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Lieutenant General Marcus Foster the NATO Western European Commander sat at the dinner table with his Russian counterpart General Dmitri Mendeleev. The two men hard been in a heated argument all day about the security of Russian nuclear bases since the collapse of the Soviet Union. This had been a pressing issue at a joint conference held during the week in Vienna.
General Mendeleev had taken great exception to Gerneral Foster's public announcement that anyone could walk in from the street and leave with a truck load of missile warheads. The two generals went on and on until Foster proposed an off the record test of one of his bases.
He proposed that one man team would infiltrate a base of the general's choosing. But they could not be aware of the mission ahead of time. A launch key would be proof of the mission's success.
General Mendeleev leapt at this proposal so as to thoroughly embarrass the American blowhard and end his public rants.
The next morning at the NATO detachment's hotel...
"Colonel Anders, pick someone from the Seals. And use a new graduate to rub it in that pompous a-hole's face. Wait, didn't I hear something about a female finalist this year but she washed out on a minor trumped up technicality?"
"Yes sir general I believe you are right."
"Well that settles it nicely. We'll send her. A green female insurgent. Nothing could be better. Have her briefed immediately."
At the Russian headquarters that morning...
" The arrogance of these Americans. I can't believe it sometimes. How dare he make such a proposal to me!" General Mendeleev ranted.
The general's Chief of Staff asked which base they would use for the test. The general paused for a few moments and said X-329. But they would use the Gamma Force.
"The Gammas? Are you sure you want to use them General?"
"Of course I'm sure, when Foster learns that his top commando was captured by women, he will never live it down and this will shut him up for good. Make it happen ASAP."
1/11/2012,
Cold War II Episode 2
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Lt Marcus Foster's office...
" Who the hell are you?" bellowed General Foster.
Second Lt Megan Stuart reporting as ordered General.
"You're Lt Stuart? God d*** you look like a Hooters waitress. No wonder rhe navy washed you out. If you were ever taken prisoner they would have a field day with you."
"General I dont think..."
"You don't think what soldier?!"
"Nothing General."
"Listen Lt, this is an important mission. You pull this off and you can pick your next posting. Mess it up and dont bother returning home. Not that you would be able. You read me ?"
"Crystal clear General."
"Good, now Colonel Anders and his staff will finish briefing you on the mission. And remember no body count unless it's to save your life. We don't want the start WWIII. Good luck."
"Thank you Sir."
Inside General Mendeleev's office...
"General you do realize the the Gamma Force is mostly 18 to 22 year old reservists.
"Of course I do Colonel. I'm not crazy. Have the regular base security surround the base but with an extra wide perimeter. They are only to intervene in case of an emergency."
"One more point General. The Gamma's have not been issued their combat fatigues. I think the last quartermaster sold them on the black market."
"GDI! Well they will just have to wear their miltary dress uniforms. He didn't sell those did he?"
"No Sir, they still have them."
"Alright then Colonel get them in place and get that American fool on the line."
Inside a USAF C-17A cargo transport plane Megan steeled herself for a HALO drop. This was the part of SEAL training that she hated the most.
The USAF sergeant reassured her by telling her that something would be wrong with her if she did like it.
Her jump went flawlessly with her landing a half mile from her target, a nearby town that supplied and housed civilian workers at the base.
This cilivian work force was a major contention that General Foster had with the base's security. Now they would use that fact to make the incursion.
The CIA had furnished an address of boarding house that housed some female computer technicians.
By now Megan had donned some civilian clothes and tried to blend into her environment. Her grandmother was Ukrainian and had taught her Russian. She just had to concentrate so as not to let her American accent slip in.
At the boarding house, she rented a room with the cover story of her starting a new job. Megan scanned the numerous residents in order to pick the one closest to her build, age and looks.
The only problem was that the owner had doubled the tenants in the rooms. When it was time for her to make her move, she would have to deal with her roommate plus the other two tenants.
Megan knew there was no time to wait, that she had to move and think on the fly. This fact was aided by her roommate who she caught going through her things.
