" The Freeing of Susan Reid" ( part 1)

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" The Freeing of Susan Reid" ( part 1)

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The heat of midday was softened by cooing of turtledoves; the cool of the thick woodland and the soft refreshing babbling of the river Damnube, as it followed it course through the steep wooded gorge.

On the crest of the ridge, overlooking the ravine stood the ancient castle of Kallmemagda. Its high walls (some thirty feet thick) its bastions and turrets may from a distance have looked old fashioned, but the castle housed the latest anti-aircraft/anti-missile systems. Its approaches were mined and the bastions housed 135mm auto mortars and the ancient flag topped turrets housed mini guns that could spew out 6,000 rounds per minute. However, you would have to get close to see that detail and if you got close to Kallmemagda …you got dead.

They said that Kallmemagda was like an iceberg, because most of it was buried deep in the rock outcrop itself, where deep underground the nuclear proof and gas proof command centre, worldwide communications centre, dungeons and torture chambers lay hidden but still menacing.

This then was the nerve centre for “The Interim Trial State” (Tits for short) and its self appointed “Overlord Protector“;” Chairperson of the Peoples Court of Public Opinion”; “her infallibleness”… Mz Harman.

To support the state the people were driven down and to ensure that a boot (an immaculate, soft leather, pointed toe, high-heeled boot) was kept very firmly pressed on their collective throats Mz Harman had an all women’s army of some 100,000 fit young women. 1,000 of these beautiful women guarded Castle Kallmemagda and crewed the underground complex.

Saira mulled over their briefing, as she Sonia and Suzie lay by the narrow path that led from the small town, through the raven and up a steep zigzag to the Castle. Their leader Steve was way speaking to the gypsies to get their help.

Their mission to free Susana Reid the Imperial Broadcasting Corporations top news newscaster. She had been visiting Somerland Republic following up a story, but had been arrested by Mz Harman’s goons because she asked too many awkward questions and four nights ago Susana had appeared on TV clad in only pantyhose, her legs tied wide apart, breast bond and arms held high, and sobbing confessed that she was a spy.

It was Saira’s job to rescue her and teach Mz Harman and her girls a lesson they would not forget all within two days.
“So no pressure there then” Saira thought.

Then Sonia whispered, “Here come two and they are senior majorettes about 19yrs old.”

Two girls walked around the bend. Dressed in Scarlett double-breasted tunics, that imitated the Napoleonic French uniform but richly decorated with gold braiding and large gold epilates. The girls deceptively beautiful heads topped by a outrageously tall red and gold Shako, that its self was topped by a tall white plumb of feathers ;short thigh high white skirts, light tan pantyhose that clung to shapely legs and knee high white leather boots.

Beautiful as the approaching girls where, the three agents knew that they were deadly in combat and also acted to encourage men to “come-on” to them, so that they could denounce the boys for breaking Mz Harman’s “No Sex with Men” ruling and have the men sent to labour camps for life.

“They’ll do nicely” Suzie grinned wriggling out of her green pantyhose and camouflaged panties and balling them up as a temporary gag. Sonia did the same and was pleased to be free of the sweaty uniform underwear the girls had had to endure for the past days.

On came the two, giggling and chatting away, for after all since Mz Harman had sized power no man would dare assault a uniformed woman (whole villages had been erased for that) unfortunately for the two lovelies it was not men who were closing in on them.

As they turned a bend, Saira stepped out in front of them.

Before they could react, she hit them hard in the stomachs. The air was knocked out of them, their mouths opened trying to breathe and scream for help, but this gave Suzie and Sonia coming up behind them, the opportunity to push in the balled up undies into the gaping gobs. So all the sound that came out was a soft duet of:-
“ooooccchhhh”, “hhhhhhmmmmmppppp”, “ooooohhhhhhhh mummmyyyy”, “ hhhhheeeeelllpppp ooohhhhhh”

Sonia and Suzie grabbed the collars of the two; pulling backwards, off balance and into the undergrowth.

Saira was treated to the delightful site of two pairs of long shapely legs, nice pantyhose, tight white panties and flailing white leather boots as the two were pulled out of sight.

Suzie and Sonia threw the gasping terrified women down on their backs on one of the parachutes {so that their nice uniforms would not get dirty} then they straddled the sobbing sluts thus trapping the women’s arms under them. Even Saira had to wince as her two colleagues started to “punch out” the women’s lights.

The two majorettes pleaded with their eyes as legs kicked high in air, try as they might they would not be able to shake of their assailants and get up of their backs.

Suzie and Sonia grabbed their hair, pulled their heads up, and forward. Both gags where being “tongued” out and soon would be able to yell but…. They never got the chance, as fists swung down and connected to jaws and the army girls were sent to Sleepy Ville.

Off came the jackets, the skirts-(luckily not grass stained), the white undershirts, the white sports bras (all three agents had just a little play with their victim’s pert breasts).

