Sims Shorts E1/ The Area 54 Object

[themann56]

Aboard a highly guarded US military transport train somewhere in southwest NM on its way to an equally secure destination…

“Maggie, what the fuck are we transporting that requires this much security?” questioned Cpl Cindy Markham of the Fort Lewis provost marshal detachment.

Margaret Wilson replied, “Now you know we’re supposed to report anyone asking questions about this cargo, right?”

“You twit, they didn’t mean security. They know we are going to talk amongst ourselves. They meant outsiders, Jesus” explained a visibly exasperated Cindy Markham.

“All I know is for this detail they meant EVERYBODY, dearie.”

“Well, something is up because I heard they deployed Delta Force in the train ahead of us and the Rangers in the train behind with Seals teams in the Blackhawks over us. And why are all these scientists on this train?”

God damnit Cindy, now you’ve given me the Willie’s. Let’s do another quick weapons check.”

It was too bad that this detail planners had focused on security surrounding the train in lieu of inward and then outward security. Heads would roll later.

Inside the serving car…

Olga Karpov, a Russian KGB special agent ordered “Hurry up and get these capitalist sows stripped and get into their uniforms. Their feeble security is scheduled to make their rounds shortly.”

“And they’ll get the same treatment” boasted Marina Volstov in Russian. Olga quickly chided “Speak English! And tie them up with some apron strings. Gag their asses with the linen napkins.” About twenty minutes later, four army specialists lay cramped into stainless steel cabinets clad only in their olive-green bra and matching panties. Their wrists were tied with ripped apron strings as Olga had commanded and so were their ankles. A third string anchored their wrists and ankles together. Their secure bondage was completed with thick linen napkins wrapped around their mewling mouths. Another KGB agent said to another “American bitches are soooo pathetic. How did we lose the Cold War, Katrina?” Katrina just gave her a shrug and struggled to button her pilfered blouse as the owner 34B, and she was a goodly 36C.

“See I told you those tits would get you in trouble one day.” Teased her friend.

“Damnit to hell! Lemme use your flat chested woman’s bra” put forth Katrina.”

“I’m not giving you, my bra. Use the owners.

“That’s too much trouble and it’ll take too long to untie her and tie her ass back up. Plus they’re probably all awake now. She’ll put up a better fight this time.”

“In the time you took to tell me all that shit, you could have gotten her bra and retied her by now.”

“Fuck that shit, I said give me your bra cunt!”

“Do we have a problem back here ladies?!” Olga growled.

Both KGB operatives mumbled no.

Olga said "And Katrina, you're supposed to be a Specialist First Class, button your shirt all the way up. You're not a barmaid."

Katrina proceeded to struggle with the top two buttons of her stolen uniform and just glared at her comrade who smirked at her.

Inside another rail car...

Physicist Karl Jung eyed one of the scientists purportedly from Oslo who was part of the joint committee formed to delve into the object which was winding its way through the NM desert.

The awkward scientist opened "This New Mexican heat is really something' huh?"

The beautiful Norwegian scientist who was looking out the picture window turned to him and replied "This car is air-conditioned, no?"

Her reply caused the physicist to be taken aback and he started to mumble about climate change and global warming which caused her to give him a cheeky smile. Astrid Dahl was definitely a looker but her colleague Anna Andersen held a larger court at present mainly due to her being blonde and having a 38DD rack and standing just under 5'8" with long meaty gams. Unlike Astrid, she seemed to enjoy the attention and was all giggles and smiles. As Astrid looked over, she thought to herself "slut" and proceeded to divert her gaze to the barren scenery.

Earlier inside a supply car in a storeroom...

The male scientists would have been surprised by what the fake Anna Andersen had done to the actual Anna Andersen. She and her fellow KGB agent Marta Shol had managed to waylay Anna and Astrid and wrestle them onto the supply car masterfully. Aided by the loud train noise, their hand-gagging of the scientists was sufficient. But once they were herded to where they wanted, any niceties were not afforded. Being scientists, they quickly learned that raised voices or questions were met with hard backhands very quickly.

"Clothes and ID lanyards off, now!" growled Marta. Both scientists wanted to ask why but quickly put the idea on the backburner and just started to unzip their sheer sundresses. Anna wore a beige half-slip with matching demi cup bra and hipster panties. Astrid had chosen white boy cut panties and to go braless. She had opted to wear a full white slip, thinking that the bra under the slip would be too much clothing in the desert heat. Marta then reached into her satchel and produced zip ties to bind the women. The scientists were ordered to lie back-to-back and had their wrists and ankles tied to one another. They were finished off with several wounds of duct tape over their mouths. Before departing, KGB agent Ilana Kasparov (fake Anna Andersen) gave her victim a hard kick to her mid-section. Anna winced in obvious pain and mewled loudly over her thick gag.

"What was that for?" asked Marta.

Ilana replied "Bitched shoes barely fit. Big boobs small feet."

"Ok um okay. I'm sure she'll start buying a larger size from now on. If you are finished what the Guantanamo Bay shit let's go."