"A little kinky are we?" her roommate Olga chuckled. Olga was able to be a plus size model easily. She stood 5'10 and weighed 185. Megan thought she favored a 20 year old Kirstie Alley. Olga was clad in a white 42DD lace bra and granny panties and a white half slip.
Her being much bigger than Megan, she didn't appear worried about being caught rummaging through Megan's things. But Megan couldn't be sure that she would not become suspicious. Afterall, she did not have the belongings of someone moving to a new town to stay.
"If you tell on me you will be sorry girlie" threatened Olga.
"Ok but you can see I don't have much just don't hurt me Olga."
Megan knew she could store the three women in the rooms' closets short term but they would need to be placed somewhere else for several hours. She would cross that bridge later.
"Hey Olga you want to light up? I copped from good stuff from Turkey."
"Now you're talking, and I thought you were stuck up. Where is it?"
"Right behind you in back of the dresser."
"Oowww! Wha!..."
Megan had delivered a fist blow to the small of Olga's back sending her to her knees. The coup de grace was a strangle hold which put Olga into a dream state.
" Now to zip tie this cow and duct tape her big dumb mouth " thought Megan to herself.
Megan used the zip ties to bind Olga's hands behind her back , her ankles together as well as her knees. Megan added additional duct tape to bind her shouders and thighs. Megan then dragged her into the closet and left to do the same to the women/girls down the hall.
Megan knocked on the door of Nadia her "twin" and Helga. Her intended victim was not there to Megan's surprise.
"Hi Helga where's Nadia?"
"She had to put in some OT but she should be here soon. Did you need something?"
"Oh nothing its just that Olga is a piece of work."
"Is that b**** bullying you? She does everyone like that. I can handle this!"
Before Megan could stop her, Helga charged off down the hall to Megan's room and went in looking for Olga.
"Where is that cow?"
"She must have stepped out. But everything is fine I can handle her."
"OK but if you need me let me know."
"Sure thing hon."
"Do you hear that?"
"Yeah its coming from next door ."
"But the room is on the opposite side. Its coming from your closet."
And Helga proceeded to go to the closet and she opened it and was aghast at what she saw. Olga bound and gagged straining against her ties, her eyes glaring.
Before Helga could comment she jumped by Megan and hand gagged. Megan had slipped on a special padded glove so she didn't have to worry about being bitten.
When Helga got home she had taken for her work uniform and gotten into a camisole. She had removed her constricting paisley bra but still wore the matching panties.
Megan had pushed Helga into the small closet and started to tie her up in there. Megan couldn't release her hand gag and tear off a length of duct tape so she straddled Helga still hand gagging her. With her other hand she reached between Helga's legs and tore off her panties. She then stuffed them in her mouth. Megan reversed her straddle and sat on Helga's face holding them in place. Megan got out her zip ties and tied her hands in front and did the same to her legs. Soon she was finished off with the duct tape.
Megan looked over at Olga who was mumbling something about what she was going to do to Megan when she got free as Megan interpreted her muffled rants.
"B**** you'll just get more of the same and you know it. Now shut your pie hole!"
Megan went and got the a mattress to deaden the thumping produced by the women's constant writhing. When Nadia came home she would join these two and Megan would cover all three with a second mattress.
Megan didn't have a long wait . She saw Nadia when she came in and beckoned her to her room. Nadia's uniform would be a near perfect fit she surmised. The ecru blazer with a blue world logo, tube skirt, white blouse tan shoes and beige pantyhose would soon be in her possession.
It was long before the demure 18 year Russian cutie was clad only in a teal Lycra sports bra and boycut panties. All three women thought they were being robbed until the caught a glimpse of Megan putting on Nadia's uniform. Megan had been sloppy and careless and thought about "silencing" the witnesses but remembered General Foster's admonition.
"It's you girls lucky day. Now you three be quiet for a few hours and you'll get out of this alive."
And after saying that Megan quieted them further with her mattress sandwich.
