4 .
Ian’s fellow recruits took their good ol’time cleaning up Sergeant Cynthia storm, being sure to thoroughly wash every inch of the beautiful woman’s divine body.
Of course Ian was there to “supervise” the cleaning efforts.
He watched, surrounded by the rest of the recruits, as Cynthia, completely nude except for the tape around her mouth, was held under the showers by a few of the more muscular recruits while the warm water cascaded over her body.
All she could do was thrash and moan into her gag during the entire process.
Once she was sufficiently watered down, they made sure to lather up her entire body, taking considerable care with her breasts.
“Get her nice and good boys, she’s been strung up on a pole all night.” Ian encouraged his fellow recruits.
“Mmmph!” Cynthia’s fiery brown eyes bore into him as her beautiful, round breasts were covered in suds.
Ian made a mental note to change Cynthia’s gag as well, noticing that the water was causing the tape to lose it’s stickiness.
Once every inch of Cynthia’s body was covered in suds, it came time to rinse her off, and four of the boys held her under the shower head while the warm water washed the soap from her.
Her whole body glistened from the moisture, which accentuated every muscle and sinew.
Then of course there was the drying off part, and Ian instructed a group of his fellow recruits to rush in and dry off the struggling staff sergeant while she was restrained by others.
Of course, the recruits with the towels were even more thorough than the ones bathing Cynthia, and made sure to wipe the water from every inch of her muscular frame, giving special attention to under and around those perfect breasts of her.
When the whole process was finished, Ian suspected this might be the cleanest Cynthia had ever been, especially her breasts, which practically shined from being so carefully washed and dried.
If Cynthia was going to stand before a tribunal, her captors decided that she should wear her absolute best for it.
It was a shame that her camo slingshot bikini had been destroyed in the obstacle course, but a quick survey of her shed revealed plenty of other skimpy clothing for the drill sergeant to wear, and the recruits picked out a camo colored thong bikini, after all,
they figured that Cynthia worked so hard to maintain that muscular frame, she may as well show it off.
Once she was cleaned and dressed, Cynthia was brought into the mess hall.
The entire space had been cleared and a desk had been brought out for the Colonel, who was sitting behind it waiting as Cynthia was brought in.
A chair had been set out a few feet in front of the Colonel’s desk and several rows of chairs had been set even further away for the recruits to watch the proceedings.
“I can’t believe this! Colonel, how could you let this happen!” Cynthia snapped. They had removed the tape from her mouth and she hadn’t been silent since.
“Gentlemen, show the Sergeant her seat.” The Colonel gestured to the chair in the center of the room.
“You are a superior officer, you condone this!”
She spat as the recruits forced her into the metal chair.
Immediately some of the boys set about binding her wrists behind her back, while others secured her feet together.
Two more recruits secured some rope under Cynthia’s breasts to keep her tied to the chair.
“Ow! I can’t... watch those hands!” She cried as the rope was tightened below her breasts.
“Sergeant Storm, you are here because of troubling accusations leveled against you by your recruits.” Colonel Wilkes began in a heavy tone.
“What I do in personal time is my business, these perverts just wanted to run me around and humiliate me--” Cynthia interjected.
“You will now be tried before a tribunal where we will hear testimony –” The Colonel went on.
“Are you the ring leader of this? I knew you never liked me, always wanted me gone –” Cynthia continued to prattle on.
“And if found guilty you will be stripped of your rank and dishonorably discharged…” The Colonel didn’t seem fazed by Cynthia’s shouting.
“This tribunal is a joke! Just wait until I get out of this! You’ll be ruined, toast, I’ll have your job, your rank…” Cynthia continued to bellow, her breast heaving up and down with fury as she screamed at her commanding officer.
“Private,” Colonel Wilkes sighed, rubbed his temple, and gestured to Kent, who was standing at attention next to Cynthia. “Gag the defendant.”
“No, no wait,” Cynthia’s jaw went slack and her eyes went wide. “Don’t gag me, please, no more gags, no-muuummpph!”
Her desperate pleas were cut off by Kent shoving a white cloth between her pouty lips, and then pulling a thick, white cloth over her mouth.
“Hrrrmmm bbbmmmfff! Mmmnoo! Plllss!” She pleaded, shaking her head as the large, white gag was secured at the back of her neck.
“There, that’s better.” The Colonel sighed.
“Hmm mmmph! Hlllp! Hmmph!” Cynthia moaned, trying to shake off her gag, but it had been secured tightly.
“Now,” Colonel Wilkes sat perfectly straight. “Let’s hear the first witness.”
“Whmmmffttt?” Cynthia turned her head, glaring at the first private to step up and speak out against her.
