" Army Games " by Nepenthe

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Army Games -
by Nepenthe


Army Games - Part One.
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The Woman that the world currently knew as Laura Stern sat at the table in the restaurant, idly turning the menu over in her hands as she listened to the well dressed young lady opposite her. Anyone who might have watching would have been forgiven for thinking that she wasn’t paying attention. But Laura was a good listener, especially when work was the topic of conversation.
“It’s very simple, Ms Stern,” The blonde opposite her was saying. “All we require are copies of the expense account access codes. We can handle it from there. I know the army is involved, but I’m sure that you have handled worse situations than that...” She picked up her glass of white wine, and took a sip. Laura hadn’t touched her glass. She never drank at times like this. “It’s true,” she murmured quietly. “I have had entanglements with the military before. It’s never been quite the challenge I expected it to be.” She looked up, meeting the blonde woman’s gaze. “I will need an opening. I assume you already have that angle covered?”
The blonde nodded, sliding a slim dossier file across the table. “But of course. I present you with Major Janine Shepherd, an auditor with the Military finance office.” Laura flipped the dossier open, and looked at a photograph of a young woman in an army dress uniform, dark auburn hair, green eyes, smiling, a slight dash of freckles on her pretty face. “She is going to be visiting the facility to carry out a routine monthly audit of the programme’s expenditure. It’s her first visit, so she won’t be a recognisable face to the facility staff.” Laura nodded, eyeing the picture. “Where is she now?” she asked.
The blonde smiled. “She is staying at a hotel at present, courtesy of the defence department. She will be leaving for the facility tomorrow morning. You have all day and night to prepare for your unscheduled taking of her place.”
Laura nodded once again, picked up the dossier, and set the menu back down. “Well, your advance has cleared, my agent tells me. So, I will take my leave. I have work to do, and a blind date with the major.” She rose from her seat, and the blonde took another sip from her glass. “Of course,” she added, almost as an afterthought. “If you should be captured, you will be a deniable asset. Any trace of our involvement with you will be erased.” She eyed Laura expectantly. The beautiful brunette nodded, and turned on her heel, as she walked away.
Story of my life, she thought to herself.

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Back at the apartment, she showered, running over the details of the dossier that she had been provided with. The most important information has already set her mind at ease. Her height, weight and build were almost identical to the young Major. She walked into the bedroom, drying off her hair with a towel, and then walked into the adjoining guest bedroom. “I have a job to do, so my agent will be coming by, to make sure you don’t get lonely.”
The person she addressed simply stared at her with a mixture of fear and dislike. The Latina thief, who had attacked her on her last job. Currently, she was naked, and cuffed spread-eagled to the bed, tightly gagged, and squirming in frustration. Taped securely to the inside of one of her thighs was a powerful ball-topped vibrator, it’s head snugged tightly up against her sex. Laura had already gained the information that she needed from the helpless woman, and was now simply toying with her, more than ample payback for the trouble she had been caused.
Laura leaned forward, and flipped a switch on the base of the vibe, which hummed into life. Immediately, her captive began squirming more desperately, a muted groan filtering through her gag. Laura regarded the woman for a moment, and then picked up a black lycra-spandex hood, proceeding to pull it over her guest’s head firmly. The moans and struggles intensified as a result, but Laura knew that there would be no chance of the woman being heard.
She walked back into the bedroom and dressed, a simple but elegant grey suit. Nothing expensive, as it would not be needed for too long, but enough to make her look smart, but not overly noticeable. After brushing her hair, and applying a little understated makeup, she pulled an overnight bag from a drawer under the bed, and began to pack it with the items that she would need; A fresh roll of durable tape, a small plastic bag containing a number of small rubber sponge-balls, a small pack containing a number of cheap, disposable sleep masks, a bottle of chloroform, a small atomiser mist bottle, and a zip-lock plastic bag containing a cloth. She opened the bag, and poured a small amount of chloroform into it, before sealing it tightly again. The zip-lock bag was stowed in the side pocket of her overnight bag, for ease of access. The rest of the items went into the bag itself, along with a bag of zip-ties, a sharp retractable knife, and a plastic frame, that had a large amount of soft white cord wound around it, pre-cut into appropriate lengths. She walked across to the dressing table, opened the top drawer, took out two fresh packets of Neutral-tone Wolford pantyhose, which she added to the bag. Finally, she walked to the wardrobe, opened it, removed a light and rather short dressing gown, and laid it over the top of the rest of the items in the bag. She didn’t need any makeup, toiletries, or other clothing. The Major would provide what was needed. Finally, from the bottom of the wardrobe, she took a pair of black patent leather pumps with two-inch heels; just the sort of thing that a female soldier who was on administrative duty would wear; she couldn’t guarantee that the Major and herself would share the same shoe-size.
