Fort Benning, the Abu Ghraib fiasco. What else were they hiding? She sensed a scoop; a mingled feeling of excitement and a bit of fear. Prison? Brutal enemy? How bad could that be? She was soon to find out. Only three of the women opted out; Kristin was not one of them. Having signed away her freedom, she was herded with her classmates into a bleak concrete building. The uniformed MPs hustled the women along with wooden batons. Inside, in a stark room lit with sputtering flourescent lights, the women were prodded rudely into two lines. "Attention, prisoners. No, you are not ladies, or cadets, or anything else. You are my prisoners! You are scum! And you will obey my every demand. Is that clear?" * The captives gasped. Somehow Col. Schmertz had shed her uniform and stood before them in a gleaming, skintight leather jacket and corset; now she was blonde, with a Nazi officer's cap and leather jacket. She confronted them, holding a .45 automatic at her side. "Oh shit! She's a bull dyke! I got a bad feeling about this!" Angie, a long haired busty folksinger turned computer programmer, murmured to Kristin, who also was feeling a twinge of terror. 'What was this creepy dominatrix--that's what she looked like-- up to?' she asked herself. Schmertz continued: "My first order is: take off your clothes. Strip!" The women were stunned, disbelieving. A few fumbled at their shirt buttons. The rest protested: "Hey, what kinda shit is this? " I never signed on to.." "Get those cops outta here." "This is outrageous!" And so on. " Silence! Prisoners! Strip! Completely. You are no longer marines. You are my personal slaves. Now, get naked. Or my--policemen will be glad to help you." Kristin glanced at the beefy cop near her, leering, sliding his hand suggestively over his night stick. Shuddering, she unbuttoned her camo shirt, then stepped out of her pants. Bending over, she unlaced and discarded her combat boots. And stood. Around her, the other girls were reluctantly stripping, one or two in tears. LIke Kristin, most had kept their underwear on, until Schmertz's voice screeched through the microphone. "Prisoners! I said naked! Bare assed naked! You there, with the wonderbra! Take it off! Now! Do it now! And stand at attention!" Janeesha, a statuesque social worker, refused to budge at first. One leering guard moved closer, his hands about to touch her magnificent black ass. She gave him a haughty look and shrugged out of her panties, unhooked her bra amd stood, proud and naked , flaunting her sexuality. * Kristin took off her bra, pulled down her panties, took a deep breath and tried to stand as tall as Janeesha had, facing front, pretending to ignore the grinning cop (or was he a cop?) at her side. She blushed and dropped her eyes as she exposed herself. She was proud of her body; her usual wardrobe was provocative; but now, naked in front of the grinning guards she was mortified, strangely shy. This was more than she had bargained for. "Hey." She told herself, uneasily. "Whatever happens now, this is going to be a totally dynamite story!' The old saw, whistling in the graveyard, came to mind. * All the women were naked now, some defiant, some whimpering, their proud marine uniforms and boots at their feet. Kristin realized: 'my digital camera's in my pocket! Nothing to do about it now!' The women with the best tits stood most proudly, Kristin noted; she was one of them. Vanity never sleeps. 'So, now we're naked, humiliated; that's what they want, I guess. What next?' * "Excellent!" Col. Schmertz surveyed the twelve naked women with a tight smile. "First, you are to remain silent! Secondly, you will be restrained and processed..." A slender blonde wearing glasses interrupted her: "Restrained? Processed? You are violating our--mmmph!" Before she could finish her protest, two of the flanking guards had seized her, gagged her with a ball gag, and handcuffed her arms behind her, moving with terrible efficiency. Schmertz smiled once more. "I said silence, remember? Bring her here! Now!" The two uniformed men muscled the blonde up to the podium, where she stood, trembling now, but still defiant . She glared at the leather clad officer; the gag muffled the words she would have liked to say. "Disobediece equals discipline. Harsh discipline! Watch closely, prisoners! " To the guards: "Bend her over!" * The blonde librarian, Alice, was bent at the waist, her glasses fell off. Schmertz lashed her savagely with her riding crop. One, two, three swift slashes marked her pale bottom; the red welts were clearly visible to her shocked fellow prisoners. As she writhed and moaned behind her gag, there was an audible gasp and one or two sobs. Schmertz said, as the whimpering blonde sagged between the two guards: " Silence. And restraints. Line up, ladies. Single file. Quickly!" As the women were herded by the prodding, grinning cops through a double door, Kristin experienced real terror for the first time. Up until now, this was an assignment, an adventure, a bit frightening and degrading ; she had resented the nudity, but such a great story, if she could just survive to tell it.' But now, that savage whipping, the leering guards, and especially the colonel's almost palpable evil vibes--she was really scared, regretting her whole plan. She was suddenly aware that the leather clad colonel was staring directly at her with a steely gaze. Kirstin quailed. She had hoped not to attract any attention. She slumped againt the wall, trying to look inconspicuous, to cover herself; too late. Colonel Schmertz with a tight cruel smile gestured at Kristin with her whip, "You there. Yes you, the big titted blonde. Front and center! You have the honor to be our first customer in the discipline barracks." * She nodded to the guards who shoved Kristin into the doorway where her arms were brusquely pulled behind her. Click. Click. Before she could protest she was handcuffed In heavy iron manacles, tight, pressing against her bare bottom, totally immobilizing her. She was terrified. Why had she been singled out? Had her newspaper assignment been discovered? And the handcuffs themselves...she shuddered, aware that the colonel's cold stare continued to regard her, possibly with sexual intensity. Kirstin's knees almost buckled. The cuffs were so tight, so heavy! * Her shoulders were stressed, pulled back; her breasts jutted forward. Suddenly the memory of the one other time she had been cuffed flooded back: a student protest, a corrupt cop. She remembered her ordeal in that alley; fondled, caressed, totally unable to prevent the outrage and the dirty sense of shame, of feeling soiled as he fumbled under her miniskirt and fingered her, helpless with the harsh steel on her wrists. That was then, this was the all too real now. As she struggled frantically, futiley, she saw the others being handcuffed too; one blonde, Susie, a total airhead, was still unaware of what was happening, and even smiled winsomely at the guard as he cuffed her. "Little fool!" Kristin cursed under her breath. * Click. Click. Click. The grim sound echoed, signifying their loss of freedom. Soon all twelve prisoners were handcuffed and herded into a dank concrete room with showers and open pit toilets; some sort of primitive locker room, perhaps. The whipped blonde, Alice, cuffed and gagged, continued her muffled moans; several of the other women nudged close, trying to comfort her. The captives were confronted by a group of...what? Kristin was confused ; her worry had become outright panic. The six women--guards?