1/16/2012,
Cold War II Episode 3
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Dressed as the technician and in her car, Megan proceeded towards the Russian missile base. She was going over her pre-mission instructions in her head. Theft of any launch codes or missile keys would be virtually impossible even with the state of security employed at the base. Rather destroying something on the base would be much easier and would also aid in her egress. The explosion would just have to be big enough to show up on satellite.
"I just need to make sure I don't blow up any of these Russkies" Megan thought to herself.
At a checkpoint Megan could see people just being waved through and there were no vehicle checks.
"Jesus no wonder I'm on this mission" though Megan.
After the guards allowed her access onto the outer facility, Megan knew she would need a uniform to get deeper into the missile base. She also was amazed at the female military presence and wondered why this fact was omitted from her briefing. She finally thought that this would just make things easier for her incursion.
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But as the guards were all donned in MDU's, Megan knew now that she would need to be selective in the uniform she would take next. Field uniforms could be a little baggy or even small and no one would notice. MDU's would entail a more proper fit. But on the other hand, there were a lot to choose from.
Wherever Megan went she was unchallenged. She would ease onto the more secure areas now. The young females in the Gamma Section had very little training. The officers and NCO's were a different story and Megan had to avoid them.
Even though the guards were in MDU's, they still carried around military assault rifles. Megan figured all of them could at least point and shoot. The CIA had furnished her with a small canister of a new diluted nerve gas that would briefly stop respiration to the point of unconsciousness. Megan just had to make sure she didn't inhale any of the fumes.
Megan decided that the latrine would be the best place for capturing a uniform. A body left in the stall would not be found until cleaning.
Megan gave the story about being called to update some of the computer systems and later slipped away to the nearest latrine. There she waited in a stall peering through a slit until a soldier close to her size came in. She knew the chances were good that if the guard was her close to her height and weight, the shoes size might be right.
As the 19 year old ex- cosmetology student was coming out of the stall, Megan rush the door knocking the guard down.. she struck her head on the tolet rendering her unconscious.
"D***! I've killed the b****" thought Megan. But after examine her, Megan could see that she was breathing.
Well Megan thought that at least she didn't have to use her spray. And with that she prompted the pretty teenager up onto the toilet and began to disrobe her. First she hung her rifle on a door hook. Then she removed her olive cap and tossed it to her feet. Very quickly she started to peel the matching olive jacket from around her shoulders and arms and hung this too on the stall's door. Megan did a check of her shoe size and knew this would not do. Although the guard was almost equal to her height and weight, she had the tiniest feet for a teenager. But Megan could still use her uniform. She unzipped her skirt and eased it down around her rather plump buttocks and hips. This she placed at her feet as the hook was now full. Megan pulled off her clip on tie and unbuttoned her white short sleeved shirt. The left the rapidly awakening teen sitting on the toilet in a white lace bra and black bikini-style panties and nude color pantyhose. Megan used the nerve spray on her. It worked liked a charm. Megan then carefully remove the girl's pantyhose so as not to cause a run. After she had duct taped her mouth and zip tied her wrists behind her back and her ankles and knees together, Megan began to strip and assume the guard's identity. The guard had just come to as Megan was buttoning her shirt.
The guard was initially dazed and confused for a moment then realized that she had been overpowered by an intruder and stripped for her uniform. Megan had zip tied her wrists to the commode so she could not arise. But the young female was feisty and humiliated. She kicked out making noise against the stall. Megan reached for her rifle and pointed it at her. The room quickly went silent. Megan now knew this wildcat would have to be hogtied tightly. Breaking her neck would have been simpler she thought. Megan zip tied her her elbows and undid the one at the wrists and dragged the squirming guard out onto the tiled floor. Megan then proceeded to put the hapless girl into the tightest hogtie that she could without cutting off her circulation. She then anchored her to a pipe under one of the sinks. In fluent Russian, Megan told her to send her a bill for the uniform and she was off to find some properly fitting shoes. Outside the latrine door she hung a pre-made "out of order" sign on it and headed out.
