2 . #2
“Just what do you think you’re doing?” She laughed, trying to get into his head.
Well he wasn’t letting her.
“Drop the towel.” He commanded.
“What? Listen her you worthless-”
Ian pulled back the hammer on the gun, and she froze, her jaw agape.
“You know, before I was going to go easy on you, but now, now you won’t be able to walk straight for the rest of your life after I’m done with you!” She puffed up, doing her best to intimidate him.
“Things are working differently now, so lose the towel.” He spoke firm, keeping the gun straight.
Cynthia’s jaw dropped, she gasped, and then she looked around, as if there was some avenue of escape or hope of rescue. After a moment, she realized that she was corned, and with a sigh, drew open the towel and let it fall.
Her beauty and radiance lit up the room. It was like Ian was in the presence of a valkyrie sent from the gods, and her naked body was even more exquisite than he could have possible imagined.
Her breast hung free, heaving up and down with her anger.
Even though they were fake, they were beautiful and perfectly shaped, and the rest of her body was thickly muscled, with a hard six pack, and thighs that looked like she could crush him.
His raging erection, which had subsided when she attempted to humiliate him, was back with a vengeance.
“There, are you happy,” She placed her hands on her hips. “Seriously, you’ll be court martialed for this.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure.” He bluffed. She was probably right, but Ian was making this up as he went.
“I’ll see to it that they bury you.” She sneered.
“Here,” He tossed her the slingshot bikini. “Put it on.”
“Ugh…” She gasped as she caught it and stared at it with disgust.
“Put… it… on…” Ian said through gritted teeth.
Cynthia sighed, and then stepped into the skimpy swimsuit, pulling it up between her legs and pulled the camo covered straps over her breasts.
Even though he had just seen her completely nude, something about seeing her in the slingshot did something to Ian.
The way the straps pressed her breasts in, like they were trying to prevent her bosoms from escaping, sent a shiver through his body.
Her nipples pressed against the fabric, adding to the feeling that her delicious boobs were trying to get free.
The slingshot left her mid-section completely exposed except for where the fabric met between her legs, but it was the back that made Ian curious.
“Turn around.” He motioned with the gun.
“What?” She sneered.
“I said turn around.” He motioned again with the gun.
Cynthia sighed and spun around, exposing her almost completely nude backside. Ian could see the almost invisible strip running up between her large, round buttocks. Her ass was just as firm and sold as the rest of her body.
“You like that?” She barked at him.
Ian smiled, he really did, but there was something… missing. He chewed his lip as he eyed up the drill sergeant’s almost bare ass, and then had an idea.
“Your boots, put them on.” He ordered.
“What?” She turned around, her jaw agape.
“I said put them on.” He motioned with the gun.
Cynthia sighed, placed her hands on her head, and strolled over towards the door where her boots were. As he followed her, Ian grabbed a camo baseball cap from a peg, and then stood and watched as she bent over to slip on her black boots.
“You got some sick fetish that you’re making me play out?” She grumbled as she slipped on the boots.
“I think you’re the one with the fetish.” He retorted.
“What I do with my personal time is none of your business.”
She finished putting on one boot and switched to the other.
Ian couldn’t take his eyes off of her incredible, round backside as she did.
If she caught the light just right, he could almost make out the clear piece of wire running down those magnificent cheeks of hers.
Cynthia finished putting on her other boot and turned to face him, placing her hands on her hips and glaring at Ian.
“Now put this on.” He tossed her the hat. She caught and glared at him.
“Don't make me repeat myself.” He cracked at smile.
Cynthia grumbled, took a hair-tie from her wrist that he hadn’t noticed before, pulled her hair back in a ponytail, and then slipped on the cap, pulling her ponytail out through the back.
She stood again with her hands on her hips and raised her chin in defiance at him.
All in all, with the hat, the boots, and the slingshot bikini, she presented an incredibly sexy image.
Ian could feel himself throbbing at the sight of her, but knew that he couldn’t lower his guard.
“Now what?” She sighed at him.
“Fleetman’s camera, where is it?” Ian asked.
“Wait, this is about the nerd’s camera?” She asked, furrowing her brow.
“I said, where is it?” He asked again.
“Fine, it’s over here.” She made her way over to a wall filled with shelves and drawers, Ian taking a step back and aiming the gun at her as he did.
“Hey now, hands where I can see them.” He knew that as much as he wanted to leer at her almost naked body, he had to stay on edge. The first moment she could find a weakness, she would pounce.
Cynthia stepped over to a drawer and reached out to open it.