-- confronting her were wearing some sort of uniform: tight leather skirts, shirts, ties, peaked officers hats. They looked like a Nazi chorus line, or some S and M, B and D fantasy. As they roughly shoved the cuffed women into the center of the damp concrete room, abusing and slapping them, viciously tweaking a nipple or two, Col. Schmertz spoke once more. * "Let me introduce your matrons. During your imprisonment, you will obey them implicitly!" The uniformed women smirked, a few brandished whips. Colonel Schmertz grinned maliciously. "Now your indoctrination begins! Matrons, strap them to the showers!" Consternation. The cuffed victims were no match for their whip wielding oppresors. Some tried to resist, to no avail. Some of the male guards, now lingering in the doorway anticipating the show to come, helped the female torturers. Soon all twelve women were strapped or cuffed or otherwise restrained against the damp concrete wall. Several of the captives, shouting angrily, had been ruthlessly gagged, and were now choking on the big ball gags as they were strapped or chained to the showerheads. * Schmertz could scarcely contain her glee; these were the sadistic moments she lived for! "And now, you dirty whores! It's shower time!" The chained women looked at one another, confused and fearful. Showers? What now? The nazi matrons turned on high pressure hoses. Stinging jets of icy water punished the screaming women; chained, twisting and turning, they could not elude the frigid blasts. The sadistic matrons focused the nozzles on breasts and bellies. The screams subsided to waterlogged sputters and whimpers. * * The uniformed guards were merciless; the icy hosing continued; the demoralized women, most of them now sobbing, were no longer trying to escape the icy jets. The cruel soaking seemed to go on forever, or so it seemed to the miserable women. The nazi matrons were enjoying themselves; the watching male guards were hooting and cheering as the torture continued. "Look at that bitch squirm!", one exulted. "You mean that hot blonde with the tits? She's really gettiing her pussy flushed!" his buddy chuckled. Kristin gritted her teeth and tried to endure, to just hold on. Then one of the matrons approached her with a length of black rope. What now? She soon found out. * Kristin was one of the captives selected for special treatment. With Col. Schmertz's urging, the matrons had devised even more ingenious forms of water torture. Tying ropes around the waists and through the crotches of some of the dripping women, they tugged the ropes through ovehead pulleys and tied them to empty pails. As the sprayed water filled the pails, they got heavier and heavier--the vicious hosing was still in full force-- the wet ropes sawed through their pubic clefts ; the pails filled, pulling them up on their toes, and finally off the floor, dangling, suspended by the abrading wet ropes. * * And still the merciless hosing continued. Kristin, soaked, shivering, now on tiptoe with a harsh rope sawing into her cunt as her pail filled, moaned once more with outrage and misery. Splash! Another stinging jet of water in the face. And another. Kristin's spirits were eroding fast--washed away. * Finally Schmertz signaled a halt. With her experience as a torturer she sensed that this group of recruits was effectively broken, or nearly so. She exulted. She loved this rush, this moment of domination. She smiled and gave a nod to her nazi matrons; They had done this before; they understood what was about to happen. One statuesque brunette matron in high leather boots, Dashka (known as Dashka the Dyke) stripped off her top and joined the soaked prisoners, slowly at first, like a panther stalking her prey. What now? The chained soaking women shivered, from fear as well as the icy water as Dashka began terrorizing them at her leisure, hosing them at close range, forcing them to their knees for lesbian foreplay, fondling their dripping cunts; the soaked women could not escape her torture. Kristin was slated to be one of the victims, a very special victim. * Dashka stalked them slowly., selecting her victims at random. She stroked, then abused them, two or three at a time, forcing her perverted attentions on them, fondling, slapping, and always fingering their wet crotches. The male guards crowded the shower room doors grinning and nudging onenother; this was always the best show in town. * Dashka saved Kristin for dessert, forcing the shamed bedraggled blonde between her widespread thighs for a long bout of forced cunnilingus; It seemed to go on forever. Somehow the presence of the smirking guards who had gathered to watch the show only deepened her sense of shame. Finally the colonel intervened, smiling sweetly at the twisted matron: "That will do for now, Dashka, my dear. Remember, girls, we have many more showers in store for you." The prisoners, soaked, whipped, and now sexually humiliated, scarcely protested as they were unchained from the showers and reshackled for a forced march to their barracks. * Schmertz was quite satisfied with herself and today's progress. They were nearly broken already! Just a few more days....The sadistic Colonel's employers (not the government, as the volunteers and Kristin had assumed, but a private, multinational crime syndicate dealing in white slave prostitution, among other crimes, was behind the whole evil project. Millions had been spent to bribe lawmakers and several top pentagon and CIA officials and base commanders to set up the elaborate hoax that had entrapped Kristin's class--and five prior groups of hapless victims.) Her superiors would be proud of this day's work, Schmertz gloated to herself.. And more days of domination to come! She had that one strawberry blonde, that Kristin, already picked out for "special treatment". She was sure that the blonde woman was a closet lesbian; she was certainly going to find out. She smiled as the whimpering women were shackled together chain gang style and marched to a cold cellar to spend a miserable night. * ! DAY TWO Kristin awoke to the ungentle prodding of a matron's boot. For a moment she shuddered, relieved that her horrible nightmare was over, then as she registered the damp straw, the cuffs that restrained her aching arms, she realized that this was really happening; there had been no nightmare, just a long chilly night of misery, She raised her head; the other women, those who had finally been able to sleep, were