Megan carried the guards shoes in her hands and walked with a noticeable limp so as not to be asked why she wasn't wearing her pumps. Outside one of the buildings, she espied two guards goofing off taking a cigarette break. They had to be no older the the guard her had just dispatched.
Megan thought the the odds were in her favor the one of the guards had to have shoes she could wear. Meagan approached the two women asking for a light. When she was close enough she drew her weapon on the two and forced into some nearby bushes. She forced them onto their knees so that they wouldn't be seen and she squatted next to them holding her rifle on them. She only needed some shoes but thought the would be more manageable stripped down. So she ordered them undressed and not to make a sound. The frightened soldiers readily complied. One girl was bra less and Megan thought what the heck she might as well strip them both nude besides she couldn't carry her bag around and had to leave it in the latrine. She would use their underwear to bind them. She ordered one girl to tie up her friend. When she was done Megan did the same to her. The two were hogtied with their pantyhose and had their panties crammed into their mouths. Megan was relieved that neither of the girls were skimpy thong panties. Their French cut panties and boy short panties would do better as gags. The panties were held in place with Meagan's bra and the other guards bra.
Megan was in luck, both pairs of two inch heel black pumps fit her. As she was leaving the naked struggling guards in the bushes, she told one that had gone braless that she owed her a bra.
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Cold War II Episode 4
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Megan now disguised as one of the Gammas meandered closer and closer towards the more secure areas of the base. At times she would halt and question some of the civilian workers on the base as a ruse. No one there thought to check the checker. But Megan knew she would need a higher ranking uniform in order to gain access to the sensitive areas that she wanted to enter.
When she neared the central command office, she caught sight the bases command staff, which consisted of a major and four captains. Megan thought that the major's uniform would do her nicely. She needed to hurry though as there were rumblings about bound and gagged women at the local boarding house. Good for Megan that the base staff were very slow making a connection. Also her victims on the base would be discovered soon.
As Megan was trying to figure what to do next she overheard a group of expatriated Chechnya secretaries and computer technicians mouthing off vehemently. When one 18 year old secretary saw her she immediately hushed the six. They tried to disband but Megan grabbed her rifle and beckoned to remain.
"So you seven don't care for Mother Russia either?" quizzed Megan.
"What do you mean by either?" retorted one comely 20 year old tech.
"Yes, you are in their fascist army" interjected another emboldened teen.
"Appearances can be deceiving dears. Lt Megan Stuart US Navy."
"No way girls it's one of their tricks to catch us at something again" one of the secretaries countered.
"So you guys don't believe me huh, well one of you go and look behind those bushes over there."
The most disbelieving of the seven walked over to the bushes and returned with a story that was hard to fathom but proved Megan's claim. Now she would soon have seven comrades to aid her plan.
Two of the secretaries donned the uniforms of the two guards that Megan had dispatched earlier. All of the seven women save two worked in the command center. Megan and the two fake guards along with the five other girls approached the command center. Megan told the two real guards posted outside that these women had problems with their credentials. As soon as they let their guard down Megan and her cohorts got the drop on the two unsuspecting guards and marched them inside.
They were told to keep one hand on the rifle sling and not to make a sound. Both frightened reservists readily complied. Once inside two more novist Gammas were taken hostage along with two file clerks. The six Gammas were forced into an empty office.
"Okay the four of you who need uniforms start choosing from these six. Feel free to mix and match but hurry. The Gammas initially resisted but after the three assault rifles were pointed at them it was a race to who would be in there underwear first.
"Pantyhose and shoes off too" ordered Megan.
"What do you guys think, we are going to walk around shoeless and bare legged? No wonder the Soviet Union collapsed" quipped Megan.
All the Chechnians laughed. The guards and clerks just held their heads down in embarrassment and shame.
Megan's new band quickly got into their new uniforms and looked the part.
"What shall we do with these Russian pigs?" asked one 19 year old.