Finally, with everything packed, she put on a coat, zipped up the overnight bag, and went to have a quick look at her guest. The helpless, hooded and gagged woman was writhing as much as her restraints would allow, her hips bucking insistently in response to the ministrations of the vibrator. A constant stream of desperate, muffled moans filtered through the hood. Satisfied that her captive was preoccupied, she closed the door, phoned for a taxi, and left the apartment.

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She checked into the hotel, using a credit card that was under one of the many aliases that she used in her professional life. A young man showed her to her room, and she tipped him, even though she didn’t let him carry her bag. Once he had left, she opened the overnight bag, and took out the roll of tape, one of the sponge balls, and the zip-lock bag containing the cloth, which was by now well-impregnated with the chloroform. She kept them ready, slipping them just under the pillow of her bed, opened the door to her room, and waited, looking out into the corridor.
She didn’t have to wait long. A maid walked quietly down the corridor, pushing a trolley that carried fresh towels and linen for the rooms. She wore a simple dark red tunic and skirt with a white trim, a white apron with the hotel’s crest on the pocket, suntan hose, and matching slip on shoes in a canvas-type material and rubber soles. She gave the young woman a little wave to attract her attention. The maid, a slim girl in her early twenties, approached her with a polite smile. “Can I help you?”
Laura nodded. “I just checked in, and there is some kind of stain on the pillow case. Can I have a fresh one, please?” The maid nodded, turning to her trolley, and picked up a fresh pillow case from the pile of linen. “I will change it for you right away.”
Laura stood back to let the maid into the room, and then followed the girl to the bed, overtaking her, to stand next to the headboard, reaching down as if to lift the pillow, and palming the zip-lock bag as she did so, practised fingers opening it, and drawing out the cloth. “This is the one,” She said simply. The maid walked over, lifted the pillow, frowning ever so slightly when she couldn’t see a stain herself. Just as her eyes fell upon the sponge ball and tape beneath the pillow, Laura shot out a hand, grabbed the girl by her wrist, spun her in a tight circle so that her arm was pinned behind her back, and clamped the cloth over her nose and mouth tightly. As she did so, with a speed and ease that could only come from a lot of practice and experience, she pushed forward, toppling the startled girl face down onto the bed, and allowing herself to fall on top of her, pinning her down.
The maid struggled beneath her, trying to cry for help, and to protest against what was happening to her. Laura let her struggle, knowing that her exertions would only make her breathe in more of the fumes from the cloth. She felt the maid’s legs kicking up and down against her own, and she focused on the kicking, feeling it gradually slowing, mentally counting the seconds. The girl was young and fit, and it took almost a minute before she lay limp and silent beneath her on the bed. She kept the cloth in place for a while longer, ensuring that the girl would not wake up anytime soon. The she finally rose, rolled the unconscious girl onto her back, and, starting with her shoes, began to swiftly and methodically strip her down to her bra and panties. The maid had a good figure, with strong, shapely legs, and the pale pink matching lingerie she wore had a cute little floral motif on them. Having stripped the maid, Laura transferred her to the floor. She picked up her overnight bag, and took out the pack of sleep masks. Slipping one over the girl’s eyes, she secured it with a strip of the tape, brushing the maid’s now somewhat messed up hair back as she smoothed the tape into place. Opening her mouth, the wedged the sponge ball inside, and sealed it in with more tape. She then folded the sleeping girl into a tight ball, with her knees almost pressed up against her breasts, and wound the tape around her, securing her into that position. Finally, she taped her wrists to her ankles, and then taped her feet together. A little more tape was used to tape the girl’s fingers together. Laura paused to observe her handiwork, and then opened the drawer compartment under the bed. Plenty of room, she thought to herself, and then carefully lifted the drugged and helpless young woman into the drawer, before sliding it closed again.
