Penguins and Captives

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Penguins and Captives
by Lord-Storm








Penguins and Captives


The British military vehicle came to a stop
just outside the small isolated outpost on this part of the South Atlantic
Island.
Lt Phillipa Sheldon of the Royal Navy was waiting outside for the truck which
would be bringing the post relief team. This defence post with its electronic
listening and monitering station was small and at the edge of the defensive
cordon so considered remote enough to be of only minor importance and was crewed
by all females.
Phillipa was in command of the current squad of five personnel including
herself.
At 31 the attractive, athletic blonde was quite young and this was her first
command.

Two female figures approached from the truck, their faces partially covered from
the bitter wind that was blowing. She was expecting three females from the RAF
to man the equipment, One nurse and a female MP to oversee security which was
the standard setup for the post. The lead female wore the same heavy olive green
issue over trousers, tucked inside the black military mid calve lace up boots,
heavy parka with hood up and camo overmitts, as well as sunglasses and a scarf
covering the lower face, although it was technically spring. Philippa noticed
the union jack patch and Name tape on the parka said Ralston, this would be
Capt. Louise Ralston her opposite number.

Shaking the outstretched hand the Naval Lt operated the electronic door as the
three remaining girls climbed down to join the others. As they entered the last
girl in the British uniform glanced back into the truck to where five women sat
in green army issue long, formfitting thermal underwear and woollen calf length
black socks and matching gloves, all five sat breathing heavily through the
strips of tape over their mouths, the tight rope binding gloved hands behind
them and securing their arms at waist and shoulders to slender bodies,
restricting movement, ankles crossed and bound and calves and thighs secured
tightly. The real relief girls now stared mewing quietly at the four armed women
in the combat fatigues who sat with them.

Inside the five women in British uniform had now revealed themselves and
Phillipa was handgagged and found herself looking down the barrel of a 9mm
automatic pistol.

"You are now our captive" said the dark haired woman with just a hint of a South
American accent dressed in Capt Ralstons uniform clothes "behave and you and
your colleagues inside and in the truck won't get hurt understand?

Reluctantly Naval Lt Sheldon nodded her blonde bunned head in affirmation,
giving a muffled "umhuh" from behind the hand over her mouth.

"Now take us to the control room so as we get started on the next part of the
operation"



Penguins and Captives Part 2


Captain Louise Ralston had sat alongside Sgt Keira Warren in the supply truck as
it had made its way to there new station for the next few months. Louise was a
blonde Raf officer aged 31 and at 5"10 reasonbly tall, and very slim and
athletic, pretty without being stunning, with brown eyes a plain black band held
her hair in check. Kiera was a contrast, a year older with dark curly collar
length hair and 4" shorter then the Captain, grey eyes and quite plain. In the
back with the supplies was another Raf girl and their friend Kamilla Fletcher
and two Army girls, Cpl. Alison Reed of the Military Police and Nurse Marie Day
of the Medical Corp. Kamilla was tall with glasses and long brown hair that
seemed to curl natrually, even with the fashionable specs she was pretty, Marie
was a lovely little blonde and the youngest of the squad, whilst Alison was
quite a sight, a stunning, redhead, who like her fellow Army comrade nurse, had
pinned her hair into a bun. All five girls had been wearing their warm issue
clothing over their o/g fatigue trousers along with o/g issue jumpers over l/s
cotton o/g shirts and calf length black lace up combat boots in which their
gotex bootliners contained wool socked feet.

Now all five sat in the back of the truck, sore
and stiff from the tight ropes that held them securely, mouths dry from where
the wading stuffed in their oral cavities had soaked up any moisture, the sticky
tape over thei lips gripping smooth cheeks and preventing expulsion. The truck
had hit an obstacle in the road 40 minutes earlier and on exiting the stopped
truck to check, Louise had Kiera had been jumped by the squad of female enemy
commando's hiding nearby, who had quickly silenced the two British girls.
Alison, who as the security in the party was armed called out "whats going on"
and rose to climb from the trucks rear, pulling back the canvas cover, she found
herself looking down the barrel of a semi-automatic rifle.

"Out all of you" ordered the amazonian blonde in camo fatigues. Kamilla and
Marie had soon jumped down and having taken Alisons belt, holster and weapon
they were marched into a sheltered rocky overhang where a makeshift shelter
stood with a large groundsheet. Louise and Kiera already stood hands on heads,
hands on heads, and strips of tape smoothed over their lips and cheeks bulging
with some kind of stuffing, in all a dozen armed and camo uniformed women
surrounded them.

"Nup yu tu" Louise mumbled from behind the gag. A dark haired woman about 40
spoke
" Ah ladeez i am Major Jaunita Mendez in charge here, now do as you are told and
thez will not be to unpleasant." As she spoke, Marie, Alison and Kamilla's
mouths were filled with rough cloth wadding and sealed with tape.

"And now if you pleez take off your warm clothes and uniforms down to your
underwear, VAMOS! Quickly and reluctantly the British Military girls undressed,
until only their tight green thermals and woollen gloves and black woollen calve
length socks remained. As was the standard with the military they were layered
up and as they folded their arms across some rather busty chest, were grateful
for the layer of their own pantyhose and underwear beneath their thermals,
although the 34D chest of Kiera and Alison were now displayed, along with
Marie's 36 and Kamilla's hourglass figure and 32ee breast and Louise's 34C bosom
all of which were pushed into prominence as their captors began the painful
process of tying the girls hands, legs and arms to their bodies, before being
dumped side by side in the rear of the truck with their guards before being
joined by Major Mendez and her group now dressed in the British Girls stolen
uniforms and continuing their journey.