1 comments/ 3950 views/ 4 favorites Beverly's Basement By: Zeldron This story takes place in the World of War craft universe. All characters portrayed here are above the age of 18 and are used with the permission of their players. Any other characters are fictional, the creation of the author. As such any resemblance to actual characters is unintentional. This story is meant as the first part of a series, if there is interest more installments will be put out there. ------------------------------------------------- Beverly sighed as she shifted her shoulders, they ached slightly from several hours of inaction. She had been standing her post by the stairs that lead down to the holding cells in the garrison's newly renovated and expanded barracks. With another sigh she tried in vain to relive the tension that the solid plate shoulder guards she wore was causing to her collarbones. In the months since her enlistment in the Alliance military she had grown used to the fit of the metal suit, and was able to wear it for long periods of time. Provided that she be allowed regular activity to move her body, and shift the armor so that no one point received prolonged pressure. Guard duty, standing at a post for hours with no real movement however proved to be a bit of a trial. Beverly was on the tall side for a Human woman, standing at around 5 foot 8 inches tall. She was also young, having only two months previous finished her training, on her 19th birthday no less. Her skin was light, almost "milk maid" like in complexion. It suited her well however, for her hair was fine and golden blonde, cut short around the sides, with longer bangs, in what could be considered a "boy" fashion. Still it fit her wide, vibrant green eyes and almost pixie like face. She wore no makeup save for bright red lip gloss, so the light freckles on her cheeks were clearly visible to those that got close to her. She was proud of her figure, her military training giving her youthful body a nice tone to her muscles, and at an age where she was still able to remain fit, yet keep a pleasant curve to her hips and bust. Though it was hard to see under the layers of metal and fabric she wore, she was a lovely vision of a maiden. She was shy about letting others see her body however, and tried to keep covered as much as possible in the gender mixed barracks. Though there had been one occasion where she had been caught, flexing in a mirror. "Uuugghh.....Light, when is the shift over!" She let out the exasperated expression as the area between her shoulder blades twinge with tension. She closed her eyes and arched her back, shaking her head from side to side to try and alleviate the knot, without attracting to much attention, or stepping from her post. "I give it about five more minutes Private." Came the precise and sharp reply, Beverly opened her eyes, unable to keep a light flush from her face at being caught acting so unprofessional on duty. Glowering up at her from his massive height of 4 feet even was her supervisor, First Sergeant Gabriel "Gabe" Sparkfuze. His mustache quivering slightly as he spoke, though the bright green color of it did a bit to diffuse the heat of his glare. The Sergeant had taken a bit of a dislike to Beverly on her first day in the outpost. She had literally stepped on the small man as she looked for her commanding officer to report to. He had for some reason taken offence, and had been unwilling to accept the stumbling apology of a teenage human girl who was obviously trying very hard not to laugh at the event. Since then it seemed the tiny man had made it a personal mission to find her the least pleasant duties he could, and keep what seemed to her, an inordinate amount of his attentions focused on her activities. She quickly jerked back into a more soldierly posture, though it was, she knew, a bit to late for that. "S-sir! I was just...wondering....I mean I need a..visit to the privy, Sir!" She quickly tried to find any excuse for her lack of attention and slovenly posture, apprehensive that The Gabe, as everyone called him, would dock her liberty and make her stand extra duties burning out the latrine buckets, or helping in the mess hall. She keenly felt the gaze of the Sergeant's bright blue eyes, as she stood stock straight now, only her eyes looking down to focus on him. Sparkfuze intensely disliked it when people avoided his gaze when he was speaking...another foible she had committed almost as soon as she met him. His voice piped as he spoke, though it was a deep range for a Gnome. "Ah. Well, I can't see any harm in it this time Private Merchant. Coppersmith here has the next shift anyway. You can knock off a bit ahead of time today. You can make it up by being early for P. E. later. I need a hand setting up the equipment, and everyone here knows how muscular you are. Right Corporal?" He motioned to the female Dwarf behind him, and since she was out of The Gabe's line of sight Corporal Coppersmith gave Beverly an encouraging smile. Though replied to the Gnome in a matter of fact voice. "Aye sir. Private Girl-Abs here is as mighty a lass as you can hope to find around the town!" Her thick highland accent rolling her R's and dropping consonants from the ends of some words. Coppersmith gave Beverly another grin as the young woman fell out, using the nickname Beverly was know by around the garrison. Her flexing incident being public, and shortly after her transfer, had branded her with the name. At least until she earned a new one, or that is what everyone