"You slaughter pigs" came an answer from another girl.
The Gammas were about to shout out in fear when Megan explained why that couldn't be done.
"Well you can't but we can" grumbled yet another tech.
Megan gave her new ally a roundhouse kick to the temple thereby letting all know who was in charge.
"Alright the ladies can I be in charge for awhile?"
Megan knew underwear gags and ties wouldn't do here. These women would need to be bound and gagged well. So Megan ordered them to tear their tech and secretarial uniforms into strips and to bind the women.
Soon their we're six young curvaceous woman clad in different types and colors bras and panties wriggling on the floor unable to shout out for assistance or move more than several inches at at time. All had their more than adequate breasts heaving from the struggle against their binds. A few had their nipples about to pop from the confines of their bras. All had their butt cracks showing as their panties had started to slide down from their constant sliding movements.
"Everyone ready? Okay let's get this done fast" ordered Megan.
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Cold War II Episode 5 Epilogue
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Megan and her newly formed assault squad now dressed as Gammas headed toward the conference room where the senio staff were meeting.
Inside the conference room the 45 year old Lt Colonel Irina Pushkin was briefing her staff as to why her battalion had been so quickly dispatched to the base and having replaced the men. Although Irina was starting to gracefully age, she was still by all means a gorgeous woman, with her short cropped blonde hair and imposing figure. Her features were those of the 60's Italian film star Virna Lisi except she was much taller at 5'9" and much bustier at 38 D cups.
Irina had just finished explaining to the major and four captains that all she was told was to stick to their training and to be vigilant. Just as she finished the door burst open with two guards and four file clerks all with their hands on their heads being marched inside. Meagan and her followers then entered with rifles at the ready.
Megan quickly identified Lt Colonel Pushkin and addressed her. The other officers and soldiers were made to turn around knell and face the wall.
Irina ranted and threatened the presumed terrorists but this fell on deaf ears. Meagan just told her that she didn't have a clue. And she finally did tell her that she and her band would be needing her and her staff's uniforms.
Irina protested " You scum are not going to strip us as you most certainly did to my soldiers, and if you dogs did..."
Irina's rants were cut short by Megan who was in a hurry to complete here mission.
"The thing is colonel, we did and they protested but as you can see, we've got their clothes anyway. Now you officers strip and be d*** quick about it!"
Irina and her officers stood firm.
One of the techs said they should shoot one in the face and that would get thing rolling.
"Will you just cool it Rambo!?" cried Megan. "We need clean uniforms and we don't need a blood bath!"
Megan knew she was taking quite a chance. If it ever got out that an American officer led a Chechen rebel force on an incursion onto a Russian missile base, well the consequences were to terrible to ponder.
"Cover the rest of them. She handed one of the secretaries her rifle and pushed Irina into a cloakroom. All the women outside turned towards the cloakroom door and they listened to screams punches crashes and thuds.
After about three minutes Irina emerged dazed with head head bowed and staggering clad in a white full bra, a white spandex girdle and bare legged. Her staff now readily gave up their clothes and soon stood passively in bras and panties.
Some the techs out of spite made the remaining soldiers strip too even though their uniforms were not needed.
"What did you Russians do in Chechnya colonel?" Megan asked rhetorically.
Megan had sent one of her band back to the latrine to get her bag and when she returned the soldiers were all duct taped gagged and zip hogtied.
As Meagan was the last to leave, she turned and saw twelve women whimpering clad in all types of undies trying to untie and ungag each other to no avail.
Megan thought instead of being promoted to first Lt, she should be made Lt commander for all this. She then left the women to struggle on and went to catch up to her rebel squad.
Megan thought that know dress as the base commander she could gain assess to a silo and cause havoc.
Two techs dressed in pilfered PFC uniforms drove jeeps containing Meagan five other women now dressed as her staff to the farthest silo Omega 612A.
The poorly trained Gammas just looked at the ranks and let Megan's band have the run of the facility. No credentials were checked or challenged.