She quickly undressed, and then put on the maid’s pantyhose, uniform, and shoes. Feeling in the compartments of the apron’s pocket, she smiled to herself as she found the pass-key that would open the doors, enabling the maids to work without disturbing the guests. She packed the rest of her kit back into her bag, but slipped the chloroform-doused cloth back in its plastic bag, placing the bag into the pocket of the apron. She opened the door, checked that the coast was clear, and then stepped into the corridor, closing the door behind her, locking it with the pass-key, and hanging a “Do not Disturb” tag on the door handle for good measure. Placing her overnight bag onto the lower tray of the trolley, she wheeled it slowly along the corridor. It was time to meet the Major.

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She paused outside the Major’s room. Her clients must have had someone working in the hotel, to have been able to provide her with the room number, she thought to herself. Making sure that she wasn’t observed, she leaned in, and listened at the door. Hearing nothing, she knocked softly. When there was no response, she opened the door with the pass-key, and wheeled the trolley inside, closing the door behind her, and locking it again. She wheeled the trolley into the bathroom, where it wouldn’t be seen, and then got ready for the Major’s return, laying out the items she would use to restrain her. Finally, she drew a chair up to the wall next to the door, and sat down to wait.
An hour or so had passed when she heard the sound of someone at the door. She stood quickly, carefully pushing the chair to one side, and slipped the cloth out of its bag in the pocket of her apron. As she listened to the key turning in the lock, she readied herself. The door opened slowly, and she heard the rustling of shopping bags. The Major must have taken the opportunity to do a little retail therapy, she thought to herself. The young woman entered the room, several bags in each hand, and Laura was mildly surprised to see that she was actually wearing her green service uniform. Must be very proud of it, she thought, as she watched the woman walk in, oblivious to her presence. The Major closed the door with her foot, and took a step or two forward. She must have sensed something at the last second, because she began to turn, but by then Laura was on her.
Major Shepherd uttered a yelp of surprise, which was quickly muffled as Laura jammed the cloth over her nose and mouth. The shopping bags fell from her hands, which flew up to her face, trying to pull the cloth away. Laura swiftly wrapped her free arm around her, pinning her arms to her chest, and then stepping backward, tripping the struggling officer in the process, taking her off-balance so that her legs couldn’t gain any purchase. Then it was simply a case of holding on tightly, feeling the woman struggle against her, hearing the muffled gasps and cries from under the cloth. Finally, the Major’s desperate struggles subsided, her legs gave out completely, and she slumped in Laura’s grip. Again, Laura was in no hurry to relax the cloth against the Major’s face, holding the now unconscious woman up, almost cradling her as she felt the fight go out of her completely. When she was sure that Shepherd was well and truly asleep, she dragged her across to the bed, and let her fall onto it, face down. Only then did she relax. She walked across the room, and switched on the television, not too loudly, but enough that any quiet sounds would be ignored.

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She returned to the drugged woman, rolled her onto her back, and for the second time that day, began to strip an unconscious woman of her clothing. Her neat uniform jacket, skirt, and blouse were carefully folded, and set down on an armchair near the television. Her shoes were inspected; Laura was relieved that she had brought her own, as the Major was a size smaller than her. Discarding the shoes, Laura rolled the Major onto her stomach again. She wore a matching set of pearl grey lingerie with a satin slip, which was removed, and laid out with the rest of her uniform.
Leaving Janine Shepherd in her nude-tone pantyhose and lingerie, Laura then set to work binding her captive. As with the unfortunate maid, she began by blindfolding and gagging her, using several strips of tape this time. Using a pair of the pantyhose from her overnight bag, she then hooded the luckless army officer, winding the legs of the hose around her head, turning them into a second layer of blindfold. She then laid her on her back, on one side of the double bed. Pulling her hands through the brass-effect bars of the headboard, she crossed her wrists, and then bound them tightly with tape. She unwound a length of the white cord from the plastic frame, and bound her pantyhosed ankles tightly together. Another length bound her thighs. Finally, she unwound another, much longer length of rope. Within a short time, the drugged woman had been fitted with a knotted crotch-rope, the trailing ends of which were passed up through the waistband of the tie, and then downward, to be tied to the ropes that bound her ankles. Any attempt to straighten her legs would leave Major Shepherd a very distracted young lady indeed.
Having secured her hapless quarry, Laura stripped off the maid’s uniform, and slipped into the shower to freshen up. By the time she had finished, Janine Shepherd was awake. She heard the low, confused and frightened moan as she walked back into the room, and saw the young woman slowly struggling against her bonds. Her first attempt to move her legs resulted in a mewling cry of surprise and discomfort. Laura grinned to herself as she strutted over to the bed, and stroked a hand over the woman’s thigh with an air of ownership.