said. "Thank you Sergeant!" The relief Beverly felt at not earning another official demerit suffused her voice, and was luckily, misconstrued by The Gabe as further evidenced to support her claim. "I'll see you in the parade field later then sir!" Beverly then clammed up and hurried away, breaking into a run as she hit the cobblestone path outside the building, she took advantage of the freedom to finally stretch her muscles, almost crying as the tension in them vanished. It was some time later, when she was back in the barracks preparing for lights out, that she got a chance to give voice to her suspicions. "You know, I don't get why we have to post a guard at that stupid staircase. I mean it's not like there is anybody down there in those cells! Why have one of us stand there for hours on end to keep people out of an empty basement? I think they have something secret down there they want to hide, why don't you go have a look Roonris? You are all sneaky and quite." Beverly glanced across the space between her bunk and the next, at the Night Elf woman who sat, clearly trying to ignore the young human, oiling and re stringing the bow she carried with her when on duty or traveling. "You know you should give the lass an answer elf. She is just going to keep bothering you about it anyway. Not like its to much encouragement!" Dinah Coppersmith, now off duty herself, chimed in from the top bunk above Beverly. She glanced over the side of the mattress, down at the seated elven woman ,the letters from home she had been reading still in her hand. Roonris sighed, and closed her eyes for a moment. Beverly had adopted her as an older sister surrogate after the girl's first awkward week at the garrison, and while Roonris genuinely liked Beverly. She was not used to being in the presence of others for long periods of time, and certainly not used to being a role model for an impressionable and inexperienced Human girl. She also hated to admit that being in the child's presence made her feel all 4023 years she had been alive. Beverly was just to...new and it shone in her every word, movement and act. "I am not going to waste my time with that Girl-Abs. Nobody is down there, and you don't need someone to sneak past the sentry to find that out for you." The Elf said absently, hoping her dismissive tone would put a damper on the young woman's curiosity. "But the commander goes down there with a box full of stuff every day, and he stays there for like, ever!" Beverly scooted forward on her bed, eyes on Roonris as she made her case. "Don't you want to see why he needs to put that much time into poking around a storeroom? You totally need to go down there and do your sneaky Elf investigation thing!" "No, I don't do "sneaky elf investigations". Especially in a garrison where I am a guest, not personnel. You want to know see what is in there? Go down on your next shift, you know The Gabe will put you on duty there again. If you aren't noisy you can pop down and gawk at the boxes between his rounds." "Aww...he'll come by when I am down there and slam my ass in the guardhouse for not being at my duty station! C'mon...your the only one who can do it! You can even go down there when I am on duty so you know you won't be caught!" Beverly leaned forward as she made her argument, her eyes on Roonris in what she thought was her best wheedling expression, her hand reaching up to her collar, popping a few buttons trying to flash a bit of her cleavage. She figured she hand a decent chance of charming the older woman into her plan, she was young and pretty with slightly more than a B cup under her shirt. Plus, Roonris was a Night Elf, and everyone knew that all Night Elf women were lesbians. "Is she...oh for the Goddess's sake." Flashed through Roonris's mind as she caught the less than subtle attempt by Beverly to beguile her. She stood to leave as Dinah snickered into the conversation again. "It would solve your problem if Sparkfuze caught you though Beverly. He'd toss you into the cells down there and you could inspect them for yourself!" Dinah snickered louder as Roonris glared at the Human girl turning to leave. "Either way you are on your own...and stop trying to seduce me into doing things for you. It's weird, and a little creepy." The elf tossed the last over a shoulder as she strode out into the evening, seeming to vanish as soon as the moonlight outside hit her. "Ugh..see what I mean Dinah? She does that moonlight vanish thing! She could totally sneak into the basement! No one would ever know!" Thwarted, Beverly flopped back onto her bunk and re buttoned the top few buttons of her shirt, a bit disgruntled. That little trick had always worked on the boys in town she grew up in. It worked on a few of the peddlers and shopkeepers too. Undeterred by the failure of her first plan, she glanced upward. "So Dinah..." "No." "What if.." "No. It's lights out anyway." Beverly could hear the sound of paper ruffle as Dinah slipped the letters she had under her pillow. Though she leaned over the side of her bed looking down at the frowning girl, her long, dark brown braids bobbing as she whispered. "Tell you what Beverly, I'll switch shifts with you tomorrow, Sparkfuze only checks on the basement guard when you are the on duty anyway. You take Stable duty for me, and I'll let you sneak into the cellar and put the eyeball to all the crates and barrels in that place!" "You will! Thanks Dinah, you are the best!" Beverly sat up and blurted out as the lights dimmed. The other soldiers in the barracks turning them down so that there was enough light to dimly see by, but not enough to keep anyone from slumber. With that Beverly laid back and contemplated the secret weapons, campaign plans, or clandestine meetings that awaited her in the rooms beneath. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Horses, as it turned out, were not very helpful when it came to getting the chores done quickly so that you could skip out on stable detail early. They were remarkably unsympathetic, and roundly ignored the concept of doing things in a timely fashion. Beverly liked horses, and Stable duty was her favorite thing to have to do on the roster, due to the time she would get to spend with the animals. She found it frustrating now though, since her attempts to get the animals to move from stall, to grooming station to corral faster only ended in one wildly galloping around the barn. It was only by shear luck that she and the stable boy Will got the animal calmed before Trextler the Stable manager caught wind of the mayhem. Thus it was a bit breathless, and having promising young Will her share of desert that night as a bribe, that she clamored back into the barracks. Panting as she skidded to a halt in front of Dinah. Coming to a rest after managing to knock several items from the nearby tables. The clatter filling the air and drawing some remarks from the off duty soldiers loitering nearby. "Oh...And here I was starting too worry that you wouldn't be showing! I figured old Coal flank had pulled his "I know where the fence is weak" trick again, and had you chasing him about the parade grounds for the next hour or so. Are we ready for your basement adventure?" Dinah tilted her head up at Beverly, her blue eyes full of mirth at the young woman's antics. "I see you have your sneaking clothes on too. Good thing you had the luck of caring for those horrid beasties so you didn't have to wear your armor eh?" Beverly nodded as she caught her breath, her hands on her knees. Instead of her armor, she was clad in a blue, tight fitting short sleeve tunic, tan leather pants and flared buccaneer boots. The outfit showed off her figure very well, and drew a few looks from those she had passed on her way. "Yes, I am all ready..got my note pad for documenting what I find too!" Beverly grinned as she walked past Dinah, and started to descend the stairs. The soles of her boots creaking slightly, but other than that she made no sound. When she reached the bottom step she was forced to fumble for a moment, until she found and lit the lamp that was on a nearby barrel. Had the room been in official use as a prison, the sconces would have been full, the torches inside lit. To her dismay, they were empty, and it showed every evidence of being used only for storage. Never the less, she bucked her sinking heart up, and began to comb the chamber, from one side to another. It was a large room, taking up about a fourth of the total area the basement filled, she could see two cells as well, their fronts simple bars so that a jailor could look inside at the prisoners, and see that they were up to no mischief. Though the doors were open, and both were partially filled with crates. A few minutes of searching barrels and crates turned up nothing of real interest. Though she was able to steal an apple from one box to munch on as she looked. She sat on top of one crate after dropping the lid with a sigh. Her eyes scanning the stone walls as she spoke to the empty space. "Daaammn, freaking Roonris was right...its just a store room" Beverly leaned back and looked up at the ceiling. "I was really hoping it was something interesting...being a soldier is so boring...." She trailed off as she looked around the walls again. Noticing that the cellar seemed to be smaller than it ought, just judging from the size of the main area and the two cells that she could see. Beverly moved to the wall between the two cell doors, noting that there was unaccounted for space there. The cell walls ending a foot or so short of where they should if they abutted. Curiosity filled her again and her green eyes sparkled with anticipation as she ran her hands over the walls. That sort of wasted space could only mean a secret passage! Everyone knew that if there was a prison in a castle (which this was), there was always a secret passage or two! She searched and searched, tugging on wall sconces, pushing on blocks, moving crates. It was after another hour of searching, that she rested against the wall. Dusty and frustrated, her hands behind her as she stomped her foot. "Stupid secret passage! You are supposed to have an easy to find lever or something, like in the books!" She turned and shoved on the wall again, kicking it with disappointment when her foot hit a stone near the base of the wall to low for someone to normally closely inspect. The stone clicked and sank into the wall, at the same time one of the stones under her palm shifted. The two part latching system to the door clicking open, allowing her to swing part of the wall inward, on soundless hinges. Beverly peered down the short passage, sliding inside without even realizing it, she slowly walked to the doorway at the end. Her heart now pounding, and her body tensing with the excitement of the unknown. Taking pains to remain quite. When she reached the doorway she blinked at the light. Looking from a dark hall into a well lit room almost blinded her for a few moments. When her vision cleared her mouth fell open in shock at what she saw. The room was