4 . #2
“So you broke into your commanding officer’s quarters?” The Colonel raised his eyebrows.
“Well… yes.” Ian shrugged.
“Hrrrmmm…” Cynthia grunted.
“And what did you find in there?” The Colonel prodded.
“Well to put it lightly… it looked like a sex dungeon. Whips, chains, handcuffs, you name it.”
“Then what?”
“Well, I determined that the Sergeant gets off on hurting others,” Ian turned to address the bound and gagged Cynthia. “That she wasn’t training us, she was just dominating us because she enjoys it.”
“Whrrryy yhhh lllhhttll…” She grumbled, glaring at him.
“Then what happened?” The Colonel continued.
“Well, she was there, and made me an offer.”
“What kind of offer?” The Colonel leaned forward, propping his chin on his hand.
“That if I wore a certain… garment… she would forgive my intrusion.” Ian coughed.
“Ummm hmmmph!” She fumed.
“So you’re saying that your commanding officer was not only inflicting cruel and unusual treatment upon you and your fellow recruits, but she was also making you pawns for her sexual gratification, and when you discovered this, she solicited a sexual favor from you?” The Colonel raised his eyebrows.
“Well, yes.” Ian finished.
“Nmmmhhh! Nmnnnpphh! Chhhnnnmmmlll!” Cynthia tried to plead through the gag.
“Well I think I’ve heard enough.” The Colonel stood. Every recruit stood at attention as well.
“Sergeant Storm, you were tasked with creating soldiers out of these men, instead you have abused your position and your power.”
“Mmmmnooo! Nnnnnhhh! Mmmm hhmm!” She protested, struggling and pulling against her bonds.
“Not only that, but you were using them to fulfill a sexual fetish and then solicited a sexual favor to cover yourself…” The Colonel continued.
“Hrrrrmmmp bmmmp! Ummmm mmmph!” She cried, whipping her head and straining against her bonds, every muscle in her body flexing in an attempt to break free.
“Furthermore, you condemn yourself with your… “silence.”” The Colonel smiled.
“Whhhtt! Ummm mmmhhh gghhd!” She glared at him, nose flaring in anger and annoyance at that last part.
“Therefore...” The Colonel picked up a gavel that had been sitting on the desk. Ian realized that he didn’t know where it had come from, perhaps the Colonel just had it with him?
“… I am hereby stripping you of your rank…” The Colonel continued.
“Hrrryy!” Cynthia protested.
“Furthermore, you will be dishonorably discharged, effective immediately!” The Colonel finished and banged the gavel twice, resulting in the recruits standing and applauding at his decision.
“Mmmmooo! Mmmppph! Sthhhpp! Mmmm hhmm!” Cynthia cried into her gag, thrashing and pulling at her bonds as the room celebrated her ruin.
Even as Ian smiled, clapped, and joined in on the frivolities, he found himself wondering what now. They couldn’t just untie her and let her go, there was no way she would take this lying down.
“As for all of you,” The Colonel gestured to the recruits, who fell into a hushed silence. “Those of you who wish to stay will get a new commanding officer, and those who wish to go will be honorably discharged with my highest commendations.”
Another round of applause ripped through the mess haul.
“Ummm ccchhnnmm hhnn! Mnnnhhooo!” Cynthia expressed her outrage at this.
“Now,” Another hush fell over the room as the Colonel spoke. “Will some of you please take the former sergeant outside, you’ll find a truck waiting.”
“Whmmmff!” Cynthia cried, and barely had time to react before several of the recruits darted to the bound and gagged drill sergeant and began to loosen the ropes securing her to the chair.
“Nnnmmmpph! Mnnnooo! Sttthhp! Ummm ggmmmdd!” She kicked and struggled as she was lifted, still bound and gagged, and carried towards the doors leading out of the mess hall.
“Son…” Ian felt a hand on his shoulder, and turned to see the Colonel smiling at him.
“I’m afraid, someone will have to deal with the Sergeant, and you’re the best man for the job.”
There was something in the commanding officer’s voice, it was different, softer, almost… paternal.
“Why me?” Ian raised his eyebrows. Granted, he had no idea what he was going to do next, but he knew that the military life wasn’t for him.
“We have a mutual friend, Brad.” The Colonel smiled at him.
Ian’s jaw dropped. The Colonel knew Brad?
“What…” Ian stammered.
“Oh I’ve done some business in Marston’s Pointe, he asked me to keep an eye on you. He sees potential in you, and so do I.” The Colonel wrapped his arm around Ian’s shoulder and began escorting him towards the door.
“But… I… what should I do?”
“Well, you can do whatever you want with her, I imagine.” The Colonel pushed open the doors to reveal a waiting covered military truck.
The back gate was open, and the recruits had just placed the bound and gagged Cynthia inside. Her luscious breasts heaved as she struggled and rolled in the back cab.
“Mmmmpp hmmmph! Hlllp! Hllpp!” She moaned as the rest of the recruits stood and admired her struggling.
“There’s plenty of rope, cloths, and duct tape in that truck to keep her nice and secure while you figure things out.” The Colonel patted him on the shoulder.
“I just… I can’t just keep her.” Ian whined, suddenly feeling the weight of his actions. What was he going to do with a half naked, tied up woman?
Suddenly he cursed his impulsiveness and not thinking ahead.
“Here,” The Colonel stepped forward. “You could always talk to Brad, he would be willing to help, but if you want to potentially make some money, here’s another avenue.”
The Colonel slipped a card into Ian’s hands. It was a black, embossed business card. On the front in raised letters it said “The Damsel Games.”
On the back there was a location.
Ian looked at the card back and forth a few times, and then up at the Colonel.
“Just an option, but I think you should be hitting the road. Since it’s a military vehicle most should leave you alone but avoid the major highways, and drive the speed limit.”
The Colonel gestured to the recruits, who lifted the back gate of the truck.
“Nnnnmmooh! Nmmmmpph!” Cynthia whined as the lift gate was closed. Even though she couldn’t be seen, her muffled cries were still heard.
“Mmmm gghhh mmmmph! Hmmph!” The Sergeant continued to cry as the back cover to the truck was lowered, completely hiding the rear cab of the truck.
The Colonel escorted Ian to the front cab of the truck and gave him a final pat on the shoulder.
“Good luck son, and remember, Brad sees potential in you.” The Colonel smiled and walked away.
Not knowing what else to do, Ian gave the Colonel a half hearted salute and then climbed into the back of the truck.
Even with a window between the front and rear cab, he could still hear Cynthia’s muffled cries and her thrashing around in the back.
He turned to look through the rear window, and even though the lighting was dim, was rewarded with the sight of Cynthia’s thonged ass as she wriggled helplessly.
Then he turned back to the front windshield. The keys were already in the ignition and he started the truck. His intuition told him where to go…
Marston’s Pointe…
He needed to know more about Brad, the Colonel, and their connection, but there was something else too that he had to know, and he patted the business card in his pocket.
The Damsel Games…
The Colonel said he could make money off of Cynthia there? Perhaps the old drill sergeant could be useful after all.
Plus, the location was conveniently close to Marston’s Pointe.
Damsel Games, here we come. Ian smiled, put the truck into gear, and pulled out of the base, never once looking back.
Sergeant Cynthia Storm will return in Damsels Anonymous Volume 7: The Damsel Games…