Soon thereafter, one of the escort Blackhawks, radioed back to base that there was a bad fuel mix and it had to put down. Right after that, the second helicopter radioed in the same problem and needed to put down immediately.

Back at Fort Lewis in the women's locker room...

Pfc Lucie Martin was mopping the floor but had Bose earbuds in her ear and was listening to hard rock at a high level. As she approached a row of lockers, she was impervious to the mewling and thumping coming from several lockers. What barely caught her eye, the fast pulsation of locker door that she neared. Then she saw the same thing occur two lockers over. She pulled out her buds and now she could clearly hear the cacophony of mewling and locker thumping. She opened the first locker and was aghast to find a nude 25-year-old ebony skinned Claudia Humphries in a frontal tie balled up inside. Her position was more secured by the assailant adding lengths of rope around her upper arms and at her knees. The only worse humiliation was that her assailant's panties had stuffed into Claudia's mouth and gagged with a shredded towel. Essentially Claudia's other pilots got the same treatment. Their army green underwear were needed to complete the uniform theft.

"What the fuck! Is this some type of hazing routine?" Lucie asked after she untied the gag on Claudia.
As soon as Claudia could spit out the foreign agent's sweaty panties from her mouth, she yelled out "A group of four women swooped in and overpowered us and forced us to strip and give them our flight suits and even our underwear. They tied us up and put us in these lockers. I'll release the others go and call a Code Silver now!"

Back on the covert transport train someone had switched the railhead, the train carrying the Delta Force platoon continued west and the covert train now headed north with the Ranger train following now accelerating to catch up as they knew an unexpected deviation. From the covert train two cars were released to slow the Ranger platoon train. The train pushed the two cars along for a 1/4 mile when several explosions blew their wheels causing their derailment thereby halting the Ranger train cold.

"Okay ladies let's take care of the remaining provost marshal bitches, we've jammed their long and short ranged coms. They're completely in the dark.

Cindy Markham and Margaret Wilson were in the last car and Cindy extolled "I'm telling you Maggie that we are missing two cars and the Ranger chase train is out of sight."

"Well, I don't know about cars missing but the escort helos are nowhere to be seen and there is nothing but static on the coms. We better go find the sarge and the rest of the squad." answered Margaret.

The two were about to enter a car toward the front of the train when Cindy stopped and peered to the glass on the sliding door. "Hey, Maggie, I don't recognize any of them in our uniforms. We haven't stopped for anything, where did they come from?"

"Did we get all of them?" Olga Karpov asked Marina Volstov.

"Yes Olga, all eight plus their sergeant." was her reply.

Olga screamed "American squads have 12 members you idiots, go and find those other two and get their uniforms and put them with their capitalist pig friends!"

"Cindy they are coming back this way let's move." implored Magaret.

"Maggie, this is the last car, where to now?"

"Well Cindy, I hope you can climb in those heels and skirt cuz it's up to the roof. Just don't fall off."

"You have got to be kidding me, who are you Jane Bond all of a sudden?" asked Cindy worriedly.

You want to get into a firefight with all of them with 9-2 odds, really?" quizzed Margaret.

"Okay but you first Jane." ribbed Cindy.

The two intrepid MPs crawled along the speeding train headed to God knows where taking time to peep into each car's window to get intel and their bearings. One car had more of a shaded light panel. Margaret and Cindy leaned over together a looked inside and saw something that unnerved them. They espied their cohorts all stripped naked lying in classic rope hogties, blind folded and gagged with duct tape writhing and mewling.

"Shit that could have been us Cin," Margaret anxiously said.

"Yeah, and it still can. Let's get to the engine" Cindy exhorted. And did you know Candace's titties were that big? She must wear those bras two sizes too small or something."

"Hmmm and I knew Charlotte wasn't a real blonde" added a whimsical Margaret.

At the train engine cab, the two MPs could see the two engineers had been knocked out and the train was being run by two female infiltrators. At the door the two MPs, facing toward the back of the train knocked on the door for entry and upon gaining entry were quick to get the drop on the two KGB agents, handcuff them and take their com links.

"You know how to run a train, right?" asked a non-serious Margaret.

"You fascist pigs are dead!" growled one of the agents.

"If I hear just one more word out of either of you two, both of your asses are getting tossed out of this train, you get me bitch?" said a now serious Margaret.

The two agents could only glare at the MPs. "Maybe we should just start turning shit off?" opined Cindy.

"Hah" was a response form one of the agents. "Nastasha here says no, should we believe her ass?" offered Margaret.

"Let's find out where they are doing their jamming then," said Cindy. Our two new friends can stay here and watch the controls for us, right hon?"

This elicited even meaner scowls from the two agents.

When the two determined MPs had gotten to the first car Marget stopped and exclaimed. "How could I be so stupid? Their jamming would be out of the way where no one would come across it. It has got to be in in the engine cab duh."

"Are you sure?"

"Has to be."