well lit by several humming crystals that were set into fixtures on the walls. The light they cast was warm, and quite bright despite the slight blue hue to it. Beverly had actual seen quite a few of the crystals since she had been sent to the garrison in Draenor. The local Draenei used them for lighting and heating inside their homes. A gentle warmth being a by product of whatever magical process caused the crystals to glow. There was a bed in one corner of the room, piled high with blankets that hung to the floor, and a heavy table to her left as she entered. The walls and floor were stone, and the ceiling was supported by several heavy wooden beams running lengthwise across the room. It was a decently sized space, able to fit about a dozen people with a reasonable amount of comfort. There was also a metal grate set into the stone in the middle of the floor, none of this is what she was paying attention to as she walked inside. In the center of the room was the Prisoner she had so desperately hoped existed, although the rest of the scene was something she could scarcely imagine. The Prisoner was a Human or so it seemed, and was a woman, there was no doubt of that. Her flame red hair was thick, and hung loosely around her shoulders and down her back. Her skin was pale, almost gray, though it had an alluring vibrancy to it that drew Beverly closer. The Prisoner was naked, the only things covering her skin were the white leather straps that had been used to bind her arms behind her back, one at her wrists, another at her elbows. She was blindfolded as well. A shaped leather mask covering her eyes, eyebrows and cheekbones. Her mouth was stuffed with a bright red ball, that had been strapped in place, gagging her and keeping her grunts, moans and cries quiet enough to not alert anyone outside the room. The woman's breasts were full, larger than Beverly's and capped with almost bubblegum pink nipples, although they had been mostly covered by thin gauze, sheer enough to see through. The gauze held a small, humming crystal to each of the woman's nipples. The controls for each strapped to the woman's belly with another pristine white leather band. The Prisoner reared up suddenly, and Beverly fell back onto her bottom as she jerked away, fearing that she had been detected by the bound woman. Beverly had not realized she had gotten so close to the woman during her inspection of her bound form. Beverly's eyes were wide and her body seemed frozen a she watched. The Prisoner wore a leather collar she now saw, It was black and reinforced with Iron, several rings were attached to it at intervals one of which Beverly now saw had been used to attach a chain to a ring in the floor. Keeping the Prisoner from standing, and limiting the range of her motion to straight backed kneeling. Beverly's eyes followed the chain to the floor, and she flushed as she realized why the woman was arching her back now. Her cries muffled by the gag as she shuddered in ecstasy. Beverly could clearly see the bright flame colored strip of trimmed pubic hair above the woman's exposed sex. The puffy lips spread around something that had been inserted into the woman, and between the Prisoners muffled cries Beverly could hear a humming sound. Beverly's Basement Ch. 02 All characters in this story are both fictional, and over the age of 18. All characters are used with permission, or completely made up by the author. Takes place in the Warcraft universe. This is the second part of a series, so you might want to look back to the start for more on the characters. I had intended this to be out sooner, but had some block when it came to pacing and the next turns of the story. It ended up somewhere I didn't expect. Hope you enjoy! --------------------------------------------------------- Sweat burned in her eyes as Beverly struggled to roll literally, the last hurdle from the practice yard, into the storage shed on the courts south end. The midday sun was relentless, and the added workout of clearing all the heavy workout equipment from the combat practice yard at the end of the hour long session had her skin soaked, her hair plastered to her forehead, and her young limbs burning with post workout fatigue. With a sadly less that ferocious grunt, she finished pushing the hurdle inside the shed and slammed the door. Grumbling about pint sized tyrants and heavy wooden workout gear, Beverly wearily tugged across the yard. Her sordid thoughts on the events that had lead her to this current occupation. Last week she had finally wheedled her friend, Dinah Coppersmith, into helping her sneak into the basement of the barracks. She had been convinced there was some incredible secret in those rooms, and she had (for once ) been right. Beverly's face burned from more that just workout exertion now as she remembered the woman she had found, locked await in a secret room. Her breath picking up at the memory of the Prisoner's nearly naked body, bound and teased continually with vibrators until she climaxed, presumably multiple times, for the amusement of the Garrison's Commander. Beverly's abrupt flight from the room, (after some fevered masturbation she was not proud of) had alerted her superiors to her visit to the basement, landing her with extra duties. Beverly had decided against telling anyone what she had seen, since it was likely, that with out proof her comrades would not believe her. It also seemed likely that her superiors might already know about and condone the affair. So alerting them might actually