Military Engagement Ch. 02

Chapter 4 : Bed Time For Sarah

The other girls dispersed quickly and I was left on my own. I went back to my room and it was only a few minutes later that Mylene turned up with a pile of khaki clothing.

"Here's your kit issue," she said. "You'll need to put on a night shirt and pack up everything else and I'll take it to the stores."

"OK," I said. "Thanks. Look can we talk now?"

Mylene looked around worried as if she was expecting Forbes to appear at any minute. "Well," she said as I started gathering up my own clothes and packing them away. "It's all right for a minute or too. Forbes will be off having his evening tipple. Look you must read the rules and learn them by heart. And make sure you're in bed for lights out; he'll be around to check. The main thing is you mustn't upset him."

"Oh, I can see that," I said, ruefully thinking of the beating he had just given me. "But I'm sure I'll find a way to get around him."

"Please don't try, it will only mean trouble for the rest of us."

"Is it as bad as all that?"

Mylene nodded. She turned around and pulled up her tee-shirt. Her back was criss-crossed with a series of wheals that looked every bit as bad as mine felt. They were a few days old. The bruises had developed into a delightful array of colours, blues, greens and purples. Suddenly she heard a sound in the corridor outside. Startled, she picked up the bag containing my belongings and darted out of the room.

I'd only just finished putting the kit away when the lights went out. There didn't seem much else to do, so I climbed into bed.

About ten minutes later, I was disturbed by a torch flashing as someone came into my room. "Don't worry, Miss," I head Forbes' voice say. "It's only me. I thought I should check that you were all right after your punishment."

"Oh, thank, you," I said. It seemed best to be polite. "Yes, it's all right if I lay on my side or my front."

"Well, I'd just like to make sure." I felt him pull back the blankets. He took the hem of my nightshirt and pulled it up to my waist. I could tell by the flash of the torch light that he was examining the cuts and bruises on my backside. Then he started stroking them, running his fingers along the lines of the wheals and then cupping my backside in his hands, evidently taking pleasure at the feel of the bruised flesh. "Yes," he said. "They seem all right. I hope you understand, Miss, that I only do this to maintain discipline." His hands started moving down from my buttocks towards the inside of my thighs. I bit my lip but, after the training and conditioning I'd received, I couldn't help starting to respond to his touching.

Sergeant Forbes was beginning to notice that his attentions were not entirely unnoticed when his attention was distracted. "Forbes! Forbes!" I heard the Colonel's voice calling.

Forbes leapt to his feet. "Sir!" he called. "I'll be there immediately." He turned back to me. "Right, settle down now, young lady," he said. "And sleep with your hands outside the blankets. We don't want any unpleasantness going on in the dormitories during the night do we?"

"No, sergeant," I said, thinking that the most unpleasant thing, so far, was him. He got up and left. I heard him going downstairs, calling out, "Coming, Sir!" and then, thinking that the best thing I could do was to get some rest, I fell asleep.

I don't know how long it was after that that I woke up again. Torches were flashing in the room and as I started to sit up one was shone right into my face.

"Shut her up," a woman's voice barked and a hand was clamped over my mouth. Others grasped my wrists and jerked them up to the rail of the bed. I felt something pulled around each of them tying them to the rail. As I struggled I caught glimpses of my assailants, three of the other girls, I assumed, all wearing their khaki tee-shirts and camouflage ski-masks. The hand came away from my mouth but before I could cry out something was pushed between my lips and a cloth was tied tightly around my mouth, making sure that I could not spit out whatever it was that was stifling my cries. More rope was added, spreading my legs by tying my ankles to each corner of the bed frame. "This is how we treat troublemakers. Giving Forbes ideas! 'Take her example for punishment parade' Last thing we need is him getting enthusiastic about things," a voice hissed and my attackers left, leaving me helpless.

I was still tied to the bed when Forbes came into my room the following morning, looking for me.

"Oh, good heavens!" he exclaimed. "I will not have this horseplay in the barracks after lights out." He untied my wrists. "Sort yourself out, Anderson and get downstairs in fatigues ready for breakfast."

He'd left me to free my ankles myself and to take off the gag. It was only as I pulled the wad of cloth from my mouth that I realised my attackers had gagged me with a stocking and my own uniform panties.

Determined not to give my attackers any more amusement, I got washed and dressed quickly; making sure my uniform tee-shirt and trousers were neat and tidy. I didn't want whoever it was that attacked me to have the satisfaction of seeing me look dishevelled after my ordeal.

When I got to the kitchen the rest of the girls were already sitting at the long wooden table. I thought I caught a glimpse of a smirk from Angie Connor and Lucy Banks, but I couldn't be sure.

"Did you sleep all right?" said the Chinese girl to my left, Tsai Linn from Hong Kong, I guessed.

I nodded. "Yes, fine," I said, helping myself to some cereal from the packets arrayed down the centre of the table.