also being booted awake. still painfully chained, thoroughly miserable. * Some of the captives had not slept at all; huddled together for a tiny bit of warmth on the cold wet cement floor over which a small amount of straw had been spread, Janeesha and a few others had tried to keep up the spirits of the group, but feeble whispers weren't much help. Kristin didn't even try to see the bright side; there was none. Before she finally drifted off for a few hours of fitful sleep. she began to realize that she might never be able to break her big story. This whole new twist was just too bizarre, too sinister. The kind of thing that left few--or no--survivors. She shuddered, and not just from the cold, as she burrowed into the soggy straw,. Now, morning. The sun was just rising, early sunlight glinting off the shivering, still wet prisoners in the open shed. The matrons lined them up, still chained, huddled together, before they brought out a long wooden trougn, and poured it full of some kind of warm gruel from ten gallon pails. "Chow down, girls. Belly up to the trough!" one of the matrons cackled. * The women exchanged glances, moaning and complaining now: "Hey! take off these cuffs!" We can't eat like this!" Take off these handcuffs!" What is this shit?" The matron laughed again. " No hands needed, pigs! Stick your faces in it! this is all the breakfast you're going to get." The women were famished; they had not been fed after the brutal shower ordeal. One, the slightly plump bank clerk, Norma, shuffled on her knees to the trough, then dipped her face into the gruel. She straightened up, face smeared,and whined defensively to the others: "Fuck you! Fuck you all! I'm starving!" She ducked her head and slurped some more. Reluctantly, sheepishly, one by one the women knelt at the trough. Kristin was not the last to resist the degrading meal, Jasheena was. And surprisingly, the slim blonde librarian. But Kristin was starving, too. Soon she was bent over the trough with the rest; the warm slop was not too bad, she told herself, trying not to register the total debasement they were all enduring. Col. Schmertz in a figure hugging black leather outfit, officer's cap and dark sunglasses, swishing her riding crop, had arrived, smiling her evil smile. She nodded to her matrons. Chained and Chastened Kneeling at the trough the prisoners hands were still cuffed behind them, bare asses raised and vulnerable. The nazi maidens moved behind them and began to whip them, almost playfully at first, then harder and harder. The miserable captives, new pain added to their humiliation, writhed, winced, moaned and slobbered through the sticky gruel. Kristin straightened up to protest, received another stinging whiplash, and decided "what the hell". Glumly she pushed her face back into the slop; she was still hungry. Oww! One more slash across her already welted butt! Schmertz nodded again. The matrons removed the food trough and prodded the women erect. Hair and faces smeared with the sticky gruel, heads hanging, some sobbing openly, they scarcely resembled the proud unit that had marched into the training hall less than 24 hours earlier. "Let's wash up, girls! You have a big day ahead!" Scmertz's voice mocked them. The matrons turned on the high velocity hoses again. Totally dispirited, the cuffed women scarcely resisted as their faces were hosed clean. They stood in a rough line, dripping and shivering again. The leather sheathed colonel strutted before them, smiling her malicious smile : "I think you need a little exercise, a little honest toil out in the sun. Time for a little change of uniform. Matrons! Guards!" The guards had not been active during the feeding degradation, but, lounging against the walls, had enjoyed the ignominious feeding at the trough, and especially the spectacle of twelve lovely asses jutting provocatively and thoroughly whipped . Hot Damn! Now the guards came forward and stood behind the women, holding their cuffed wrists (and also pawing and prodding their sore bottoms). The matrons lined up in front of the prisoners with lighter cuffs and chains in their hands. At a signal from Schmertz the guards unlocked the heavy irons; before the girls could even rub their numb wrists, they were recuffed, hands in front. The colonel pointed to a pile of scuffed weatherbeaten calf high boots. "Boots! Put them on! Quick!" The prisoners were so grateful for the new light cuffs, linked with eighteen inch chains that allowed them to use their hands for the first time since their initial handcuffing that they didn't question the order. In just a few minutes, booted and chained, they were lined up and marched out of the stable and into the bright sunlight. "Girls! Today you will work. Very hard, I'm afraid. Arbeit Macht Frei! I mean, work leads to freedom. You will run to the work site. Now! run!" The guards and two of the matrons, indicated the path. The chained nudes were prodded and whipped along a gravel road and trotted into a dry grassy meadow on the agency grounds. * It was still early in the morning, but the sun was already bright. At first the heat was welcome to the soaked joggers, but soon they were beginning to sweat, urged along by the whips of the guards. From their prior training all of the women were fit; still, after the first quarter mile, a few began to gasp and lag; the whips urged them on. * They were herded over a little wooded rise into what appeared to be a gravel pit, dusty and forbidding. The women looked at one another with dismay. What kind of?... Schmertz had arrived iin a light truck. Piled in the back were picks and shovels. "Achtung! I mean, Attention!" As this hellish ordeal progressed, Kristin noted, the dyke was getting more and more Germanic. What was that about? The leather clad colonel continued: "Each of you. Grab a shovel. Climb down into the gravel pits! You will move fourteen tons of gravel from one side of the road to the other--or else! Get to work!" The captives grudgingly accepted the shovels handed out by the guards and shuffled down the steep rocky slope. Reluctantly they began to shovel; they had no other option. The brutal guards and matrons made sure of that. * The arduous hours passed, the sun was now malevolent beating down on their bare bodies. Shovel, shovel, shovel again; anyone lagging was whipped. Bending and groaning, they continued to toil. It was evident that this was just make work; later, someone (maybe them) would move the huge gravel pile back to the other side of the road. This was not useful work; this was just one more sadistic punishment. It was nearly noon. The exhausted women had been shovelling for nearly four hours. Several had slumped to their knees, unable to continue despite the guard's and matron's lashings. Kristin, gleaming with sweat, continued to shovel, driven by some sort of foolish pride: 'that bitch is not going to break me" she kept telling herself. "and when I expose this fucking operation!..." Alongside her, sweating, dusty