get her into more trouble. It might even earn her a place in the cellar. That thought made her blush and get lost in naive fantasy. Her head swam with images of restraints and the phantom figure of the garrison's commander laughing as he tormented her. She reached down and picked up the bucket that hung by a rope near the top of the well. Not really thinking about what she was doing as she moved now. Beverly was still hot enough from her workout and distracted enough by hormones, that she absentmindedly upended the bucket of water over her own head. The cool of it making her shriek and dance around in place for a moment of initial shock, though shock was replaced by refreshment as her outfit was soaked, and the worst of the sweat washed away from her prickly feeling skin. Her body somewhat revived, her mind focused on her resolve to free trapped prisoner of lust, and absolve her own guilt in finding pleasure in the woman's torment. She stretched then, unaware of the clatter of armor as a few of the sentries on patrol suddenly lost focus on their paths, and watched as the pretty, perky figured 19 year old unwittingly put on a stupendous show. Her clothes now clinging to her curves as she moved, and her work out shirt rendered near transparent. Beverly had also elected to go bra less thus treating anyone nearby to the sight of her cold hardened nipples, and the dark blotches of her areola's under her shirt. Beverly gnawed absently on her thumbnail as she walked back to the barracks. To focused on her new plan to once more enter the cellar to notice the looks and comments that were leveled her way. She stopped a bit suddenly as a massive Mastiff bounded across her path, and she focused on the animal in a moment of panic. Her eyes wide and her mouth slightly open in shock, until she noted the animal stopped a few feet away, and deposited a brightly colored ball at the feet of an impossibly tall woman. Roonris was initially focused on the dog she had been playing fetch with, only noting the still dripping figure as she straightened from retrieving the ball. Her gaze swept over Beverly and fell into the familiar expression of amused disapproval she seemed to wear constantly around the girl. She crossed her arms and quirked an eyebrow as she idly pointed towards Beverly's torso. "I though Sparkfuze had told you no weapons around the garrison...you could cut glass with those things." "Oh my....oh....noooo!" Beverly wailed as she suddenly realized her near nudity, and belatedly covered her bosom with her arms. "No everyone has...Oohhhhh...." The young woman whimpered and appeared totally crestfallen by her condition, and the few groans of disappointment that reached her now that her shapely breasts were once more hidden. Roonris couldn't help but laugh, Beverly was a bit scatter brained, and had some odd ideas, but she had endeared herself to the Elven woman. Roonris put an arm around the deflated girl's shoulders, leading her back to the quarters. A grin still on her lips as she spoke to Beverly, though her manner was like that of an elder sibling than a friend, or co-worker. "You have been moping around the place since last week, I know you like to keep people around her happy, but maybe a topless show wasn't the best option to turn things around?" The tall woman teased, though she had already decided to help pick up Beverly's spirits and help her with her silly basement obsession. "Tell you what, if it will keep you from stripping in the street, I will help you with that basement plan you had. Though I will only get you inside, I still don't really believe you found anything other than a daydream down there." Roonris was treated to the always pleasant sight of a teenager dropping a tragic mood, in favor of an excited smile, and energy galvanized posture. Beverly nearly beamed and though she kept her arms crossed over her chest, she hopped slightly in excitement. "Really? You are going to help?" Beverly vaulted from her scandalized embarrassment, to enthusiasm in a heartbeat. Roonris was a friend, but was pretty unpredictable when it came to behavior. At least where Beverly was concerned. "I have the stuff I am going to need all packed and ready! The only thing I hadn't figured out was how to get back inside! Thank you Thank you Thank you!" The last came out as a torrent as the girl impulsively hugged the Elf, receiving an awkward hug in return. "It is really no problem, I sneak into boring supply rooms all the time...it is easy." The elf snickered and gave Beverly a light swat on her backside to shoo her off into the barracks. "I will see you tonight after the second watch ok? Try no to wear orange or mope the whole time, it really alerts people to your movents." The elf teased again as she strode off, once more taking the ball from the mouth of the now ecstatic mastiff. Roonris's back was turned so she didn't see that Beverly had frozen in place at the door to the common room. Her mind a whirl of thoughts, and mistake assumptions. "The shirt thing was an accident...but it totally changed Roonris's mind!" Beverly's cheeks flamed at the idea, her imagination having lost contact with the shores of reality long ago. "I finally got her charmed! Now I can get her help with anything! Wait....what if she tries to make out with me tonight!" Beverly's expression became chagrined at that, she remembered how Roonris had swatted her bottom, clearly an attempt by the lesbian elf to reciprocate the seduction attempts. All this shot through the girl's mind as the elf