No sooner had they turned to return to the engine cab, they came face to face with the two KGB agents now loose and menacing. Magaret and Cindy pulled their weapons in unison, but they were just as quickly kicked out of their hands.

"All right, you American cunts get ready for your ass kicking and to be stripped naked like your other pitiful comrades. Or you two can save yourselves and just strip now."

The other agent cut in, "No these are train tossers. We will teach them some respect first, especially this smug bitch."

But what the overconfident agents didn't know was that both Cindy and Margaret's first posting for a full tour was in South Korea at the DMZ. They were well versed in Tae kwon do at high levels. After a short and very intense fight our MPs had prevailed.

"Maggie bring the uniform thief over here, this one has LaQuina"s uniform, I think she'll want it back."

"This one has Shonnie's, you think they'll want their undies back too?"

"Would you?"

"You have a point there. But I'm taking them anyway, it's the principle of the thing. Let's get back to the cab."

"Ah there it is, but once it's off all hell will break loose. This is gonna be our Alamo. Four Berrettas, several full clips. Okay do it call it and tell them to radio fix on our position. Good thing is only one way in."

"Yeah, but only one way out too. Let's do this."

The KGB agents knew at once when the emergency call went out and what must have happened especially when they came across their badly beaten naked comrades lying in the 69 position in the aisle. When they tried to egress into the cab, is when the firefight started. Trying to traverse the walkway would be like entering a kill.

"Cindy, keep an eye on the windows in case they are ballsy enough to try that entry" warned Margaret.

Just when it started to look like a comeback for the home team, a Chinook helicopter appeared over one of the cars, the third one back.

"They've come the payload, damnit!" yelled Cindy.

"They're gonna blow the connections like they did before. It's back to the roof girl are you up to that? Or have we done enough' asked Magaret hopefully."

"After you."

"Cindy, we have to disable the chopper, everything depends on that, if the pilots see us they will think we are a part of their team. We need to put everything we have into their rotors."

The MPs did just that, before the couplings could be blown. But the design of the Chinook precluded it from being taken down by small arms fire. Soon with their ammo spent, the MPs were now in a precarious situation. Captured from the car's roof the two MPs were taken before Olga who sternly admonished the two MPs.

"You have done nothing, everything is going to plan. The only question is what to do with you two meddlers. Ivana and Medra want to shoot you two in the head right now. Margaret and Cindy looked over and saw the re-dressed impostors in military MP uniforms, giving them the mafia death stare.

"Oh no, but we are good friends of theirs' we met earlier. How's you jaw bitch?" Margaret said defiantly.

Olga countered, "Comrades I think we have a, how do you say it? A comedian, well that will be her last joke. They will be seated on the couplings when we blow them. Bring them along."

Magaret was handcuffed to one side of the rail by a still irate Medra and Cindy was likewise on the other side by Ivana, Both Ivana and Medra had unbuttoned shirts, left open in their haste.

"Excuse me ma'am, but I think you and your partner have missed a button" chided Margaret. This was met with a knee to her abdomen which buckled her to her knees.

"Why don't your heifers take these cuffs off and try that shit again?!" roared Cindy.

"Well, my American comrades, playtime is over, and this is the last we shall see of each other, do svidaniya."

[themann56]

Sims Shorts E1 Epilogue...

"Another fine mess you've gotten us into dear and what are you doing over there anyway? asked a puzzled Cindy.

"Well, if you didn't sport that dyke hairdo and had long luxuriant tresses like moi, you'd have one of these."

"A fucking hairpin! Are you shitting me!?"

"I shit you not, in fact how do you think those Russian hos got out of them cuffs so fast. Those dumbasses didn't even think to check us."

"Oh no, I'm not getting on top of that roof again, no way.

"Well, there's about to be an explosion here and those Russian skanks are that way so..."

"Okay, okay let's climb."

"Wait for me one sec before you go up." Having said that Margaret dashed into the engineer's cab and returned with a small satchel."

"Cindy, it's starting to get dark, and they have most likely re-jammed our coms." Just then, the cars couplings were blown and the train slowly lost its speed. The chinook re-appeared over the ever-slowing car and lowered its winch and cables.

"Margaret, we have got to tag this car somehow and fast."

"Would this flare gun and track flares help the situation any?"

"Okay you shoot the flare after I duct tape these flares to the roof. And that is exactly what they did to the consternation of the KGB agent. The Chinook's crew held their fire as not to damage the payload inside, but their actions brought out and incensed Olga.

"You two again! Say your goodbyes to each other now cunts!"

"Well fearless leader your mission was well thought out and planned to the last detail but you guys forgot one small thing" cooed Margaret.

"Oh, and what might that be? retorted a smug Olga as she checked the chamber of her pilfered Berretta.

"The speed of an Apache helicopter is 190 miles per hour." Then a missile ripped the Chinook causing everyone to hit the roof. An entire squadron of Apaches now surrounded the remaining train cars.

"I think this is where you bitches surrender, oh and our team will be needing their uniforms back but you guys can keep the bra and panties, a gift from Uncle Sam."