Super Secret Mystery Boat

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Dense fog shrouded the gas station mini-mart leaving it glowing like an oasis of light in the early morning gloom. A searching glance through the picture windows of the gas station revealed a number of uniformed military personnel. A gorgeous blonde of average height and build for swimsuit model, and wearing a marine corps dress uniform exited the gas station juggling a cup of coffee, and a number of other items.

The young woman marine, Second Lieutenant Tabitha Twain, faced a challenge getting into her car with all her purchases. So she set her cup of coffee and everything else on the roof of her car. After she unlocked the door of her rather ancient Ford Crown Victoria, someone approached her from behind.

The stranger grabbed 2nd Lt. Twain from behind and slapped a wad of cloth over her nose and mouth. Tabitha uttered a muffled HUMPH of protest. At first she might have supposed her attacker to be some kind of practical joker with a warped sense of humor. Then the pleasant perfumey smell of something in the cloth started to send her into LaLa land. The fast acting halothane soak cloth quickly to put Tabitha into swoon. To make the girl breathe more deeply from the cloth, the female assailant gave the girl’s left boob a hearty squeeze. The boob squeeze elicited another indignant another grunt of HUMPH. The assailant then bodily lifted Tabitha off her feet, and the tips of her shoes scuffed the parking lot pavement. A few seconds later Tabitha uttered a tiny sigh and lost consciousness.

The female assailant, Crystal Whisker, secured the wad of cloth over Tabitha’s face with the big rubber band. Then she wrestled Lieutenant Twain’s body into the back seat of her car taking care not to mess it up her uniform or get it dirty. She then got behind the wheel of Tabitha’s car and drove it a short distance to the dark outer edge of the parking lot. She stopped the car, climbed into the back seat, and started undoing Tabitha’s uniform. After stripping the Lieutenant of her uniform Crystal doned it, and carried the girl’s underwear clad body to the rear of the car and dumped her body in the trunk.

Some time later Crystal drove Lieutenant Twain’s car up to the main of gate of Ocean Force base located on the California mega island of Pie. The military sticker on the windshield of Lieutenant Twain’s car allowed her to pass easily through the gate.

Crystal’s objective at the Ocean Force base lay at the docking area for the super secret underwater glider. A craft her employer had clock at over two hundred knots. A security police girl intercepted her as she approached the secret docking area.

“Ma’am this is restricted area, and you don’t have clearance to be here,” the young Air Force cop informed her. The woman, a pretty, wholesome looking ash blonde of average height and build for a college cheerleader.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” Crystal said before cold cocking the girl cop with a right hook to the chin. Luckily for Crystal the girl had a glass jaw and no further fisticuffs was necessary to subdue her. However she did think it necessary to chop the helpless girl upside the neck and ruptured her carotid artery and jugular vein. The girl cop wore a dress uniform with a cute silver braid attached to her shoulder, and a sporting band on one sleeve of her blouse that read SP for security police.

Crystal quickly grabbed the girl cop by the wrists and dragged her into an aisle between a bunch of wooden crates. The crates were all empty, and probably stacked where they were to screen the top secret area from view. Ironically enough the crates would now obscured what Crystal would do next--namely stripping the girl cop of her uniform, stashing her underwear clad body in an empty crate, and closing the lid on it.

After donning her new uniform, Crystal continued on her way towards super secret underwater glider. She arrived at the dock where the glider was parked. She noticed a number people wearing day-glow red wet-suits in the water around the glider.

Down at the dock a shapely girl of average height and build for bathing beauty vaulted herself out of the water, and sat down on the edge of the dock. The wet-suit wearing girl sat down on the edge of the dock with her feet in the water. When she removed her diver’s face mask and snorkel. Crystal looped a nylon strap over her head, and proceeded to throttle her. The diver’s legs vainly kicked and pumped in the water for a few seconds.

“Nothing personal babes. I just need the outfit you’re wearing,” Crystal said into the woman’s ear.

The diver could only gurgle and gasp in response to Crystal explanation. The diver’s feet stopping kicking a few more seconds and just dangled in the water; then they were drawn upwards. She dragged the diver’s body backwards, and took it behind some oil drums stacked along the quay. Once she felt no one could see her and her victim, Crystal unzipped the front of the diver’s wet suit top, rolled her over, and stripped the girl’s of all the garment she’d been wearing. After divesting the diver of her of outfit she tumbled the woman’s nude body into the water where it sank into the shadowy depths.

Crystal dove underneath the underwater glider, and surfaced in the craft’s pool like diver hatch. Inside diving room she grabbed a big wrench hanging on the wall. Then she snuck up behind a technician in the torpedo room, and walloped the girl upside the head with the wrench. She knelt beside the fallen girl, and unzipped the front of her blue coveralls. Then she rolled the girl face down on the deck, and stripped off her coveralls.

She opened the hatch of a torpedo tube, dragged the girl over to it, and shoved her body inside the narrow space. After donning the girl’s coveralls, she climbed up the ladder to cockpit of the craft. A girl she assumed to be the pilot of the craft sat in a chair before an airplane like control panel. She grabbed the girl pilot by the hair with both hands, and slammed her head over the seat back and neatly snapped her neck.

A short time later the underwater glider X-1 inexplicably fired up it’s engine, and shot out of it’s berth for the open sea. It was later theorized the glider had been stolen by a spy that had infiltrated the base. Further investigation turned up the underwear clad bodies of 2nd Lt. Tabitha Twain stuffed inside the trunk of her car, and Sergeant Lana Thompson’s body folded up inside a crate, and the nude body of female diver Alex Jones at the bottom of the dock. The bodies of pilot Ensign Payton Cook, and a technician named Jodi Miller were later discover a few miles from base at the bottom of the sea.