but with fire in her eyes, Maria, a Latino hairdresser, swung her shovel, muttering under her breath. "We will beat these pendejos, these lousy cunts, eh? " she whispered to Kristin. "Fuck them all!" * Kristin nodded and managed a tiny grim smile. "Right. Somehow, we're going to take these sadistic assholes down! And I do mean that evil lesbian!" Most of the laborers were exhausted, slumping, sprawled in the gravel pit despite the urging of their captors. Schmertz intervened: "Prisoners! You have done very poorly this morning. But for now, a short respite. Water. Soon you will work again. Except you." She pointed to Kristin. "I don't like your attitude. You whisper to others, you have an arrogant posture. You will submit to me before we finish, I promise you! But for now, keep shovelling! The rest of you, drink!" Kristin had hoped to blend into the class, to be unobtrusive; her own sense of self and pride had evidently betrayed her--or maybe that dyke had a letch for her. Anyway, it was too late to change her fate; she kept shovelling, now glistening with sweat. Schmertz watched. Behind her, one of the guards chuckled at her plight. * The other women, sprawled exhausted in the sun, watching Kristin's ordeal (each thinking 'God, I'm glad that's not me') were given bottled water, which they downed greedily. Colonel Schmertz in her tight dominatrix leathers seemed immune from the heat; she strode among the weary women, riding crop in hand, giving an idle flick here and there; a nipple, an exposed ass cheek. Almost fainting, slick with sweat, Kristin continued to shovel gravel. "Prisoners! Slackers! I am allowing you a slight break in the woods, out of this burning sun." The captives nodded approval, Now rehydrated, they were more aware of their sunburns, especially those usually covered areas; many had severely burnt rosy bottoms and boobs. Schmertz hadn't finished. "But what's a picnic in the woods without a companion? My guards will accompany you" Grinning broadly, the guards descended upon the women, making their selections and tieing, then dragging their helpless choices into the woods. Susie, no longer the clueless blonde bimbo., was first. Most screamed, fought, tried to scratch or kick; about half of the tired captives, spirits already broken, dully followed their likely rapists over the rim of the gravel pit. Marcia, the redheaded travel agent, had long since given up. Slumping, head down, she allowed herself to be tugged across the rocky terrain with scarcely a fight. * There were more prisoners than guards; Alice the librarian and Celeste, a classical violist, made a break for it, running into the woods. They didn't get far. Three of the matrons captured them almost at once; I won't describe the lesbian indignities that followed. Hint: think dildos and strapons. * Maria fought like a tiger; Chuckie, the guard who seized her, parried her scratches and kicks and bites, getting more turned on all the time. He was too strong for her as he forced a gag, between her teeth, tied her, and with one hand in the ropes he had tugged through her crotch, goosed her into the woods. She never stopped struggling. * Kristin, exhausted, had finally dropped her shovel. Schmertz, sitting under a portable umbrella out of the direct sun, motioned her to join her. Kristin hesitated, but finally shuffled up the hill and slumped at the colonel's feet. What more could she lose? "Kneel, slut!" The dominant woman lightly whipped Kristin's belly, then breasts. Wincing, the weary blonde knelt between Schmertz's leather clad thighs. "That's much better! I will not tolerate insolence! Understand?" She slashed the kneeling blonde across the hips. Kristin gasped. Schmertz tangled one hand in her hair and jerked her head up, staring fiercely into her eyes. "In each class there is one trouble maker. Don't let it be you. I am fully aware of your dossier, newslady! After this afternoon's work time, I think you'll need special attention." Kristin, trembling, could not meet the concentrated venom of her gaze. She felt her will to resist crumbling. At the same moment, she sensed a perverse sexual vibe from the lesbian, and her own unbidden response. A hoarse scream interrupted this standoff. In the road, a muscular blonde was standing, legs spread, swinging her shovel and shouting at the guard who was trying to tug her into the bushes. Elsie, a divorced 'trailer trash' waitress, had been relatively meek and subdued through the first hours of the ordeal. Now she lost it. She charged the guard with a vicious swing of her longhandled shovel. "Bastards! Cocksuckers! Get your hands off me!" She swung the shovel so fiercely that the guard, a beefy crewcut redneck type, backed off momentarily. Elsie charged up the slight slope towards Schmertz's umbrella, flushed with rage. "You! You bitch! You're the worst! You rotten dyke! I'm going to..." Now two guards wrestled her to the ground. Her last fierce shovel swing had been only a few feet from the colonel. A bit shaken, Schmertz got to her feet, pushing Kristin aside. Her voice trembled slightly: "This is intolerable. Sgt. Schwartz, hold her! Corporal Dienst, get the heavy shackles from the truck!" She reached for a whistle dangling from a lanyard between her breasts and blew a shrill blast. "All hands out of the woods! At once! Return to the work site to witness punishment!" In the trees some of the guards still toying with their captives cursed. They had waited too long to finish raping their naked victims. But they feared the bitch in charge.. so, grumbling, herded the girls back to the gravel pit. * Soon all the captive women and their tormentors were ranged around the furious colonel and Elsie, held face down in the gravel by the muscular corporal. Some of the guards were hastily adjusting their uniforms, zipping their flies. Their stumbling chained victims exhibited embarrassment, shame, rage, and in one or two cases a slight satisfied smile. Colonel Schmertz stood erect, almost rigid. She was fuming. "I demand--and will have--total obedience!" Furious, she slashed Kristin , still kneeling, across her lower back. She continued. "This presumtious rebel spurned one of my loyal guards and her chance for an idyllic romantic interlude under the trees. So be it! She will now experience a more public courtship! Otto, the shackles first, then proceed. The rest of you, watch! " Otto (Sergeant Schwartz) down on one knee, smiled as he pushed Elsie's face into the dirt and gravel. His big hand quieted her squirming body as he shackled her with heavy iron wrist cuffs and connecting cuffs that spread her legs. * The chained captives and then the guards grew silent as Otto knelt between Elsie's thighs, unbuckled his belt, opened his fly. He was erect. He spat on his hands , lubricated his rigid shaft and thrust into her sandy pussy. She screamed, once, then moaned with each savage thrust. It was over in just five or six minutes. Just before Otto ejaculated, most of the captives sensed that Elsie's