3 . #2
Ian watched and smiled as he marched, enjoying watching his former commanding officer squirm and squeal.
Her helplessness, her humiliation, the way she was dressed, it was all so delicious to him.
He almost wished he could keep her forever as his own personal pet, but kidnapping was a charge he didn’t want on his record.
Kidnapping…
The word made him think of his mom, how she was currently wanted for kidnapping.
The apple didn’t fall very far from the tree apparently.
Ian smiled, thinking of how if his mom saw him today she would probably burst a gasket, same with his dad, but they were too wrapped up in themselves to give a damn about him.
He didn’t know what he was doing after this little incident with Cynthia, but one thing he did know was that he was intending on never seeing his parents again.
“We’re here.” Kent told him, motioning to the obstacle course. It was a course well familiar to all of the recruits, Cynthia had made them run it every morning.
“Urrgg! Lffftt gghhh!” Cynthia grunted as her captors brought the struggling sergeant to a halt.
Ian nodded at Fleetman, indicating that he should snap as many pictures as he could.
“Well Sergeant, every morning as we ran this course, you sat there on the sidelines berating us…” Ian paced around the bound and gagged woman.
“Urrgggh!” She glared at him.
“Told us how easy it was. I believe that one time you told us you could do it with your hands tied behind your back.” Ian stopped directly in front of Cynthia, staring directly into her deep brown eyes.
“Ullp…” She whimpered.
“Now is your chance to put your money where your mouth is. That is, you could, if you didn’t already have a gag in your mouth.” He laughed and stepped aside and gestured to the course looming before her.
“Complete the course, and we’ll let you go free, conditional on your silence of course. Fail, and, well…” Ian smiled, leaving that last bit up to Cynthia’s imagination.
“Urrrmmm gggmmm…” She shuddered.
She must have a vivid imagination. Ian smiled, though in reality, he had no idea what he would do if Cynthia lost, which she most certainly would. If anything they would go with their most likely plan and just leave her tied up while they all fled.
“Nnnnnnhhh! Nnnnnnhh!” She pleaded, shaking her head at Ian.
“Oh yes,” He backed up and raised a whistle. “On your mark…”
“Nnnnmmpph!”
“Get set…”
“Mmmmph!”
“Go!” He blew into the whistle and the men around him broke into a frenzy, yelling, cheering, and catcalling Cynthia as she stared at them all in wide eyed horror.
She stood there, staring dumbfounded for a moment longer, and then hopped forward on her bound feet.
The first test was a series of tires scattered across the ground in a random pattern.
During training, the men were meant to jump from the inside of one tire to another without falling or landing outside of the tire.
It was relatively simple for someone with use of their hands and feet, but for Cynthia, it was now much, much harder.
“Urrfff…” She bent, the muscles under her skin shifting as she prepared to jump, and she bounced into the center of the first tire.
The men cheered at how her large breasts bounced when she jumped. Cynthia didn’t pay them any mind, no doubt realizing that she had to tune them out to get through this, and then she stooped to hop to the next tire.
“Mmmm!” She cried as she landed in the next tire but wobbled, teetering to the side.
All of the men cheered, as it seemed like the drill sergeant was going to fall, but Cynthia righted herself, bent down, and hopped to the next tire, once again treating them to a delicious breast bounce.
Ian was impressed with just how well that sling contained her large breasts, but then again it was still early in the obstacle course.
Then Cynthia hopped to the next tire, and the next, seemingly finding a rhythm. Her beautifully muscled legs flexing and undulating with each jump, along with a magnificent breast bounce. Each jump was accompanied by a wonderful “Ummf” from Cynthia’s gagged mouth.
Finally, she cleared the first leg, but that was just the beginning of her troubles.
“Hrrrmmm…” She whined, looking down at her next obstacle.
The ground was dug in under her, leading to a long, narrow ditch filled with brown, muddy water.