“Just relax, Major. You are going nowhere for now. I know it wasn’t in your plans, but I hope you don’t mind sharing a bed for tonight...” The Helpless woman jerked her head in Laura’s direction as she spoke, and attempted to protest loudly, but all that made it through the sponge ball and layers of tape was a muffled, outraged mewling sound. Laura chuckled softly, and ran a fingertip across the line of the crotch-rope, before grasping it, and tugging sharply. Shepherd uttered a sharp, though muted cry of distress. “If you keep sounding that cute, I’m going to be tugging this thing all night long...”
She spent the rest of the evening relaxing, teasing the poor woman with the crotch rope, and planning her next move while reading the dossier provided by her clients. She even rang for room service, ordering a light dinner, with instructions to leave it outside the door. After eating, she returned to the bed, stripping off her robe, and laying down with her captive. Although she had an early start planned, she couldn’t resist the temptation, and the helpless Major Shepherd received the benefit of her full attention, being left in no doubt at all that the woman who had rendered her so helpless was very experienced in pleasuring a helpless subject...

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Laura awoke to the insistent beeping of her cell-phone’s alarm. Five am. Time to get to work. She rose, showered, dried herself, and sat down at the dresser. Propping the photograph of Shepherd against the mirror, she applied her makeup with consummate skill, even successfully mimicking the woman’s freckles. Their hair was close enough in colour, and worn up as per regulations, it would be almost impossible for someone to spot the difference. All that remained was to get dressed.
A sound behind her told her that the Major was stirring. She couldn’t have that just yet, so she crossed the room, picked up the atomiser bottle, and gave Shepherd’s pantyhose mask a spritzing of chloroform. Once the woman had subsided again, Laura debated what to do with her. Her wicked streak emerged, along with a vivid imagination. She untied the drugged and passive woman, with the exception of the crotch-rope, and then wheeled the trolley into the room, removing the stack of towels and linen from the top of it. She spread a towel across the top, and then lifted the Major onto it, laying her on her back, with her arms and legs dangling over the sides. Perfect, she decided. She then taped the Major’s wrists to the legs of the trolley. Using the discarded pantyhose that she had taken from the luckless maid, the then bound her ankles to the legs at the other end. Finally, she rolled down the waistband of her pantyhose, and using the retractable knife, she cut away the unconscious woman’s panties and bra. The trailing ends of the crotch-rope were then re-tied to the push bar of the trolley, after ensuring that it was cinched into her sex tightly. Finally, she took the Major’s lipstick from the dresser, and wrote a little message across the flat, smooth plane of her stomach: The maid is under the bed in room 312.
Satisfied that the Major was secured, she wheeled the trolley into the large walk-in closet, turning it so that the first person to open the doors would get an unforgettable first view of Major Shepherd.
Finally, she dressed herself in the Major’s uniform, taking great care that it was as correctly worn as possible. She repacked her overnight bag, whilst helping herself to some of the rather nice lingerie that she found among the Major’s shopping. A little memento of the night, she thought with a smile. Picking up the Major’s handbag, she found the keys to her car. She took a last look around the room, nodded to herself, and walked out, locking the door behind her. Major Shepherd was checking out.


Army Games - Part Two
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The arrival at the base was uneventful. Laura had worn a pair of sunglasses, and the bored sentries at the gate hadn’t asked her to remove them, or paid too much attention. To them, she was just another visiting pen-pusher with a uniform, and the correct pass to the base. She drove to the carpark next to the administration building, and parked in the visitors section. She walked across the carpark to the building, and entered the coolness of the main lobby. A young woman in a uniform almost identical to hers took her pass, and gave her directions to the financial administration offices.
Upon arrival, she was greeted by a Colonel, a man who was obviously cruising to his pension in a quiet and uneventful job. Upon her salute, he greeted her with a very informal handshake, and conducted her to an office that had been made ready for Major Shepherd’s use.
“We have provided all the documentation that you will need for the audit, Major. And we have granted you clearance into the computer system for any cross-referencing you might require.”
Laura nodded and smiled at the man. “I will also be requiring the expense account access codes – just a formality, to ensure that the correct personnel have been accessing the correct accounts. You have no idea how messy things can get otherwise, in my line of work...”