The pantyhose and white panties were rolled down to the ankles of the boots in one smooth move. Finally, the boots were unzipped and together with the underwear removed. All three after admiring the soft white leather and the lovely sexy smell the emanated from there. All took turns to slid three fingers each forcibly into the virgina’s of the unconscious

“That’ll make them sore when they wake up” Sonia chucked

“The girls or their cunts?” Suzie giggled

“Both” came the reply

Saira watched her friends stripping and then donning the women’s underclothes; pantyhose and sliding their sex feet into the white leather boots and zip them up.

“Someone is coming” Saira hissed

“Yes we are!” the girls giggled, as turned on by their new outfits, they stroked each other through the pantyhose and white knickers.

“Cut that out,” snapped Saira

Down the path came a tall blonde-haired person in the same uniform as the other two.

Ordering Suzie and Sonia to watch the two sleeping beauties, Saira stripped down to her knickers, and taking her pantyhose, she stretched them between her two hands to form a garrotte. Then bringing her hands together she made it look like her hands were tide.

Slipping out of the bushes after the female Saira sobbed “Help me please help me…”

The majorette move up to Saira, who stood slightly, bent forward still whimpering “I need you to help me”

“Oh my god” the majorette gasped “You poor girl…Who attacked you”

“Do…do you see that other person around” a seemingly tearful Saira replied “Please help me”

Her victim half turned “No I don’t Oooophhhmmm”

Saira knee slammed up between the woman’s legs, slammed up hard, very hard indeed. Next, she whipped the stretched pantyhose around the throat, yanked her backwards, and started dragging the squirming girl into the bushes.

The majorette’s eyes already wide with pain and terror widened even more when she saw her two still colleges.

“Strip bitch,” Saira hissed never for a moment slackening the grip of the pantyhose

“Can’t…can’t breath” came rasped reply.

“Strip or die bitch”

The girl stripped down to her underwear and boots.

“Every thing” growled Saira releasing her hold and pushing the sobbing woman to the forest floor

“No please no… leave me my undies please”

“Let us slap her about a bit” smiled Suzie coldly

“Please I surrender, have you not humiliated me enough?” she begged

“Listen honey” Saira purred, “We need all your clothes and some information. Give it to us and I won’t have to shoot you”

Off can the bra and as she slip off the rest the poor woman was humiliated and made fun of.

She gave Saira the information she needed and was thrown a bag.

“Dress and make sure your seams are straight girl” Sonia warned

The woman dressed brown long leg panties (worn), dark green pantyhose and a brown bra. What she did not know was that the crotch of her new underwear had been impregnated with a drug to irritate those delicate female parts.

She stood shivering with fear. A thin brown burlap rope was thrown at her.

“Crotch rope yourself and make it very tight,” she was ordered.

By now the other two where regaining consciousness and moaning through there gags.

They where made to dress in the same underwear and humiliate themselves with painful crotch bindings. The mouths were taped so the could not spit out the underwear.

Saira gagged her identity donor. Then with a wicked smile she ordered the three humbled majorettes to “Get your tits out girls, were going to have some fun”

The women could no longer cry, they were too beaten. Sullenly they obeyed.

Their breast hung over the wire-reinforced bra cups that must have been irritating to say the least.

What happened next blew their minds, for each girl had her breasts wrapped around with the irritating burlap cord. Their arms were pulled forward and the wrists bound, the elbows to receive the same treatment with the bindings linked to the breast bindings forcing the elbows and breasts together.

Saira, naked since she had stuffed her captives mouth with the camouflaged panties, sensually, slowly, slid into the girls underwear, pantyhose and boots.

Taking a large jar of honey, she poured it over the three women, so that it ran down over the painfully bound breasts, down their scantily clad forms, down between their legs, over their sex and into their hosiery.

Now, in the forest, black fly and other biting insects are a problem, but once they sensed the sweet honey, it was like a dinner gong going off.

The majorettes, yelped and tried to swat the insects, but as their hands were tied this was to no avail.

Suzie then added a further much thicker rope to the wrist bindings and much to the women’s distress, to the crotch rope making it even tighter.

With a mocking order, “Walkies” the three spies’ led the three identity donors further into the wood.

Using some of the parachute webbing they tied each Majorette’s legs together, added another crotch binding forced the webbing under the girls armpits and with much laughter pulled them up off their pretty feet and up part way into the tree branches. The bindings pinched particularly in the cunt area were the drugs were really working now. To easy, the discomfort each majorette managed to grab a tree bow and hang on.

Saira thought the girls would then “volunteer” the information, but after 30 minutes, they seemed actually to be enjoying it and must have climaxed three or four times.