Hanging low over the ditch were loops of chicken wire, with the challenge meant to be that the soldiers would have to press themselves flat in the mud and crawl under the wire without touching it.
Now Cynthia had to do it with her hands and feet tied.
“Come on.” Ian goaded, smiling at the bound staff sergeant.
“Hffff!” With no other choice, Cynthia dropped to her knees, pressed her impressive chest to the ground, and began wriggling like a snake under the chicken wire.
“Urrggf gggmm bbhhggg…” She grunted, struggling to keep her head above the muddy water as she squeezed her muscular frame into the small gap.
Ian and the rest of the recruits were treated to a nice view of Cynthia’s nearly bare ass as she squirmed under the jutting chicken wire. Mud splashed into the blond woman’s face as she shimmied forward, blubbering into her gag as she did.
“Gmmm hmm mmmm…” She grunted, using every muscle in her impressive physique to push herself forward.
Cynthia’s entire body was covered in the dark brown liquid, though bits of golden blond hair shone through the filth.
“Mmmrrggh!” She cried, and began to shimmy and shake like an animal caught in a net.
“I think she’s stuck.” Fleetman lowered his camera and gestured to the flailing drill sergeant.
“Perfect.” Ian smiled.
Indeed, Cynthia was stuck, and it looked like the narrow clear string that ran down the back of her bikini was stuck in the chicken wire. The recruits watched as Cynthia tossed her sinewy, wet form around in an attempt to work her slingshot loose from the wire without losing the bikini completely.
“Urggg hmmphh mmmmm! Grrlllummph!” Cynthia grunted, trying to shake free from the wire holding onto the thin string keeping her flimsy garment up.
But the wire won, and there was a soft snap, followed by Cynthia falling flat in the muddy water.
The boys around Ian yelled and hooted as a moment later Cynthia’s head reemerged and she wriggled forward like an eel.
The clear line that held up the back of her sling bikini was completely tangled in the chicken wire, and as the muscular blond valkyrie shimmied forward, the swimsuit was pulled it from between her legs by the wire it was stuck on.
Finally, Cynthia’s nude form slithered further under the chicken wire, leaving the sling bikini floating in the muddy water behind her.
Ian was mesmerized by Cynthia’s beautiful, naked breasts bouncing up and down in the dirty water as she wriggled forward, they were glorious twin orbs, perfectly symmetrical. He wanted to grab them, hold them, bury his face in them…
Then Ian moved his eyes down along Cynthia’s wonderful, muscular body to that rock solid ass of her, and those beautiful cheeks flexing as she pressed forward.
Then Ian noticed something else floating behind her in the muddy water, it was a white, tangled mass, almost like a cloth or…
Rope!
It was the rope that had been used to tie Cynthia up!
His eyes went wide, realizing that he and the other boys had been played!
While Cynthia had been distracting them thrashing around pretending that her slingshot bikini was stuck in the wire, she really had been using the wire to cut free of her bonds.
No sooner had Ian put this together than the still gagged drill sergeant emerged from under the razor wire and ran, naked except for her boots and hat.
“She’s loose, get her!” Ian called, his heart racing a million miles per minute while beads of cold sweat ran down his forehead.
How could I be so stupid! He cursed himself, letting himself be distracted by Cynthia’s nudity while she worked herself free.
Cynthia’s lovely, naked form ran as far away from the new recruits as she could, and they stared after her slack jawed, admiring the beautiful view of her jiggling ass cheeks as she put as much distance between her and them as she could.
“Get her!” Ian screamed, his face turning redder than his mother’s hair, and he took off at a sprint, his fellow recruits falling in line after him.
Cynthia’s beautiful, naked body shimmered in the warm Texas sun as she sprinted towards the gates leading out of the fort, every muscle in her body carrying her towards free. Ian had to give it the fleeing superior officer, her form was perfect, her back completely straight and head focused ahead.
Despite Cynthia’s impressive head start, the staff sergeant was worn out after dangling on a flagpole all night, and her joints were sore from being tied up.