“Oh no,” Ian shouted and hurried over. “You aren’t pulling a fast one on me.” He stopped in front of her and kept the gun aimed.
“It’s in there.” She motioned to the drawer.
“Over there, now.” Ian motioned to a corner and Cynthia put her hands up and backed away, not taking her eyes off of him.
Keeping the gun and his eyes trained on the sergeant, Ian opened the drawer and rifled around in it with one hand. It didn’t take him long to find the camera, and he retrieved it without ever taking his eyes off of Cynthia.
“So you have it, now what?” She asked, still keeping up her defiant facade.
Let’s see how long that holds up. Ian thought.
“Outside.” He ordered.
“No, there’s no way I’m going out in this.” She gasped.
“Yes you are, because I’m going to ensure that you don’t come after us for this.” Ian watched as she turned, placed her hands above her head, and stepped over to the door.
Once she was in place, he stepped over to the door. As he moved towards her, he stopped and grabbed a few restraints, ropes, and cloths from the wall, watching as Cynthia’s eyes went wide as he did.
Just in case… Ian thought. If Cynthia was trouble, he could use her “toys” to tie her up at least.
He opened the door with one hand while keeping the gun on her with the other, and motioned for her to step outside. Cynthia glared at him, but with no other choice, stepped out in the warm night air wearing nothing but her sling bikini.
Ian followed a few paces behind, directing her towards the gate, doing his best not to focus on her ass cheeks moving up and down with every step she took.
As instructed, the rest of the recruits were all gathered by the gate, waiting for Ian’s return.
He watched their reactions as he and Cynthia grew closer, first shock and fear at thinking Cynthia had found out about them, then their jaws dropped at the sight of her in the sling, and then confusion as they saw Ian coming up behind, holding a gun.
“Ian, what the…” Davis muttered.
“Quite a sight, isn’t she?” Ian stepped around his hostage, still keeping the gun on her.
“This is… this is… a lot…” Kent muttered, trying not to stare at Cynthia’s breasts in the revealing sling.
“That’s yours.” Ian handed the camera to Fleetman, who only gawked at it, and then Cynthia.
“If you all turn on him then I’ll forget this ever happened.” Cynthia barked, and Ian noticed hesitation in the eyes of his fellow recruits.
“Why don’t you tell them the truth Cynthia, how you get off on torturing us?” Ian smiled.
There was a murmur through the recruits, and Cynthia glared at him.
“Oh yes,” Ian paced around the drill sergeant, never taking the gun off of her. “Cynthia here has her own personal torture chamber. It was never about training us to her, it was always just about being a sadist.”
More murmurs, even angrier.
“You all are dead after this!” She said through gritted teeth.
“I don’t think you’ll say a word to anyone about this, especially since we’ll have all the photographic evidence.” Ian gestured to Fleetman and his camera.
Fleetman’s eyes went wide and he looked down at the camera dangling around his neck.
“Uhh… what?”
“You wouldn’t dare.” Cynthia hissed.
“Just a little insurance policy.” Ian shrugged.
“I’m going to rip you all a new one. You won’t be able to stand for weeks after I’m done with you!” Cynthia screamed, her eyes blazing as she stared at the recruits.
“We’ll see about that.” Ian stepped over next to Fleetman. “Get that camera ready.”
Fleetman looked over at Ian, and then at Cynthia glaring at him, and then over at his fellow recruits. All of them were staring at Cynthia with a mixture of both lust and anger. Finally, the recruit raised his camera and snapped a photo.
“No, no, that’s not it. We need more.” Ian stepped forward, keeping his gun trained on Cynthia.
“What do you want?” Fleetman asked timidly.
“Cynthia, give us more, pose a bit.” Ian taunted the drill sergeant.
Cynthia glared at him, then at the other recruits salivating over her, and then leaned forward, crossed her arms under her breasts and pushed them up and together. Every man cheered and hooted at the sight. Fleetman raised his camera and snapped a few photos.
“Come on, give us some more.” Ian encouraged, and the Cynthia leaned back, still keeping her breasts pushed out, and pouted her lips.
Fleetman snapped more photos.
“Turn around, let them see the back.” Ian suggested to Cynthia, who gasped and dropped her jaw, but then obeyed, turning around and planting her hands on her hips so the recruits could see how she was almost naked on the behind.
Upon sight of the fishing line holding up the bikini, there was a chorus of gasps and cheers from the recruits, and Fleetman snapped more photos. Cynthia stole a look over her shoulder at Ian, who grinned back at her.
“You’re a natural at this Sergeant Storm, I get the feeling this isn’t your first photoshoot.”
“Just wait until I get my hands on you...” She grumbled.