cries of protest had modulated into near orgasmic moans. Otto withdrew, tipped an ironic salute to Colonel Schmertz, adjusted his trousers and stood back, at attention. "At ease, Sergeant. Any questions, prisoners?" Schmertz surveyed the audience; chained women and newly horny guards.'Elsie twisted, struggling in the dirt, now sobbing quietly, drippiing, sandy and wet. * The captives and even the guards stood silent, rooted in place. This act of cruelty was over the top in savagery, even for the dark Colonel. Even Otto, as he rose from the violated blonde, dusty and sobbing, swiftly wiped the smile of triumph off his face as he confronted the ring of appalled watchers. Schmerz tried to regain control: "Let her stay on her belly for the rest of the day. The punishment was deserved! The rest of you, pick up your shovels. Back to work! Move that gravel, if you want to eat tonight." the colonel ordered. She gazed down at Kristin, who was staring at her with loathing. She tousled, no, tugged her blonde locks one more time. "You too, sweetie. Start shoveling. I'll deal with you--later." EVENING The sun finally set. The exhausted prisoners, sunburnt and glistening with dirt and sweat, prodded by the guards stumbled back to the barracks. Those lucky enough not to have been raped were still nearly in shock, almost unable to process the hellish day behind them. And maybe more to come. Elsie, at the end of the end of the chained women stumbled , eyes wide, unseeing, mumbling to herself. Her public rape had been by far the most brutal humilition so far. Every captive was cowed by her misery. * They had been rechained, of course. When they finally stumbled into the barracks, Colonel Schmertz purred maliciously: "Such a long hot day. I think a nice cold shower will perk you up." There were howls of protest and weary rage as once again the matrons strapped the girls to the showers, turned on the highpowered jets of icewater, and repeated the cruel ritual. Dashka prowled among them again, sexually abusing them. Schmertz enjoyed the spectacle hugely, keeping her eye on Kristin, licking her thin lips, and for a few moments. hosed the women herself. * After fifteen minutes of the ongoing torture the colonel singled her intended victim out of the crowd. With a curt nod, she signalled one of the nazis to cut Kristin down. She took personal charge of the shivering sobbing blonde and whipped her up the short path to her personal quarters, Kristin expected the worst, what ever that might be! She bit her lip, tryiing to summon up every ounce of her fast fading will to survive--and, somehow, get even. Closing the door, the colonel stood close to her captive, now wearing one of her brunette wigs. Her voice was a bit lower, a bit softer. "Listen to me. I have selected you for my personal slave. A great honor. The others, they will--complete the indoctrination, go --wherever they are assigned. You will stay with me." The sexual overtone in her purring voice was unmistakeable. She picked up a coil of thick hemp rope. Kristin shivered. What now? And at this low point, she began to feel a perverse attraction, an unbidden--'no! no! It cant be sexual! 'she told herself-- warm pelvic stir of arousal. Colonel Schmertz approached her slowly, smiling , now frankly seductive.. Kristin had recovered a bit from the grueling quarry work and the chilly hosing that had followed; some of her spirit was returning. Her voice quavered as she made a last futile protest; she sensed what was coming. "What makes you think I would be your slave? You evil bitch!" Slash! Slash! Schmertz's riding crop was swift; two deep welts crisscrossed Kristin's breasts. "I will have silence! One more outburst and I gag you. For now, I think you need to know what slavery--real slavery-- means. We'll start with some ropes. Arms behind your back! Down on your knees!" * Kristin hardly struggled. She was exhausted from the shoveiling. And that punishing whip! Her lashed breasts throbbed. She allowed Schmertz to bind her, first just wrists and arms. It seemed to take a very long time. Even after more than a day of constant handcuffs, Kristin was not prepared for thr intricate painful web of harsh hemp with which the evil brunette enmeshed her. * An even more painful more confining network of harsh cords encircled her thighs and ankles; she was shoved onto a bench and roughly hogtied . Through this ordeal like the others she held onto a tiny core of hatred for this evil creature, even as her sexual attraction grew. She would never let he hatred go, she vowed to herself, she would never surrender her soul. Her body seemed to have a different opinion; her vagina moistened. The ropes were knotted even tighter. She gasped on the leather clad bench. * The leather clad officer stood back, smiling as she surveyed her handiwork, She gave Kristin a contemptuous nudge, then a kick with her sharp toed boots. "And I think a nice gag to aid your meditation." She strapped a harness ball gag into her mouth, and stood again: "Now that's an appropriate posture of helplessness for a slave! Think about that; I'm going to take my own shower--much warmer than yours, of course--and then we can--relax together. My sweet slave!." Kristin writhed in her stringent bondage for about twenty minutes; she could hear the colonel humming to herself in the splashing shower. Gretl emerged, nude. Her skin was lightly oiled, she wore some sort of musky scent. She had removed her wig, was blonde again.Slowly she redonned her her Nazi cap, her high boots., her handcuffs. She bent over Kristin, flourishing her .45, flaunting her sex, the total dominatrix. She said: * "My little slave, my liebchen! You are very fortunate. I had planned to whip you until your magnificent ass was bloody! Perhaps I shall do so later. But for now let's explore some of your other duties. You are to pleasure me at my whim!" She knelt again, running her hands over Kristins roped body, stroking her breasts, harder and harder, twisting her nipples erect. Her hands slid down the blonde's belly, between her thighs, gently then more roughly parting her vaginal lips and exploring her. Kristin struggled, whimpered behind the big gag; Schmertz continued to toy with her, cat and mouse. To her dismay, Kristin found herself gettiing stimulated, turned on. The colonel sensed it too and chuckled. "Now we get better acquainted, no? You may call me Mistress, or Gretl, perhaps, if you are very very good. I will call you my little schatzi. Maybe not so many ropes now, and I have use for your mouth without that gag." Kristin held her breath as she was partially untied. Maybe this was her chance...Gretl continued: "but I think we use the handcuffs againl That's right, behind your back. Not too much freedom all at once, right?" She stripped off her leather fetish gear, put on her brunette wig and leaned back on her bed, nude,, beckoning to Kristin. "Join me, slave." she purred. Shie was totally evil, but eerily attractive, Kristin admitted. * "This is ridiculous!' she told herself. She had never been attracted to women--well, there was that one time with Jodie, her college roommate, but she had been drinking that first time. Those other times though; Kristin preferred to remember them as just a--very intense friendship; nothing perverse about a little naked cuddling and stroking and--all that other stuff. Jodie was a brunette, too, but not as voluptuous, as sexy as her sadistic captor, now lolling , thighs spread, inviting, no, commanding her to... 