The male Russian officers still manned the silos but they were sealed in from the outside by Megan's force. She knew that they were well trained and would not give up launch keys or the codes no matter what.
Megan's plan was to detonate the rocket's propellant tank as this would not trigger any secondary nuclear explosion by design. At least she had been told this.
Megan informed the Russian crew that they had 30 seconds to get clear of the silo and released them. She had in fact given them 90 secs.
Megan and her band sped off down the road and heard a loud thunderous blast and all hell broke off. They easily escaped in the melee.
They raced back towards the town and they all knew they had to lose their stolen uniforms and obtain new disguises to get out of the area.
"You are going to take us back to to America with you right?"
"What ?! No. Lets get real."
"Well maybe we should turn you in for the reward then" snrled one of the Chechen techs.
"Try that and I'll kill" countered Megan.
The Chechens backed off. But Megan knew she had to remove herself from the equation pronto. She spotted a delivery van and she instructed everyone to ditch their jeep and steal the van. The octet now in the van drove around and espied a small grom of high school seniors who were playing hookey that day. Megan thought to herself that they would have a perfect attendance after what they had in store for them.
The van stopped and the driver beckoned the four girls over appearing in age for 17-18. Megan noticed how muscular and fit they appeared. She thought that they must have been cheerleaders or school athletes. As soon as they unwittingly came near several assualt rifles were trained on them. They were all un ceremoniouslly forced into the back of the van and made to strip down to their undies. Their school uniforms consisting of a white blouse plaid skirt white opaque pantyhose were quickly handed over with a few sobs and scowls. they teen were forced onto their knees with their hands atop their heads. The girls must have been in a clique as their undies all were matching plaid also. Also the smallest bust was a 34 C cup. All were hippy with the average size at a 36.
The impostors were still short 4 uniforms/disguises. The group still trolled the town. Luckily they happened upon a group of student nurses. The same ruse worked again. Some the incursion group had all the uniforms they would need and the rear of the van had 12 abductees, 8 in their undies and plus 4 other student nurses in tears on their knees in abject horror.
To complete their escape and to give them time to escape, the 12 girls would have to be bound and gagged and left in some secluded part of the town.
A quick stop at the local hardware store would solve this dilemma. Cordage and a roll of duct tape were obtained. The van pulled up to a local park and the captives were unloaded. The 12 locals were ousted from the rear of the van and 12 comely girls ranging in bust and hip sizes were sizes made to proceed into the cover of the foliage.
There they were made to lie onto their stomachs and their panties shoved into their mouths and hogtied with ample rope binds. None of the girls really wanted to be discovered clad only in their bras nude from the waist down. But at least they were alive they all thought.
Megan's group now dressed as school girls and student nurses could now split up and ease back to the town.
Megan's uniform of a student nurse would only buy here some time but not ensure her escape.
She proceeded to her extraction point but to get there, she would be out of place dressed as a student nurse. On her way there two female police offices stopped her and questioned her. Luckingly for Megan they were new to the job and were noy up on police procedures
The officers were suspicious about the lack of ID but as Megan was dressed in a student nurse's warb they were lax with the handling of her . Much to their later regret. Mega was placed in the rear of their car but uncuffed and the two officers rode in front. Meagan couldn't believe her good fortune. After one karate chop to the neck of one fficer and a choke hold to unconciousness to the driver megan was free.
Megan used a mixture of the two policewomen's uniforms to achive the proper looke. The two now fully conscious officers were handcuffed but shouting obscenities at Megan. She silinced the women quickly by shoving their mouths with their pantyhose and securing them with their bras. Megan dragged the two squiggling officers to the rear of their car and hoisted them into the trunk. The two buxom women laid atop each other dressed now only their bikini panties with their 38 and 40 DD breasts flopping about. Their massive gams were free to kick at roof and sides of the trunk in vain. They knew of their impending humiliation when they would soon be found in that state.
Megan now shout out a "Quiet you b****" and went to her extraction point pleased with her efforts of the week and her "easy" promotion.
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