returned to her game of fetch in the yard, totally unaware of Beverly's misplaced suspicions. Her thoughts still a muddle of imagined danger mixed with success, Beverly walked into the main room of the barracks, noting that the place was empty as she went. The combination of good weather and stuffy stone construction convincing even the laziest troopers to find better places to lounge in their off hours. Beverly stripped off her soaking clothes, tossing them into the sack under her bunk her dirty things went into before wash day, and pulled a small towel from her footlocker. Using it to vigorously rug herself dry, starting from her feet to her head. She was so caught up in toweling out her short hair that she didn't see or hear the trio that entered the room from the other side. Coming down the stairs from the upper floor where the officers were quartered. It wasn't until she heard a voice speaking, in a disturbing proximity that she gasped and spun. Her hands still up towel still working through her tousled bangs, her body totally exposed to the speaker and his companions. Two of which she recognized, (and agonized) about immediately. "I was just expecting the normal weekly inspection tour Sergeant, you didn't have to arrange a show on my behalf!" Came the amused though somewhat dry comment. Sergeant Sparkfuze stood in the center, his expression one that could be best described as paternal frustration. One hand on his forehead before it swept back allot the crown of his head in a gesture she knew well. Though undoubtedly he had the best view of her due to his position and stature. The man standing to his right, the one whom had spoken, was tall and clad in the shining armor that fit his position. She needed no prompting to recognize the garrison's commander. His was dark hair, cut short and combed back from his face. His features tan from hours spent outdoors. His build on the heavy side of athletic, due to the weight of the armor, and sword that he wore. His grey eyes fixed with an amused, partially admiring gaze on the exposed young woman as he spoke again. "I mean you chose well, she is quite the pretty little thing. Though this sort of show isn't to appropriate for this time of day. I find Voyeuristic teasing is better after dinner." He drawled, a half smile on his face as he watched the flustered girl. "Ab-hweble!" Beverly helpfully squeaked as she pulled the small towel in front of her, covering her bare bosom, with just enough length left to barely obscure her crotch. Her face flaming once more, and her voice refusing to respond with anything but half words and sounds. "Oh Light! Not just Sparkfuze, but the Commander! They saw everything!" Flashed through her mind, though her thoughts stilled in shock when she noticed the third member of the trio. The woman had fallen slightly behind the two men, her hand to her mouth as she tried to keep her laughter at the situation stifled. She was clad as if in reflection to the Commander, a slender figure obscured by dark armor plates. Her black steel clad hand pressed to her lips as her shoulders shook with mirth. As impressive a figure as she cut, clad in that fashion, it was her flaming red hair, and her pale, almost grey hued skin that gave Beverly such pause. A thousand pulsing thoughts streamed through her mind then. As recognition struck her like a lightning bolt. It was all she could do to keep her hands, and the towel up as she stared at the woman. Her expression one of disbelief, and shame as she recognized the prisoner from the hidden basement cell. But the woman was free, armed and armored, and now chatting with the Commander as if they were long time friends. Confusion swept Beverly and it took a hearty poke to her flank from the Sergeant to bring her back into focus. "Merchant! Answer the Commander when he addresses you. No! Please do not salute!" The short man raised his hands to stop the young woman as she immediately fell back onto the manners drilled into her in basic training, keeping her arms where they were, holding the towel to cover her nudity. That annoyed paternal expression once more creasing his lips and brow. "I think the poor dear is in shock Sergeant. You don't need to be so brisk with her." The mystery woman now spoke, crossing to stand in front of Beverly, and pulling a blanket from the bunk, drawing it over the girl's shoulders. "Lets get you covered up so the boys can talk without trying to get another glimpse of teenage tits and ass, Hmmm?" Her voice was low, and rich, and still shook with amusement at Beverly's plight. Though her gesture was welcome, even though it made the girl nervious, as it put the woman in close proximity, and physical contact with the naked girl, her arm now holding the blanket around Beverly's shoulders as they resumed the conversation. "Yes...probably for the best Lexi." Agreed the Commander as he once more addressed Beverly. "Sparkfuze tells me you are the famous Pvt. Merchant, scourge of the well ordered, and barracks room exhibitionist. I doubted the later until just now....not that I mind Private, though this may not be the best venue for you. To many men, to far from their wives." The man chuckled then, and fixed her with a steady gaze. Making sure she was listening now, though it was clear that Lexi's proximity had her flustered for some reason. As it was, though she was now a part of the discussion, Beverly's mind was still flying a mile a minute. The casual drape of Lexi's arm across her shoulders, making her painfully aware of how