The Colonel nodded affably. “But of course Major, I understand completely. The access codes will be provided for you by one of my junior staff in a few minutes. I hope you won’t think me rude, but I have several meetings to attend, so I shall have to leave you alone.” Laura said nothing, but that was something she had been hoping for more than anything else. The Colonel walked to the intercom system, and pressed the buzzer. Upon receiving a response, he leaned forward. “Lieutenant Keyes, Major Shepherd will be requiring the expense account access codes. See to it, will you?” Satisfied with the response, he turned the intercom off. “Keyes will be with you shortly. Anything else you require, just use the intercom system.”
Laura thanked the Colonel, who shook her hand again, and then left the office without further comment. Laura walked across to the desk, sat down, and opened one of the large document files that had been laid out on the desk. She was pretending to study it when the door opened, and a young black woman in uniform entered, saluted smartly, and approached the desk.
“Major Shepherd? Here are the access codes you requested... She put down a CD-ROM in front of Laura, who thanked her politely. “Is there anything else you’d like? A drink, perhaps?” Laura smiled and shook her head. “No thank you, Lieutenant. I’m fine for now.” Keyes nodded, saluted again, and left. Laura eyed her casually as she left. Pity I don’t get to take you with me, she thought to herself, admiring the attractive figure in the smart uniform. She decided to play at doing the job for at least a couple of hours – Her leaving the base would be at lunchtime. Until then, she would do some of the work, look busy, and of course, copy the access codes onto the flashdrive she had brought for the task.
She left it for an hour before deciding to copy the files. Sliding the disc into the computer, she checked to see if the files were protected. To her relief, no such precautions had been taken. She copied the files into a folder on the desktop, inserted the flashdrive, and copied the folder across. Unplugging the drive, she slipped it inside her blouse, and tucked it into her bra for safe keeping. Satisfied that all was well, she resumed pouring over the minutely detailed files for the financial accounts of the base, slipping off her shoes for comfort. She couldn’t help thinking that she had spared Major Shepherd from a very boring day...

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Major Shepherd herself might have had different views. She had awoken to find herself still blindfolded and gagged, and tied to something that definitely wasn’t the bed. Her panicked attempts to scream for help had resulted in nothing, and her struggles had only left her rather tired, as well as somewhat frustrated by the rubbing of the crotchrope against her sex, which the flimsy material of her pantyhose did nothing to lessen. She was about to resign herself to being here for a very long time, when she heard the door open, and voices. She began to struggle and cry out for help again. The voices paused, and then she heard a door open, followed by a gasp...and a burst of sudden, shocked laughter. If she could have seen herself at that point, Major Shepherd might have wished that she had been left alone.
Meanwhile, Laura finally relented, and buzzed the intercom. Lieutenant Keyes answered, and Laura requested a cup of coffee. Partly to maintain appearances, partly to have another idle look at Keyes. The smart young woman duly arrived with a cup of coffee. Keyes raised an eyebrow at the sight of Laura’s shoes under the desk. Laura caught her look, glanced down, and smiled ruefully. “They’re new... I haven’t finished breaking them in yet...”
To her relief, Keyes responded with a big smile and a wink. “I know exactly what you mean,” she confided. “Mine seemed to take an age to soften up. And the heels! I don’t know about you, but I’m a comfort girl...sneakers, unless I have to look all dolled up.” Laura grinned. She liked to wear high heels herself, but she could see Keyes’ point of view. “By the way... I was thinking of popping off base for lunch. Anywhere you can recommend?” Keyes nodded. “There’s a little place in town. They do a salad that’ll knock you out. I’ll get you a copy of the menu, it has a map on the back.” She turned and left. Laura smiled to herself again. Perfect, she thought. And the Lieutenant has already helped give me a head start...
Back at the hotel, someone had discovered the helpless maid in the box of the bed in Laura’s temporary room. And Major Shepherd, in a maid’s uniform thoughtfully provided by the hotel manager, in the middle of explaining what had happened to a sympathetic woman detective, had suddenly realised the significance of her stolen uniform, and was asking for a telephone...
Laura stretched, and glanced at her watch. Lunchtime. She slipped her shoes back on, drained the last of the coffee that Keyes had brought her, and got up from the chair. She arranged the files and documents in such a way as to suggest that she intended to return to work, picked up her handbag, and left the office. As she walked out of the financial administration offices, a smiling Lieutenent Keyes handed her a slightly dog-eared copy of a menu for the cafe she had recommended. Laura took it with a smile, and even offered to bring something back for Keyes, who smiled and shook her head. “Dinner date tonight...I’m working up an appetite. But I’ll walk you down to the lobby.”