'I'm chained! I have no choice! It's not as though I want to..."? Kristin bent, nuzzling the musky flesh of Gretl's pouting labia. Ummm... "Kneel. Between my legs. Now show me your devotion. That's right." With one hand in Kristin's hair she gently pushed the slave's face into her shaven crotch. The musky odor was much stronger now, not some cologne, but the sexual essence of Schmertz herself. Her head held firmly in place by two strong thighs, Kristin found herself kissing, then licking the soft folds of the moist fragrant vagina, the swelling clitoris. Her mistress sighed, shifted further torward on the bed "Yes. Yes. LIke that! Now! Deeper!" Chained and Chastened Kristin felt a little quiver, tasted a further gush of warm juices. Schmertz had climaxed. Now her hands were urgent, insistent. She pulled Kristin onto the bed on her back and crouched over her, stroking and kneading and kissing the cuffed girl's breasts and belly and now, her slippery breasts glidiing over Kirstins crotch she spread the blondes thighs and plunged her face into the blonde fringed pussy. Kristin gulped. She had never.. well, not like this, not with Jodie. She shouldn't be.... Not with this woman, this vicious dyke! But this was...oh! Oh! Gretl moved ower Kristin's bound body, now crouching over her belly,her own sex close to Kristin's face. She lowered her cunt onto Kristin. Once again the pungent folds engulfed her. As she licked and nibbled (what was that warm swelling lump beneath her tongue?) she felt hot quivering in he own loins, and soon she was beginning her own slow slide to orgasm. "You can't You mustn't! She's evil!"A tiny voice shrieked inside her head, to no avail. The two moaning sweating women came almost simultaneously. Gretl stood up first, smiling. "What a pleasure it will be to train you, my Schatzi. Maybe one more little pleasure..." She bent over a table of bondage gear, reaching for a large strap on dildo. Her back was turned for one unguarded instant. 'This is my chance!' Kristin tried to block out her shameful sexual surrender to this she devil. Almost without thinking, she reacted. She jackknifed on the bed, sliding the handcuffs under her buttocks, her flexed knees, her ankles, Now her cuffs and their connecting chain were in front of her! She leapt on Schmertz throwing the chain over her head, crossing her wrists and pulling tight, tight, as the colonel, taken by surprise, tried to turn around. The chain was cutting off Gretl's breathing; she clawed at her throat ineffectively then struck at the slave now riding her back, legs locked around her waist, keeping up the relentless strangling pressure. Unable to breathe, getting a bit groggy, she threw her weight back against the wall, hoping to dislodge Kristin. They both slammed into the wall, Schmertz's autographed picture of llsa Koch fell and shattered. Kristin, strong from the prior two weeks of training, groaned but held tight. Just a little tighter, just a few seconds more...Now Gretl's vision was greying out, her legs slumped. She fell heavily to the floor, unconscious. Kristin, adrenaline pumping. gasping for breath herself, kept the chain tight for another forty seconds. Schmertz sprawled deathly still, her face mottled. "Omigod! Is she...have I....?" She knelt and felt the unconscious woman's throat for a pulse, but ready to strangle her again if need be. There was a faint pulse . And then a long slow gasp of air. Thank God! Gotta move fast! she muttered to herself. * Adrenalin surging, Kristin was the model of efficiency. In the next few minutes she unlocked the cuffs and rummaging among Schmertz's bondage gear quickly fashioned a tangle of straps and chains and effectively hog tied her tormentor, now victim. She also gagged her just as she was beginning to come around, choking and glaring at her unlikely captor. * Justine gloated for just a moment; escape was the first priority. Maybe, possibly, she thought, she could impersonate the brutal dyke, now writhing at her feet! In the struggle Gretl's long dark wig had come off giving Kirstin another bright idea. Maybe she could hide her own blonde locks....Maybe... a daring escape plan was beginning to form. Just possibly, dressed as the evil colonel.... Now her mind was clicking at top speed. "Gotta get out of here--fast. Rescue the others..yes! there's the keys to my cuffs and the heavier shackles the girls are wearing, What else can I use? A flashlight! Good. now if I can only find some records, some papers, some names of the bastards running this zoo..." A frenzied search unearthed nothing. Then Kristin saw the rectangular case in one of the desk drawers. She unzipped it. Yes!~ A laptop computer! Just maybe the data she would need to turn this personal 'I was a violated sex victim' story into a once in a lifetime blockbuster. Now even more important: to escape! Halfway out the door she realized she was still naked. She needed a disguise! Her eyes strayed to Schmertz's closet, full of kinky uniforms and domintrix costumes. Damn! She ran her hands over the leathers, wishing she had several hours to try everything on, Sighing, she put on the long brunette wig and posed in several racy outfits; so much delicious fetish gear, so little time. Ah well. She finally decided on one. She looked in the full length mirror one more time. Damn! I could make it as a brunette-a very naughty brunette! she thought. Black nylons! fastened to the outrageous corset! Now the thigh high boots, the leather gloves. Yes! She couldn't help turning and posing provoctively inn the full length mirror for just a moment. " Damn! I'm really hot in this get up!" She stroked herself. Then: 'Get serious!' she told herself. Maybe one of thse sexy leather coats. This corset was a bit revealing for serious, spy movie type escapes, after all, which was what she had in mind. She turned. salaciously, and posed in the mirror, tugging at the narrow leather crotch strap. Still stimulated from the sex and violence of the last sixty minutes, she almost couldn't help herself. * She blinked . "Time to get your act together" she told herself. "And get the hell out of here! But how? As the dear colonel, of course!" Choices, choices. She selected a full length black leather coat; that and the billed nazi officers hat might get her through the gate. She rechecked everything; the handcuff keys, the laptop, the flashlight. And dear Gretl writhing on tne floor drooling and mumbling behind her gag, her face a mask of pure hatred. Kristin