3 . #3
In addition, she hadn’t had the chance to properly warm up as before she was tossed into the obstacle course.
As opposed to her recruits, who all had a full night’s sleep, and had been vigorously trained by her for weeks.
The group of young men closed the gap between them and their former superior officer in no time.
Ian reached her first, lunging forward and tackling Cynthia, wrapping both arms around her waist.
“Agggghhh nnnnmmpph!” She cried as she fell forward.
The other recruits piled on, a few grabbing one of her impressive arms, while others grabbed her other arm.
“Mmmpphh mmnnnoohh! Nhrrrrmmm! Grrrmmmpph!” Cynthia cried and grunted as she tried to wriggle free from her captors.
Her wet, nude body made her a little difficult to keep a hold of, but the recruits who had her locked onto her impressive physique with all they had.
“Somebody get more rope!” Ian barked and he braced his feet and held Cynthia tight by the waist.
“Nnrrggg hrrggh!” She grunted, pressing forward, dragging her captors along with her. It was almost like Cynthia believed that if she could make it to the gates, she would be safe.
Ian could feel every muscle in her perfect body flexing and straining, trying to toss all of her attackers free, but if Cynthia did pull free of the ones holding her back, there would be a dozen more to pounce on her.
“What in the blazes is going on here!” A thickly accented male voice cried out. The voice was like a whip-crack, echoing through the desert around them like an explosion. Ian thought that Cynthia’s voice commanded authority, but then he head this one.
It was a familiar voice too.
Everyone froze in place, like a freeze frame. Cynthia, on her knees, arms outstretched at her sides, each one clutched by several recruits. Ian planted behind her, arms locked around her waist, and standing before them, in a crisp uniform was Colonel Wilkes, the man who had recruited Ian.
His gray hair was cut close, the perfectly pressed suit covering a fit physique under it. Mirrored aviator glasses covered his eyes but Ian could tell that his focus was directly on Cynthia’s bare, heaving breasts.
“Hllllpp! Hllllpp mmmhh!” She pleaded with Wilkes.
Every other recruit stood perfectly still, frozen under the Colonel’s spell.
“Well, is somebody going to explain themselves?” The Colonel barked.
Finally, Ian let go of Cynthia’s waist and stood up, stepping forward to address the superior. His guts felt like they had twisted themselves into a bow inside of him.
“I… I can sir…” He stuttered, turning to steal a look at Cynthia, who seemed to be glaring at him with smug delight despite her nudity.
“Donnelly, right?” Wilkes raised an eyebrow.
“Yes sir.” Ian lowered his head.
“Do you mean to tell me what you boys are doing with this poor, naked, gagged woman?” He gestured to Cynthia.
“Hrrrmmm hmmmm mmmmph! Ummm ggmmm mmm –” Cynthia began before the Colonel held up a finger.
“Not now Staff Sergeant, let the boy explain himself.”
“Whhhhtt!”
“Well,” Ian began, keeping his eyes lowered. “You see, the staff sergeant had been riding us all really hard, to the point where it felt like torture…”
“Go on.” The Colonel placed his hands on his hips.
“I mean, guys were passing out left and right, and she wouldn’t care, and you aren’t supposed to leave a man behind…” Ian continued.
The Colonel just stood, listening.
“And well, some of us had enough, and were going to desert…”
“Deserting is a serious transgression to admit.” Wilkes interjected.
“Yes well, what she was doing was beyond boot camp, we had no other choice. Then we found out that… well… she got off on it.”
“What?” Wilkes raised both eyebrows.
“Hmmmph!” Cynthia interjected.
“She… her whole shack is filled with sex toys, whips, chains, and the like. She likes dominating people. She wasn’t training us to be soldiers, she was just torturing us because that’s what she likes doing.”
The Colonel leveled his gaze at Cynthia.
“These are some serious allegations against you.”
“Nnnmmmphh! Nnnnn hmmmm ggmmm! Hmmmph!”
“We can show you.” Ian gestured towards Cynthia’s shack.
“Well boys,” The Colonel took off his glasses, revealing piercing green eyes. “I think there’s only one way to get to the bottom of this…”
Then he eyed up the naked and gagged Cynthia with sadistic glee.
“We’re gonna have a tribunal.”
“Whhhhmmmttt!” Her eyes went wide.
“Take her somewhere and clean her up.” The Colonel smiled and gestured to the recruits.
Ian’s jaw dropped, followed by his intestines suddenly freeing themselves of the bow they had twisted themselves into. His heart fluttered like a butterfly, and he couldn’t believe what had just happened. The Colonel could have roasted them, all of them, for what they had done, but instead…
He was on their side?
“Nnmmmooo! Sthhp! Hmmmph!” Cynthia moaned as she was lifted to her feet and dragged, kicking and struggling, back towards the barracks.
Ian turned to follow his fellow recruits, but before that he turned back toward the Colonel, who gave the recruit a sly wink before slipping back on his aviators.