Laura walked down the corridor with Keyes in a comfortable silence. She decided that she actually rather liked this perky young black woman, and hoped that this situation wouldn’t cause her much trouble when what had happened was eventually discovered. And just at that moment, as they walked down the corridor to the elevators, the alarm sounded, causing both women to jump.
“What’s going on?” Laura yelled over the alarm. Keyes turned to her with a shrug, eyes wide from the shock of the alarm. “No idea, Major! But I guess that you’re gonna have to change your lunch plans! That alarm means that no one is to leave the building!” Laura swore under her breath. More complications. Someone must have found Shepherd, and she’d raised the alarm. The Major’s uniform now became a liability. But this was a big building. And there were lots of Lieutenants running around... She reached into her handbag....
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Keyes was looking around, wondering if they should return to the office, or proceed to the lobby, when she was suddenly grabbed. She fought with all her strength, but the Major was a lot stronger than she looked. Keyes was about to yell for help, when a cloth, thick with a strong scent, was clamped over her nose and mouth. She was jerked off her feet, and dragged backward into a supply closet.
Laura had been unable to bring her overnight bag with her, but she had concealed the chloroform and the roll of tape in the handbag, leaving behind Shepherd’s make up bag and a few other items to make room. As she dragged Keyes into the closet, her struggles rendered inaudible by the alarm, She whispered into her ear. “Sorry about this honey...nothing personal.” Keyes however, was taking it very personally, and she struggled and kicked against her assailant. However, with the drug-soaked cloth over her face, she couldn’t keep it up for long. Soon, she was hanging limply in Laura’s arms, moaning feeble protests into the cloth. Laura waited until she was certain that Keyes was out of it, and then lowered her to the floor. She knew that she had to act quickly. She rapidly stripped Keyes of her Jacket and skirt, and as an afterthought, her blouse too. She eyed the unconscious woman appreciatively, running a hand over her curves. But now was not the right time. She quickly tore several strips from the blouse, wadded them up, and stuffed them into Keyes half-open mouth, before sealing them in with two strips of tape. Another, longer length of torn off material was rolled into a tight line, and used to blindfold her. Her wrists were put behind her, the backs of her hands together, and then her arms were almost mummified in tape from wrist to elbow. More tape was used to bind her thighs and ankles together. Looking around, Laura spotted a horizontal bar at the back of the closet, about four foot off the floor – obviously used to hang something on. She carefully tugged the unconscious Keyes over to the bar, lifted her legs, and bound her hosed ankles to the bar. This left Keyes resting on her upper back and shoulders, with her legs in the air. She removed Keyes’ shoes, deciding that the young woman should have at least some degree of comfort in her ordeal. Then, she quickly shed the Major’s uniform, and re-dressed in Keyes’ jacket and skirt. She stuffed the discarded uniform into a cupboard, smartened herself up, and walked back out of the closet, closing it behind her.
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Re: Army Games - Part Two
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As she suspected, in the bustle caused by the alarm, no-one looked at her twice, or seemed to notice that the face on her ID card was of a young black woman. Rather than risk the elevator, she took the stairs. As she walked into the lobby, heading for the exit, the young woman at the desk called out to her. “I’m sorry, but no-one is allowed to leave the building. There has been a suspected security breach...”
Laura paused, sighed, and turned, walking over to the desk. Already, a plan was forming in her mind.
“In that case, I have to make a telephone call. Would it be okay to use the one in your office?” She gestured to the office behind the lobby desk. The young woman, a slightly petite blonde, looked over her shoulder, and nodded. “That will be just fine, as long as you don’t mind me being in there with you, Lieutenant.” Laura nodded her assent – privately, that was what she had been hoping for.
The blonde opened the bar to the lobby desk, and Laura walked through into the office, with the young woman walking behind her. She paused at the office desk, and picked up the telephone. Dialling a number, she casually walked back toward the door, and closed it.
