2 . #3
“What an excellent body, if only we could do something about that mouth of yours…” Ian bit his lip, then an idea popped into his head. He looked down at the ropes and cloths he had taken from Cynthia’s shack, feeling his already rock hard manhood stir between his legs at the thought.
Then Ian looked back up at his slingshot clad drill sergeant, seeing the lights from the barracks beyond, and in front of that, the American flag, flapping lazily in the warm breeze. A smile spread across his face as his plan continued to take shape.
“Okay, let’s move over there to the flag pole.” He gestured with the gun.
“Wait, what?” Fleetman asked, lowering the camera.
“Yeah we got the pictures, let’s go.” Kent added.
“Pictures, are you guys satisfied with just pictures?” Ian addressed his fellow recruits, keeping the gun aimed at Cynthia.
“Think of all the times she’s humiliated us, made us feel helpless and worthless.” Ian paced over to the drill sergeant, still keeping a good distance.
“What are you saying?” Davis asked.
“Don’t you think it’s time that she got to experience that too?” Ian smiled at Cynthia, who glared back at him, but there was something else behind her eyes, a new emotion.
Nervousness. Her eyes shifted from the gun to the restraints in Ian’s hands and suddenly he got it. Cynthia was scared of being humiliated and controlled like she did to everyone else.
Well too damn bad.
“I think we should put her through the ringer like she did us.” Ian never broke off his gaze as Cynthia continued to watch him.
A chorus of agreement went through the recruits.
“You heard them,” Ian motioned forward with the gun. “Move!”
Cynthia placed her hands on her head and marched forward, the recruits following close behind.
Fleetman took pictures of the sergeant as she walked, while the others continued to cat call and cheer her.
The drill sergeant’s jaw clenched as she tried pushing down the anger and frustration at being humiliated by her own recruits.
This is just the beginning. Ian smiled.
Cynthia marched a few paces ahead of them and the group stopped around the flagpole, spreading out to surround the drill sergeant. Even if she tried running or fighting, she couldn’t get through all of them.
“Kent, lower the flag,” Ian waved the gun as he gave orders. “Davis, tie up the sergeant.”
“What? You have your pictures, come on!” Cynthia complained as Davis took a length of rope and approached the scantily clad, muscular woman.
“Hands behind your back, sergeant.” Ian smiled.
“Look, let’s work this out. You got the pictures, just go, go and I won’t say anything.” Cynthia pleaded as she crossed her wrists behind her back.
Meanwhile, the other recruits had lowered the flag and removed it from the cable attached to the pole.
“It’s too late for that Cynthia.” Ian smiled, watching as Davis finished binding her wrists.
“Just go, you’ll never hear from me again.” She pleaded.
“Davis,” Ian held out the hand, revealing the array of cloths he took from Cynthia’s shack. “Gag the sergeant.”
“With pleasure.” Davis’ eyes lit up as he hurried forward and picked out two cloths to gag Cynthia with.
“Please don’t gag me, don’t-ummmph!” Cynthias’ beautiful brown eyes went wide as Davis wadded up a small white cloth and shoved it in her gaping maw.
Then he took a second, larger cloth, also camo colored to match her hat and bikini, and pulled it tight over her lips.
“Mmmmm gggmmmph! Mmmnnoo!” Cynthia whined as Davis secured the gag at the back of her neck.
“What’s that sergeant? I can’t hear you.” Ian laughed and turned his ear towards the gagged sergeant.
“Ummm hmmm bmm! Mmmph! Mmmmm!” Was her garbled response.
“To the flagpole, go!” He ordered, gesturing with his gun.
“Hrrrrmm!” Cynthia huffed and stormed over to the flagpole, followed by the rest of the recruits.
At this point Ian’s fellow recruits were like a pack of wolves, cheering, hooting, and hollering at the bound, gagged, and half naked sergeant. Each movement was accompanied by the flash of Fleetman’s camera as he snapped photos of her predicament.
“Urrfff!” Cynthia grunted as a recruit ran forward, smacked her ass, and ran back.
“Urrgggh grrgg!” She cried as more recruits ran forward, emboldened, and delivered more spankings.
“Mmmmph! Mmmrrrrggg grrrhh!” She grunted, spinning to glare at them as they backed off.
“That’s enough!” Ian put his hand up. They were at the flagpole, once again the recruits forming a circle around the bound drill sergeant.
“Loop this through the sergeant’s bikini.” Ian handed the end of the cable to a slobbering recruit next to him.
“Whmmmffftt!” Cynthia’s eyes went wide as the recruit ran behind her.
“It’s time for us to salute you, sergeant, and all you’ve done for us.” Ian smiled, watching as the recruit looped the cable through the metal ring at the back of Cynthia’s bikini.
“Mmmrrrhh! Sttpph!” Cynthia protested, both at Ian and the recruit securing the cable to her.
Ian smiled, not only did Cynthia look delicious in her slingshot bikini, but she looked even better bound and gagged. Her muffled cries sent shivers of delight through his body.
“Who knows, maybe if you manage to stay up there all night, we’ll let you go.” Ian smiled and stepped back.
“Mmnno! Whhhhtt! Ggrrmmm!” Cynthia cried and ran forward, forgetting that she was looped through the cable attached to the flag pole. It caught, pulling her back while simultaneously pulling up her bikini in a way that must have been very uncomfortable for her, but great for Ian and the recruits.
Everyone cheered and laughed at the humiliated sergeant’s predicament, then Ian signaled to a few of his compatriots to pull the sergeant up.
“Gentlemen, fly the flag!” Ian ordered, then stepped back, stood straight as a board, and saluted Cynthia.
“Urrgggh! Mmmmph! Ummph!”
It took several recruits to pull the cable up, Cynthia’s muscles made her a heavy loaded, but slowly the beautiful drill sergeant rose up along the flag pole, her feet kicking and moaning into her gag as she did.
For a moment, Ian wasn’t sure if the flimsy bikini would hold up, and expected that at any moment the slingshot would tear and Cynthia’s naked form would come plummeting down.
“Mmmmrrrmm hrrrmmm gmmph! Mmmmph! Mmmmph!”
Ian remembered how at summer camp a popular prank would be to fly someone’s boxer shorts on the flagpole, this was just the sexier, more humiliating version: flying the scantily clad drill sergeant from the flagpole.
Cynthia reached the top, her muffled cries still ringing out above them as she dangled, her slingshot riding up quite uncomfortably between her legs.
Ian and the recruits all fell in under her, saluting as she hung helpless from the flagpole.
“Mmrrrrmm ggmmph! Mmmmmph! Mnnoo!” She cried, half in anger, half in fear, her legs still kicking under her.
“Might want to watch out, too much struggling and that bikini may give out.” Ian called up to the struggling drill sergeant.
“Mmmmmmpph!” She screamed in response.
“Well, you just hang around. We’ll be back in the morning to check on you.” He laughed, still delighting in her helplessness.
“Mnnnooo! Stthhhph!”
“Let’s go boys.” Ian turned and headed back to the barracks, his fellow recruits falling in behind him.
“Hllllpp! Hhlllpp! Ummm hhlllp!” Cynthia called as they all headed inside to discuss what their next course of action was.