she had first seen the woman, naked and chained in the basement. Locked in the throes of passion to remorseless devices. She hated to admit it, but the combination of her nudity, the memories and the frank, knowing, and steady gaze of the Commander had her more than a little aroused. "You did get that didn't you, Miss Merchant?" Lexi now whispered into her ear. " I know that Duke hates to repeat himself." "What? N-no I didn't get that Sirs, Ma'am! P-please repeat it for me....." Beverly's voice grew fainter as she spoke, another panic about to set in, when it was stalled by Commander Duke's laughter. "There is no need to be so mean to the child Lexi. That is the Sergeants job." He reached up and patted Beverly's shoulder to calm her as he resumed speaking. "You have a bit of a reputation Private. Report to my office this evening after chow, I think we need to have a frank and open discussion of things. Get you back onto the right track, or at least naked in public less often. Let's go, I still need to see the stables." His last words were directed to the other two as he walked across the room after one last nod to Beverly. "I think I will split off here Duke, I need to get on the road soon if you recall." The red haired woman stopped the Commander for a moment, kissing his cheek with a quick embrace, before he nodded and vanished. The agitated Gnome in tow. "Now....Miss Merchant. From what I gather you were the person I heard in my...vacation room the other day." Lexi spoke directly as she smiled and focused on the now quivering girl. "y-Yes. I didn't see anything though! I mean I saw everything, but it wasn-" Lexi silenced the girl with a knotted brow and a frown. Her own deep blue eyes intent and seeming to look right through the girl. "No lies girl. I know what you saw, and if what Duke said is true, how you reacted. Let me just say, that with this little incident I consider us even." She moved next to Beverly as she spoke in a lower voice now. "Mostly because after seeing your bare little butt, I suspect I will have company down there in the future." She laughed again at the chagrined expression on Beverly's face as the meaning of the comment struck her. "Duke and I are old friends, we share a hobby you see. I can guess what you are thinking, so I will tell you. You have no need to be sexually intimidated by me....I am not into girls. You did get Dukes attention though. So I would expect your little meeting tonight to be an eye opener... I suggest you leave your panties here when you go." With another laugh and a sightly salacious pat on the girl's cheek she turned to leave. "Oh...and you need to learn some restraint. If flashing people turns you on so much, better not do it." She shook her head and waved a hand in front of her face before she slipped out the door with a last retort. "We could smell your pussy soaking itself during our chat...better take care of that before someone comes in." She disappeared into the sunlight outside then. Beverly was motionless in the room for a few moments as she digested the events. Torn between stark terror and shameful excitement at the prospect of her meeting later that night. She then flopped onto her bunk, her hand sliding down her body then, and finding that Lexi had spoken true ly. Her fingers were soaked the second they reached her pubic mound. Her body hot and her sex almost dripping with need. Her back arched and her hips rose as her thumb brushed her little clit. Making her moan aloud and her cheeks redden once more. The three of them catching her naked then making light of it had her aching for release. With quick circular motions of her fingers she ground into her sodden slit. Rubbing her labia with abandon, her thumb pressing to her clit as two of her fingers dove into her entrance. She closed her eyes and bit her lip then as she savagely finger fucked herself. Her body curling up as she fingered her slit and rubbed the hard little peaks of her healthy B- cup breast. She curled her fingers as she slid them in and out of herself. Her mind flashing from the masculine figure of Duke, his steady voice and grey stare, and the memories of Lexi in her own moments of passion below. She rolled to her stomach, and bit her pillow then. Her cute little ass in the air as she plunged fingers in and out of her now messy, juice drooling slit. Creating a wet spot on the sheets beneath her, and making herself breathless with need and pleasure combined until finally she reached her peak. Imagined sensations of the Commanders hands caressing her body as Lexi watched and laughed filling her guilty imagination as her body shook and she screamed into her pillow. Her hips rocking as she sawed her fingers into her pussy though the intense orgasm. Finally the aftershocks subsided, and she collapsed on her mattress, blanket still around her slender body as she blacked out. --------------------------- Beverly's Basement Clearly the vibrator, for that is what it had to be, was turned on, and the woman was being continually assailed by the thrumming sensations to both her sex, and her nipples. Beverly could not help but notice how slick the woman's thighs had become, moisture coating them to drip down into the grate that was beneath her in the stone floor. The Prisoner had obviously been left here, filled with sex toys to cum over and over again during the course of the day! The girl covered her mouth as she gasped. This had to be why the commander kept coming down to the cellar, and why he went down several times a day