3 .
The sun rose the next day on the fort, but instead of a flag waving over the barracks, it was a bound and gagged woman.
Ian personally couldn’t think of anything more patriotic in the morning than a half naked, bound woman dangling from a flagpole, especially when it was staff sergeant Cynthia Storm.
He was actually surprised when he came out the next morning to find her still hanging by the wire attached to her sling, but by the looks of it, it had not been an easy night for their former superior officer.
Cynthia had wrapped her powerful legs around the pole behind her in an effort to ease the tension on the flimsy bikini, and her beautiful ass cheeks were clenched tightly around the cold metal behind her.
She was grunting into her gag, her full bosoms gleaming with sweat running down her chest.
Clearly it was taking all she had to keep herself up.
“Hrrrggh… mmmmrrrmmm…” She grunted, closing her eyes as she pressed herself against the flagpole.
All of Ian’s fellow recruits gathered around him, looking up at the humiliated, scantily clad woman.
It would have been so easy to leave just then, turn around and never think about Cynthia Storm again, but they had decided differently.
The night before, they had stayed up a few hours debating on what to do with the bound and gagged sergeant.
Some had petitioned to let her go, after all, they had the blackmail photos, but quickly those opinions were swayed.
Others had said to just leave, eventually someone would be along to find her, right?
But Ian won them all over to his side. They couldn’t just leave her, that would be letting her off easy.
She needed punished for what she had done, all those weeks of torture she had inflicted on all of them.
Over night, they had devised a plan, a way of getting back at Cynthia for making their lives miserable.
They would play that out over the course of the day, and then, once she had been put in her place, they would leave.
And of course, Fleetman would get it all on his camera, in case Cynthia made trouble for all of them in the future.
“Okay boys, I think it’s time to lower the flag.” Ian instructed one of his recruits to let Cynthia down.
“Urrrmmm…” She let out what seemed like a sigh of relief as she began to lower to the ground.
Ian watched in awe as Cynthia lowered to the ground.
Every muscle in her frame was pumped to its limit and glistening with sweat.
She looked more like a valkyrie than ever, a helpless, tied valkyrie.
Cynthia hit the ground on shaky legs and stood straight, doing her best to look strong and defiant, but Ian could see it in her eyes, she was tired.
Still, she lifted her chin and glared at him as the cable was unhooked from her slingshot bikini.
“Well sergeant, are you ready to run your drills for the day?” Ian smiled.
“Whhht!” Her eyes went wide.
“Let’s move!” He commanded, and a moment later two recruits grabbed Cynthia from under either arm and began dragging her away from the flag pole and out into an open area of the fort.
“Mmmrrroo! Sthhhpp! Ummmmpph!” She protested, kicking and crying into her gag as she was dragged directly out under the beating Texas sun.
“Mmmpph! Mmmm!” She grunted as her captors stood her straight as two other recruits kneeled down and began tying her feet together.
“Ummph! Stthhp!” She tried to resist but one recruit held her feet together at the ankles while the other secured them together with rope.
“Oh what? I thought you would love having two people kneeling at your feet.” Ian smiled and came up next to Cynthia.
“Urrggg gggmmm hrrrm…” She glared at him. Once her feet were secured, the two privates took up positions on either side of Cynthia, holding her by either arm to help her stand.
Ian smiled at the helpless drill sergeant and then he turned to face the group of recruits all standing at attention in a mockery of how Cynthia used to have them. All of them were practically salivating at the sight of the bound and gagged woman in the small, slingshot bikini.
“Well gentleman, for today’s drill, we are going to learn how to successfully silence an enemy combatant!” Ian addressed the crowd, puffing out his chest and pacing like he was the new drill sergeant.
“Sergeant Storm here has graciously offered to demonstrate for us.” Ian gestured to the bound and gagged Cynthia.
“Whhht!” Her eyes went wide.
“You see here,” Ian gestured to the camouflage colored handkerchief currently gagging the drill sergeant. “Sergeant Storm here is sporting a lovely OTM, or Over the Mouth gag, completely covering her lower jaw, lips, and mouth.”
“Whrryy yhhh mmhhhttrrr ffkkkrrr…” She grumbled.
“But sometimes there’s more to an OTM, and adding some stuffing is also an effective way of keeping an enemy combatant silent.” Ian reached forward and pulled down the camouflage handkerchief covering Cynthia’s mouth, revealing the white cloth stuffed between her lips.
Almost immediately, Cynthia spit out the stuffing.
“Oh you punks! You insubordinate, perverted, undisciplined, sorry excuses for – MMMPH!” Cynthia was silenced yet again when Ian clamped his hand over her flapping lips.
“And this is a regular old hand gag.” Ian addressed his fellow recruits.
“Urrrggg ghmmmph! Stmmph!”