“Must tell bass that, that dammed drug has the opposite effect on pain sluts like these” Suzie whispered to Saira

Then by accident Sonia let the feathered plumb of her shako brush the underside of the bound feet of there captives, there was a muffled scream…the sluts were ticklish. Saira and Suzie grabbed some feathers and soon the women were begging to betray their people

“Now we have your clothes and the information” Saira informed the wriggling trio “We need to dispose of you. Seeing that it would be a waste of ammo to shoot you and seeing that these woods are very pleasant place to stay, we’ll leave you just a little distance from where your are now. Don’t worry about being embarrassed, by only having underwear on, for let me assure you no one is ever going to find you….unless we are successful, in which case we may be merciful.”

All three squirmed and trashed about, ignoring the biting insects for a while, making their muffed(very muffled) pleads for mercy.

“Bye. Bye” Saira smiled “Take them up girls”

Suzie and Sonia yanked hard and the frantically kick majorettes were pulled up…up into the tree tops and the ropes tied off.

“That settles the hash” Sonia laughed “lets get fully dressed and on with the mission”

They left the three girls virtually invisible from the ground, their long shapely legs, camouflaged in their green pantyhose, frantically bucking in the air.

Once dressed up to the castle the agents they went.

The guards were not at all suspicious, thanks to Suzie’s masterly adaptation of the military majorette’s identity cards to match the agent’s details.

Good, and indeed as sexy as the uniforms were, they needed something less conspicuous for this first reconnaissance .

Suzie spotted a maid working in an old storeroom and they hatched a plan of how to detach the young woman from her clothing…permanently!

While this was going on Steve was making his way back from the gypsy’s village of Sleeponski brod. He was elated in having secured the villagers {every man and woman of them} total cooperation, now he had to rendezvous with his girls that evening.

All of a sudden he heard a man cry out “No lady please…please don’t…aaaggghhhh no please I am sorry”

“You worthless wretch...Hit him hard Karla”

Peering around a tree, he saw a white haired man dressed in rags cowering on the ground. A young woman of about 25 years stood above him with a riding crop raised and older woman of about 45 stood some distance off and was yelling encouragement to the younger one.

Both women wore riding boots, breeches, polo shirts and top hats. Both had very nice long legs, the shirts showed their curve of their breasts off to perfection.

“Shame” Steve thought “That your both evil slag’s”

“How dare you scare our horses…creeping around like that now we must walk home you dog, smash him Karla”

“Yes mummy” Karla grinned and set to the beating again.

Before he really knew it, he had walked out of the wood and grabbed the young woman’s wrist.

“Enough…He is harmless let him go”

The girl screeched at him, slapped his face, and tried to gouge out an eye.

Her mother, cursing like a trooper ran over and tried to kick him in the balls.

He saw red and with his free hand gave the girl a swift chop behind her left ear. A yelp of pain then she crumpled to the ground.

The mother turned to run but the old man kicked her legs from under her and she fell face down in some cow shit. The man crawled up to her and as she knelt wiping the stinking mess from her face, he punched her hard in the stomach, then grabbing her hair he rammed her face down in the mud and shit and held it as she trashed about, desperately trying to free her self and trying to breath. Her struggles grew weaker and she passed out.

The daughter was groaning as she staggered to her feet.

“Your finish bitch” Steve snapped and linking his hands together brought them down in a mighty blow on the crown of the top hat. This was so hard it drove the brim hard down over the woman’s eyes and knocked her out.

“Thank you …oh thank you sir” the old man sobbed clutching Steve’s hand. “Now we must run for the boarder before these two raise the alarm”

“No way my friend” Steve smiled “Lets take these two out of circulation…by the time they are found...if their ever found our trail will have gone cold…lets strip the bitches”

The took care to Karla first off came the boots down came the breeches, revealing a pink thong. They tried, but could not budge the hat wedged on her head. Steve cut off her shirt and pink bra. Both men admired the exposed tits.

They stripped the mother naked, her underwear was a pair of pink thermal panties, grey pantyhose and a comfort bra.

Steve bent to start gagging the girl with her thong and bra, but the old man took them rubbed them in the cow shit and rammed them into her mother mouth. He “seasoned” the mother’s thermal panties in the same way and with a good deal of effort firmly wedged them in Karla’s mouth.

They cut up the remaining clothing and used it to bind each woman’s breasts adorn then each with a tight crotch rope and crossing their arms behind them tied off the elbows and the wrists. This had the effect of thrusting out the bound titties even more. Bits of shirt provided tow cleave gags and cloth to run from under each chine to be tied on top of the head, ensuring no down ward movement of the jaw was possible.

The man knew of a long deserted ruin of cottage, the dragged the women inside, down into the cellar.

Steve found an old chair, they fastened the mother on to it and tied her daughter on top with their legs, crossed together, cunts touching. Covering the pair with an on sheet and locking the cellar, they were abandoned to their fate.

“Get out of that cunts…beat me to death would you…” the old man chuckled. “Moreover, I can catch and sell their horses to the gypsies Ha..Ha. Come my friend lets sell horses and get drunk”

Steve laughter, rang throw the peaceful forest, as they made their way from the cottage and its very well hidden new residents.
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