“Hello sir, this is Lieutenant Reed,” She spoke into the phone. The number she had dialled went nowhere, but it was enough. The blonde soldier looked away, and suddenly Laura turned, swinging the handset around in a sharp arc that connected with the base of the young woman’s neck. As she staggered forward, dazed, Laura grabbed her, wrestled her to the floor, and straddled her. She fumbled in her handbag, grabbed the chloroform cloth, still damp from its use on Keyes, and pressed it firmly down over the young woman’s face. She struggled for a short while, and then finally went limp, sprawling on the floor beneath Laura.
Laura quickly exchanged uniforms with the unconscious woman. As she had hoped, their uniforms were different sizes. Keyes’ uniform looked ill-fitting on the petite blonde, and any one inspecting the ID badge would spot the difference immediately, whereas the difference between her and the blonde was harder to spot in the photo ID, with hair worn back, and under a cap.
She walked out of the lobby and over to the carpark. She drove Shepherds car back over to the building, opened the trunk, and quickly darted into the lobby, emerging seconds later with the unconscious blonde, who she deposited into the trunk. She closed it, got in the car, and drove around the base until she reached another set of gates. As expected, a sentry stopped her. And to her good fortune, this one was a woman, dressed in her issued combat uniform. As she pulled up the car, she wound down the window. “Problem, Corporal?” She asked, noting the rank of the sentry. The woman nodded. “Security alert. No one is allowed off base.” Laura sighed, and got out of the car with a petulant look, acting the part of a self-important junior officer. “We’ll see about that, Corporal...” She walked past the sentry into the gate-office. The sentry saluted briefly, with a look of annoyance, and followed her.
As soon as they were out of clear line of sight, Laura suddenly stepped backward, and slammed an elbow into the soldiers’ jaw. It hurt, but it had the right effect. The woman staggered back, and Laura turned, grabbing her slung rifle, dragging it off of her, and swinging it round. “Don’t move... do exactly as you are told, and you won’t get hurt.” The sentry, nursing a bruised jaw and a cut lip, glowered at her, but made no other move. “Good,” said Laura. “Take off your uniform, and then lay face down on the floor, hands behind your head.”
“You won’t get away with this,” muttered the woman, but she complied – Laura looked entirely too competent with the M16 for it to be worth the risk of calling her out. The soldier stripped at gunpoint, down to her issue t-shirt, panties, and socks. Finally, she lay down on the floor, placing her hands behind her head. As she did so, Laura pounced, straddling her lower back, whipping out the cloth, and clamping it firmly over the undressed soldier’s face. She woman struggled, cursing into the cloth. Laura wound her fingers into the woman’s dark brown hair, pulling her head back to make her struggles less likely to have a chance of success. Soon enough, the soldier’s curses faded into slurred moans, and then silence.
Laura quickly stripped off the blonde Lobby woman’s uniform, relieved to be out of the too-tight skirt. She just as quickly got into the sleeping sentry’s uniform – time was of the essence here. She quickly went to Shepherd’s car, and grabbed her overnight bag. Returning to the drugged woman, she quickly used up the rest of the roll of tape, along with two lengths of rope, to blindfold and gag the soldier, before tying and taping her into a tight little ball of helplessness. Stowing her captive out of sight, where she would be out of the way, she quickly returned to the car. Opening the trunk, she dragged out the unconscious blonde officer, and laid her out in the doorway to the gate office, face down. She then walked back to the office, and pressed the intercom. “Sir, this is Corporal Anderson. I have stopped a woman in uniform at gate B, in response to the alarm. She got out of her car as instructed, but attempted to go for my gun. I’ve knocked her cold, sir...”
As expected, a security detail was at the gate in minutes. The officer in charge studied the unconscious blonde in the too-large uniform. “Hell of a giveaway, Anderson. That uniform is way too big for her!” Laura nodded, with a satisfied smile. “She got desperate when I spotted that her ID had a black woman’s face on it sir.”
The officer nodded and patted Laura on the shoulder. “Good work, soldier. We’ll take her in now. Someone will come and relieve you, and you will present yourself to the security wing immediately. We will want your report.” Laura nodded and saluted, re-slinging the rifle on her shoulder. She watched as the limp figure was picked up by two military policemen, and carried to their car. By the time they sort this mess out, she thought to herself, I’ll be long gone.
As the car drove away, the military policemen, watching the unconscious prisoner that they were guarding, failed to notice the sentry at the gate raising the barrier, and getting into the car.
Laura, speeding away from the base, studied the menu. There would be a waitress there, she reckoned. And another car. And possibly, a salad that would knock her out.

The End.




7/25/2011,