“Effective if you’re in a pinch and need to shut up an enemy real fast…”
“Hrrrggh! Gmmm hmmph!”
“But not good in the long term, you’ll have to find another way to keep them quiet eventually.” Ian pulled his hand away, and Cynthia continued her tirade.
“When I get out of this, I’m going to roast you all alive, I’m going to string you up by your whitey tighties and- MMMPH!”
As she ranted, Ian stepped behind her, grabbed the gag which had been hanging from around her neck, and pulled it up and back, tight through Cynthia’s lips. She gagged and chew as he tightened it at the back of her neck and stepped back forward to address the troops.
“This is called a cleave gag, where it is pulled tight between the enemies lips. There’s several variations, and like any gag, is more effective if the enemy’s mouth is stuffed first.”
“Whrry mmmooo llhhffflll shhhttt!” Cynthia spat at him through the gag.
“Then of course,” Ian reached into the bag and took out a roll of silver duct tape. “There’s the old stand by, duct tape.”
Cynthia’s eyes widened when she saw the tape.
“Nnnmmoo! Nnmmoo!” She shook her head as Ian approached her, roll of tape outstretched.
Ian reached out, grabbed the gag in Cynthia’s mouth, and yanked it out. She let out a breath and continued her verbal lashing of him.
“Don’t you dare you little worm! Keep that away from my mouth! Don-MMMMPH!” Once again she was cut off, this time by Ian pulling the end of the duct tape free and pressing it over her lips.
“Now,” Ian stepped around Cynthia, wrapping a layer of tape over her mouth. “Just one strip of duct tape isn’t enough.”
“Stthppp!”
“You have to get a good couple of layers over the enemy’s mouth in order to effectively gag them.” Ian wrapped layer after layer of duct tape, slowly covering Cynthia’s lower jaw with the sticky substance.
“Mmrrrggh! Ummmphh mmmph! Stpph!” Her eyes got wide and wider with every layer, but once her mouth was effectively wrapped in several layers, Ian stopped, broke off the roll, and stepped back to admire his work.
“Mmmmrrggh ghmmph!” Cynthia moaned through her gag. Her mouth was taped so effectively that she could barely move her jaw.
Ian took a moment to admire his gagged captive, relishing in Cynthia’s ongoing humiliation.
“Oh I bet you’d do anything to get that tape off your mouth?” Ian smiled at his gagged captive.
“Hrrrgg gmmmfff mmmph!” She responded.
“Now,” Ian turned to address his fellow recruits. “There are other ways to gag an opponent, these are just the basics, but if done right, they can be an effective way of keeping an enemy quiet, subdued, and complacent.”
“Hrrrggh! Whrrry ggmmnoo!” Cynthia grunted at him.
Once again, Ian turned to face the gagged sergeant, and then back to his fellow recruits.
“Everyone, give Sergeant Storm a hand here for helping out!” He gestured to the gagged woman with a flourish.
The recruits broke out in applause while leering at their former commanding officer with hungry eyes. Cynthia’s giant breasts heaved up and down with fury as she regarded her former recruits.
“Stttthpp! Sttthhp! Ohfffmm mmm gghhd!” She whined into her gag.
“I’ll tell you what,” Ian turned back to Cynthia while motioning for his fellow recruits to hold their applause. “What if we gave you the chance to earn your freedom?”
“Whffftt!” Her eyes went wide.
“Oh yes, a chance to go free. Of course we’ll always have the photos, but you could be free of those ropes in just a few minutes and we’ll leave you in peace.”
“Hrrrmm…” Her eyes narrowed, clearly she sensed a set up.
“Of course, we could just leave now while you’re all tied up and wearing next to nothing.” Ian shrugged and turned back to the eagerly awaiting troops.
“Nnnrrrooo! Mnnnoo!” She shook her head.
“Oh what’s that? Are you interested?” He raised an eyebrow.
“Ummm hmm! Ummm hmm!” She nodded, clearly realizing that the only way out of this was if she played along.
“Okay then,” He turned back to the nearest recruits. “Bring her to the obstacle course!”
A raucous cheer erupted from the onlooking crowd.
“Whhhmmmttt?” Cynthia whined, eyes wide with confusion. She barely had time to comprehend what he had said before two recruits hurried over to her, hooked the sergeant beneath each muscular arm, and dragged her away.
“Nnnnmmoh! Mmmph! Mmmm!” She moaned, looking over her shoulder at the yelling, cheering pack of recently liberated recruits following along as the helpless soldier was carried towards her next humiliation.
“Hrrrppp! Hllllp! Hrrrllpp mmhh!” She whined, her bound feet kicking and dragging behind her.
Once again, the group of recruits all paraded around her, a few running up, slapping or grabbing Cynthia’s ass, and then running off.
“Hrrrmmm! Stthhp!” She moaned as more ran up and groped her.