said "Don't give me that stinkeye look, baby, I just wish I had time to blister your ass like you did mine. It's been fun! Well, maybe just a little..." She picked up a leather dog whip and brought it down on Gretl's ample ass. Swish! Crack!Two or three lashes. How delightful to see this arrogant torturer flinching and moaning! "A little taste of your own evil medicine, mein shatzie!" She mocked her furious bound captive one last time and crept out the door. She tried to shake the feeling that she was not finished with Gretl; it was a chilling thought. She was surprised to find it dark; how many hours had she and Gretl....? "Let' not go there. A job to do." she told herself. Her long coat blended with the night as she slipped into the shower room/barracks where the women were sleeping, chained in the wet straw. She crept up on Maria who startled awake at the black coated figure. "You fucking dyke! what do you..." she started to say as Kristin put a hand over her mouth, "Sshh! It's me, Kristin! I'm going to get you all out of here. Let me unlock those cuffs! There! But we have to be real quiet, wake them up one at a time..." Maria was rubbing the circulation back into her wrists,"Madre de Dios! My angel! But how did you...? "Later. Here's a set of keys for you; let's get started". Ten minutes later the prisoners were free, clustered around Kristin, whispering with excitement. Luckily no one had been startled or had called out. They were hungry, wet and chilled to the bone, sore from the brutal whipping but that didn't matter anymore. Somehow, Kristin ws going to get them out of this stinking mess, Kristin in her black leather superheroine coat! * Kristin whispered : "Look. I have a plan that might get us out of here, but I'm no escape artist. Anyone wants to come with me, fine. If you want to be on your own, that's OK. But i need to tell you that this is much worse than the training exercise we signed on for. Gretl--that's the colonel--Gretl told me that we are all going to be kidnapped, 'disappeared,' and used as sex slaves and prostitutes for third world big shots. This whole thing has been a hideous scam!" "Pardon me, Kristin, how do you know that crazy stuff?' This was the sceptical librarian, Alice. "Yeah, and what's this Gretl stuff? Just how did you escape from our dear Colonel, anyway?" This wasn't quite what Kristin wanted to hear. Raneesha chimed in. " Get off Kristin's case! " Kristin shot her a grateful look and said: "Look, ladies, you are on your own. I'm going to get us some clothes, and figure out someway to get past the guards. If you want to try the electrified barb wire fence, OK! If you want me to chain you back up in time for your AM shower and breakfast trough, go for it! I'm leaving now" She stormed into the room where they had first assembled and stripped. Their clothes were nowhere in sight, Damn! Most of the prisoners had followed , only Susie and a frightened secretary named Marnie had stayed behind; Susie, the blonde airhead, was confiding that she'd met the cutest boy during the noontime rape session yesterday--'rough, but a hunk!--, and he'd promised to keep in touch, The other naked women clustered around Kristin in the empty room. No clothes! What now? Kristin frantically searched the room with her feeble flashlight. Finally, stuffed in some packing crates, she found the discarded uniforms. ('they were planning to get rid of the evidence--not a trace of our time here', she shivered). Then she whispered to the others: "Over here! It's a grab bag; just get something on." A scene not unlike a Wal-Mart sale opening ensued--in the dark. Miraculously, Kristin retrieved her own combat jacket and the little digital camera. Her reporter's instincts had her ready to snap away; these naked women rooting frantically in the cartons--what a shot for the blockbuster story she was already framing in her mind! But good sense prevailed; she couldn't chance the attention the flash might bring. The women were dressed--sort of--shirts and no trousers, pants too loose or way too tight; hardly any underwear had been recovered--but their spirits were much higher; they were ready to go. "First we find them wardens, take them out!" Maria said. "Right! Shove those icy hoses right up their filthy snatches!" Several of the others cheered. Kristin interrupted with an anxious grin: "Girls--uh--comrades. what ever.." "We're sisters now!" Janeesha's rich voice spoke up. "Now let's listen to the sister!"' 'Oh thank you, Janeesha,' Kristin thought, and continued. "I want to do them too, but it would raise an alarm, take too long. I'm sorry..." "She's right! Get them bitches another time! LIsten up; this lady's got a plan!" Janeesha with more support, thank God. "OK! Here's what we do..." They crept up on the small guard house not far from the main gate. Peeking through the window, Kristin spotted only four men inside sitting around a card table littered with beer bottles and pizza boxes. She froze when she heard a step and dropped to the ground, hugging it, holding her breath. Only her long black coat saved her from discovery, probably; a lone guard stopped, turned on his heel just a few yards away from Kristin and resumed his lazy patrol. Shaken, back with the others, she whispered: "if we can only get rid of that one guard, get inside in a hurry--I saw gun racks on the wall behind them. But, that one guy....?" Collette, the slim olive skinned girl from New Orleans spoke up, "I think you need a--a decoy, like they say. I could catch their attention, hold them for a while." She smiled. "I was a working girl, as we called it, a hooker, and--I know a few tricks." Kristin's first reflex was to protest, but then she told herself: 'Who appointed you Robin Hood here? And it might work'. So she said: "Colette, you're a Goddamn heroine. But are you sure you want to? OK. Five minutes, we'll be right behind you!" Colette slipped out of her makeshift uniform, waved a graceful salute and, nude in the moonlight, sashayed brazenly up to the guard. She said sweetly: "Hey, handsome. Where can a cold escaped prisoner get a drink around here?" The young Hispanic guard gaped, stumbled and almost dropped his rifle. 'Must be a vision!' But he quickly recovered, seized Colette's arms and had her elbows tied even as he marched her into the guardhouse, exulting: "Stray pussy, boys! Woods are full of it! Look what I caught!" * Cards dropped, beer spilt; the men were on their feet cheering this unexpected piece of prime tail. Otto, Sgt. Schwartz (Emily's gravel pit rapist earlier in the day, and the ranking NCO) blustered: "Nice catch, Jose. She's gotta be a spy, though!" "What spy, Man! She just told me she escape, needs a little drink, a little lovin!" He caressed her. The other men agreed. "This aint no spy, sarge, this is nookie!" Otto shook his head at them. "You guys are so dumb. No way this cunt's going to be wandering around this top security base at night, bare assed naked and asking Jose--Jose!