It was Fleetman, who stood up next to the bound and gagged sergeant and bowed his head. There was a fine sheen of sweat rolling down the face of the recruit.
“That’s okay private, don’t be shy.” The Colonel seemed to sense Fleetman’s nervousness.
Fleetman cleared his throat and raised his head.
“Private, what can you tell me about Sergeant Storm and her conduct.” Colonel Wilkes asked.
“Well, Colonel,” Fleetman’s voice cracked. “Yesterday, we were doing our drills, and well, the heat was getting to me.”
“Offff ggdddhh…” Cynthia rolled her eyes.
“She was forcing us to run lap after lap, eventually, I started having trouble breathing and felt myself getting lightheaded.
“Phhhfffhhtkk! Whhhk!” She barked at Fleetman.
The Colonel glared at Cynthia, and then gave Fleetman a soft look, as if encouraging him to continue.
“Well, the next thing I remember is waking up on the ground. There was no one else around me.”
“The Sergeant just left you to lay there?” The Colonel’s jaw dropped.
“This… it had happened to other recruits before.” Fleetman bowed his head.
“Grrrmmm…” Cynthia grumbled, glaring at him, as if warning him.
“Who else has this happened to?” The Colonel looked out over the new recruits.
“Mmrrggh…” Cynthia’s face contorted in rage, as if she was trying to intimidate the other recruits into silence.
“As your superior, I want to know, who else passed out?” The Colonel kept his voice steady but there was a sternness to it. It was a voice that commanded respect and obedience.
There was an uncomfortable shift in the recruits, and then several of them raised their hands. The Colonel looked out over the recruits and his jaw dropped at the number of raised hands.
“Mmmph! Urrgg hmmmg fffmmff!” Cynthia cried through her gag, her eyes starring daggers through each and every one of the recruits raising their hands.
“That will be all, thank you private.” The Colonel bowed at Fleetman, who seemed to let out a sigh of relief and took his seat.
The Colonel seemed to relish the idea of Cynthia squirming bound and gagged in her seat, and called up each person who had passed out under her brutal exercises one by one, listening intently as they described their feelings of exhaustion, heat stroke,
and lightheadedness before waking up in the dirt, Cynthia having ordered their fellow recruits to leave them.
All the while the recruits gave their testimonies, Cynthia squirmed and protested into her gag.
“Well Sergeant Storm, I think it’s good that we gagged you or else you would be a very disruptive subject.” The Colonel mused at one point, smiling at the bound and gagged woman.
“Hrrmmphh mmph! Ggrrrrrmm!” She glared back at him.
The Colonel only widened his smile and continued hearing testimony from the rest of the recruits.
They even broke for lunch, stopping to eat on the far side of the mess hall while Cynthia fumed into her gag.
Of course two recruits were left as guards, and they had their food brought to them.
Both seemed to enjoy savoring their meals as Cynthia watched with envious, hungry eyes.
Finally, after lunch, it came time for Ian’s testimony. He stood up before the Colonel, arms locked behind his back, and standing at attention.
“Mr. Donnelly, I understand that it was you who led this little insurrection.” The Colonel hit Ian with his piercing gaze.
Even though Ian had thought up to that point that the Colonel was on his side, something about the way the superior officer looked at him made him falter. Had this all been a farce just to get him up here and admit to turning on Cynthia.
“Answer the question Mr. Donnelly.” The Colonel prodded, his voice cold.
Ian turned and looked down at Cynthia, who seemed to be smiling at him, despite her gagged mouth.
“Ummm hmmm hmmm…” She laughed. Did she sense it too, that the Colonel had turned on Ian?
“I did sir, yes.” Ian cleared his throat.
“Why did you do that?” The Colonel asked.
“I had brought my concerns to Sergeant Storm about the men passing out in the heat, and she told me to leave them and move on.”
“Ummm hmmmph!” She nodded, a smug look on her face.
“What did you say to that?” The Colonel continued.
“That isn’t part of being a good soldier not leaving a man behind?” Ian responded and felt a murmur go through the room. The Colonel even cracked a smile.
“And what did Cynthia do in response to this?” The Colonel asked.
“She made me run laps.” Ian answered.
“Hmmh!” Cynthias scowled and rolled her eyes in a “serves you right” manner.
“And then you came up with the idea to mutiny?” The Colonel asked.
“No, not at first. We came up with the plan to go AWOL, but first I told Fleetman I would get his camera from the Sergeant’s shack.”
“She kept personal items from the recruits in her private shack?” The Colonel seemed shocked.
“It seems so?” Ian shrugged.
“Nnnmmhh! Phhffsss! Lhhhsssnn!” She tried to reason through the gag.