with that box. He must be keeping this woman as his personal plaything. Stopping by to check on her and possibly devise more fiendish tortures...maybe even use her body himself! Beverly skidded back, now flushing a deep red color. The idea of the Commander using this woman made her young mind burn with vivid imaginings. She stopped moving as her back touched the leg of the table behind her, and she stared at the prisoner as the woman shuddered and crumpled to the floor. Moaning and panting in the after math of her climax. The hum of the vibrators now plain to hear in the quiet room. As she sat against the table, her head swam for a few moments, she was dazed by the sudden confrontation with sadistic carnal satisfaction. A heavy scent in the air further confusing the young girl. She snapped to focus then, realizing two things: One, that the heady scent she was smelling was the arousal of the prisoner, the woman had obviously been cumming on the vibes for several hours at this point, and the feminine scent of her arousal had filled the room. The second, that Beverly herself was breathing hard, and as she shifted her legs, she felt a shameful heat and slippery sensation at her own crotch. Beverly gasped and shook her head in denial, pressing her thighs together as if to deny the fact. Though that act instead verified the hot, wet throb she felt now. The warmth now rolling up through her belly. Hesitantly Beverly slid her hand down the front of her pants, her fingers confirming the truth. Watching the Prisoner, naked and spasming in orgasm, had made her soaking wet. There was no mistaking the glistening juices that coated her fingers as she held them before her wide emerald eyes. "Oh nooooo! I'm a Pervert!" She wailed, immediately assuming that her body's reaction was due to a deviant mental state, and not her inexperience with sexual matters, mixed with her hormones priming her young body for action. For no one could observe the scene before her without having some reaction. Perhaps hers was on the extreme side, but she had been sheltered growing up. Her sexual experience to this point coming from her own hands, despite a spirited attempt she had made with a boy down the road before she had shipped out for Basic training. Inadvertently she let out a plaintive moan at this discovery. She gasped as she heard her voice in her own ears, and slapped her hand to her mouth. Once more afraid she would rouse a hidden guard, or get the attention of the panting, sweat covered woman before her. Which did not help the situation, for her fingers only smeared her lips with her own juices. She licked her lips automatically at feeling the warm liquid then froze. "Oh by the Light! I am a super pervert! I just licked my own pussy juice!" Flashed through her mind, sending her reeling again. Though her senses focused on the tangy, almost sweet taste now on her tongue. When she recovered from her shock, she realized her hand had returned to her pants, and out of instinctual need, that her slender fingers were busily rubbing her slippery petals and caressing her hard little clit. Beverly was excited enough by the new, and intensely sexual encounter she was now in, that she was unable to fully control her body. Her blood pounding in her ears as she slid one finger partially inside herself. She stirred her tight slit using her thumb to frantically circle and rub her hard little clitoris. Her little panting breaths of lust mixing with a dirty sounding squishing that drifted up from her pants. Her need was surprisingly strong and as pleasure shivered up her body, she was unable to control herself. To late, she jerked her hand free, her body shivering ,and her back arching as a light climax hit her, making her gasp and spasm for a few moments. Beverly panted out of breath for a moment, absent mindedly licking her fingers again. That same tangy sweet flavor shocking her back to focus. Her fingers were glistening with her juices again. She felt more hot liquid between her thighs soaking her panties and coating her skin, Beverly whimpered as she looked down. The crotch of her pants was now stained dark with dirty girl juice, a clear beacon to all of her evil, pervert nature. Not only had she masturbated in front of another person, but it was a woman! All this was to much for Beverly to take, and she stood, bolting from the room. Her boots pounding on the stone floor of the cellar. Thudding across the wooden steps, and floorboards of the barracks. And ringing on the cobbles of the street as she pelted out of the building and across the Garrison. Beverly did not stop running until she was outside the walls, by the side of the small lake they drew their water from. Beverly didn't hear Dinah's surprised exclamation as the Human girl blew past the dwarf. Hadn't noticed as the secret door had closed behind her as she had left, she wasn't even aware of the shocked faces of the three fishermen she nearly bowled over as she reached the lake, and plunged into the cool water. Her face burning with shame at the discovery of what she considered to be, her lustful depravity. Beverly emerged from the water, her face still flushing beat red. Though her brows were knit over her pretty pixie like face as she mentally vowed to return to the cellar. Her goal to erase her shame by freeing the woman held there as a sexual thrall. Although she quailed for a moment at the thought of her Commander, wrathful in his defeat. She still resolutely marched back into the garrison, to plan the rescue. End Part one.