--for a drink. No, this is one of that fucking dyke bird colonels' tricks. She's checking if we know the interrogation drill. You know that Guantanamo and Abu-whatever shit they taught us last month. So lets do it right. Elmer. you and Jose, search her for suicide bombs and stuff; I mean search her, you'll all get a chance. " * Jose grinned. "Just a little tickle, chiquita--carramba! what a pussy~" Colette. still game, arched and winced as their grubby hands explored her intimate cavities. By now the would be escapees were creeping up on the now unguarded shack. And Jose had left the door ajar. Still, they were being cautious and slow--too slow for Colette. But they had not heard her cry out and the five minutes had not yet passed. Colette was silent because she had been gagged; the men took turns with their 'search' as she writhed in their penetrating hands. "Fucking time!" Chuckie urged. Jose and Sam eagerly nodded. But Otto was still in charge; He said: "Take it easy, dude. We got all night here. Next we whip her, thats the new rules. Sam, get the ropes, and the whips. Let's have another look at them how-to pictures they sent us from Iraq!" Quickly the gallant decoy was spreadeagled against the bars of the one cell and tied with multiple ropes; she hung, suspended unable to move. Otto stepped up to her, leering. "We're doing this by the books, see. You can tell your lesbo colonel that, if you get your sorry ass out of here in one piece. See this dildo? This aint no ordinary pussy toy, its the Rumsfeld special, packs as many volts as a stun gun. Let's just pretend you're a gorgeous Iraqi virgin now." Kristin, Janeesha and the others burst through the door, heading for the gun rack as Otto probed his victim and turned on the voltage. Kristin would never forget Colette's single scream. * "Freeze! You worthless pieces of shit!" Kristin yelled. Hers was just one of the shouts of rage and horror. The women had stormed into the small room, catching the men intent on their torture by complete surprise. Most of them now held guns, seized from the wall rack. Sgt. Schwartz turned from his victim with a sheepish grin. "Ladies! Guess youre part of this spy exercise too, huh? Just having a little fun. Now if you just put down them weapons, no one needs to get hurt." He took one step. The other four men fanned out behind him. "Don't move, limp dick." It was Elsie, holding a .45 with both hands, eyes crazy with hate, her grip on the big gun steady as a rock. * "Hey, girl,, I just...Hey! You're the blonde cunt i did this afternoon! How about a little more?" Otto started to take another step. Elsie shot him in the right kneecap. He screamed and went down, writhing in pain. Elsie leaned over and whispered: "You're the lousiest fuck i ever had." with a tight smile of satisfaction. The other guards had had enough. These babes were crazy! They backed off. hands in the air. Marie held an automatic rifle on the men, staring at the corporal who had raped her. "YOU! Chuckie! You piece of shit! Drop your pants! All of you! Now!" she screamed. Clearly she meant business. Sheepishly, the three guards complied; Schwartz, on the floor, clutched his shattered knee and continued to moan, blood now pooling beneath his leg. "Your drawers, too"~ Marie demanded. Soon they stood, underwear and pants tangled around their ankles, genitals dangling, totally demoralized, terrified of these crazy bitches. Maria gloated. * "Now, how about a nightstick up the ass? How about..." Kristin touched her arm. She had seen Elsie's trigger finger begin to tighten . "Marie! Elsie! All of you! We haven't got time for this revenge shit. Lock them up, I'll cut the phone line and take their cellphones, and...Marie! Enough!" Marie blinked, her eyes less fierce now, and lowered her weapon. Kristin had been right so far, she acknowledged. The demoralized soldiers dragged their wounded leader back into the small holding cell; Kristin double locked it. The action had been so fast that Colette still slumped lashed to the cell bars, half unconscious, moaning. Again raging, Maria snatched up the electrified shaft and jabbed it into the cell, stabbing the 'On' button over and over. Soon all four were cowerering and whimpering from the electric shocks. The women were still furious, muttering as they untied Colette. Janeesha exchanged glances with Kristin; this could get out of hand. "Sisters! Let them sinners fry in their own juice. The freedom train is leaving. Tell us about it. Kristin." "Well. that black unmarked van that brought us here, you know back when we thought we were top secret hot shit? Well lt's parked in the shadows just behind the main gate. I'm betting they don't stand on too much formality when the graduates get smuggled out of here, so here's my plan....." During their steamy lovemaking, Gretl had let slip to Kristin that there was one of the officers in charge of the gate that set up the secret shipments of the doomed girls. Not his name of course, just a nickname-- Wurst man--pronounced vurstmann. Gretl evidently swung both ways. Kristin hoped to use this bit of pillow talk to get the van out the gate If she could only pull off the Colonel Schmertz impersonation. She burnished the twin eagles on her epaulets, tucked the hot black coat around her, polished her leather boots, pulled the peaked cap low over her eyes..what else? Oh migod! the computer! Shd had almost left it outside the guard house. She touched it. There it was! Thank God! Without what she hoped to find inside the computer, this story was just another three day sensation. She had the girls get into the back of the van, huddled together, then asked them to strip, at least partially. She explained over their protests: The guards were used to seeing naked chained captives spirited off the post in the middle of the night; some degree of realism was needed. Tney could fake the cuffs with the equipment from the guard house, just don't lock them. And hurry! The gate guard was about to come on shift; everything depended on the timing. Grumbling, the women again got naked, reluctantly. Not Janeesha, She stripped proudly rotating her monumental butt in front of the others. "my big black ass is achin' for freedom~ let's go!" She piled with the others into the back of the van. Maria, dressed in the starchiest fatigues she could find, drove. Sitting erectly beside her was 'Colonel Schmertz'. Tney rolled up to the double gate. Beyond that, Kristin knew, was yet another set of barriers which would only open when several simultaneous signals were given. The guard looked in the passenger window. "Papers, ma'am-uh sir." He had spotted the full colonel's eagles gleaming on the black leather greatcoat that the stern erect officer was wearing. Kristin was curt. "No papers. This mission is classified. Don't you have your orders?" "No-n-no colonel; I just got on post. I'll need some verifiction." "Oh, very well, Call the gate commander, the major." She tapped one boot with her riding crop impatiently. "Don't make me wait.