"Oh, it's just that I heard some noise in the night and thought it might have woken you."

There was a muffled laugh from behind me where Angie and Lucy were sitting. Tsai Linn looked puzzled.

"No," I said as much to the others as to Tsai Linn. "It would take more than that to disturb me."

Forbes appeared in the kitchen and the chat around the table instantly stopped. He strode up and down the room behind us. "Right," he said. "Kit inspection at 11 Ack Emma. Banks, you'll assist Cadet Anderson. Make sure she gets things just right, won't you?"

"Oh, yes Sergeant Forbes," Lucy said with a grin. "I'll be only too pleased to give her a few pointers."

I had the feeling that this would mean more trouble if Lucy had been one of the girls that had attacked me but it was obvious that Forbes didn't want to enter into a debate over which girl would be best suited to helping me.

"Good," said Forbes. "Nice that you girls can all muck in together. Now one last thing before you all get off to your tasks. There was an unpleasant instance of bullying in the barracks last night. I will not put up with it. All you girls with the exception of Cadet Anderson will report for a physical education session in the gym immediately."

I saw the distressed looks of the other girls at once. Quite a few of them were looking daggers at me. Then Forbes turned his attention to me. "And you, Anderson, if you could put on your dress uniform, you need to report to the Colonel for this morning's activities. Then move all your kit down to this barrack room. I think it will be better if you are all in here together."

I went back to my room. I wasn't sure what Forbes meant by "dress uniform" but sorted through what there was in my cupboard. In the end I chose a white blouse with stiff red epaulettes, button down breast pockets and red tabs on the collar; a straight khaki skirt and a broad, black patent, leather belt. Tan stockings and a pair of high heeled, lace up shoes completed the outfit. I looked the part as far as I could tell.

I headed off to find the Colonel. On the way to his office I passed the gym. Inside, the others were being put through a punishing regime that combined physical jerks and beatings. Two of the girls were standing facing the wall, their hands flat on the tops of their heads, their shorts and pants around their ankles, their buttocks, raw from a thrashing. One other was bent across a vaulting horse as Forbes took aim with his cane. The others were jogging in a circle around the gym, their tee-shirts stained with the sweat of exertion from the exercise.

I hurried by, not wanting to be noticed by either the girls or Sergeant Forbes. I knocked on the door of the Colonel's office. "Come!" he called from within.

I walked in and stood waiting for the Colonel to look up from his desk. He didn't. "Yes?" he said irritably.

"It's me Sir," I said, "Sarah, err, sorry, Anderson, Sir. Sergeant Forbes said you wanted to see me."

"He did, did he?" I was worried that I had been sent on a fool's errand but then the Colonel seemed to reconsider, turned towards me and looked up. "Ah, good to see Forbes has got you into uniform anyway. Makes for smoother running around the house. Settling in with the other girls all right? I'm sure. Good, Good. Now, come over here."

I walked across to stand beside where he was sitting.

"Good," he said, now stand with your hands by your side, feet together, back straight. That's better. Chest out! Don't slouch! Better." I could tell by his smirk that he was appreciating the shape of my breasts under my shirt. He reached up with one hand to brush away an imaginary mark from my shirt pocket. It took longer than necessary, even if there had been anything there. I stood still, tolerating his attentions, trying to suppress the response of my sexualisation conditioning and knowing that to object would only earn me a beating from Forbes or worse. "You'll do, I suppose," he sniffed. "Now here's what I want doing. You can use Clegg's systems, I assume?"

"Yes, Sir," I said. I didn't think I needed to elaborate.

"Fine. In which case I want you to sort out half a dozen more girls for me from his - what does he call it? - oh, yes, the 'search and snatch' service. I'm looking for some young ladies that might benefit from taking down a peg or two. I'm tired of seeing how we seem to be pushed around by the French, the Germans, or even the Belgians for heaven sake. I feel the need to have some of our European friends experience their proper position in Europe – under British direction and rule. So, see what you can do. I'll want a short list of a dozen. I'll be asking Clegg's people to pick up six, I think. Just see what you can do, will you? The PC is in there," he gestured to a side room. "You might as well get on with it."

He didn't wait for me to say anything, but span his wheel chair around and headed out of the room.

I spent the next hour working on the list for the Colonel. I'd almost finished when I heard Forbes bellowing outside. "Dog Handling detail – Atten... shun!" I glanced through the window Lucy and Eva were standing stiffly at attention. Still wearing their PT kit they also sported red armbands with the words "Dog Section" emblazoned on them. They both looked petrified, staring at a wire compound on the far side of the garden with trepidation. "Right," shouted Forbes. "Detail to carry out feeding and exercise duties. At the double!"

Each of the girls picked up a metal dish that had already been piled high with food and a dog leash. Under Forbes's supervision the two of them trotted across the garden to the compound, unfastening the wire mesh gate and letting themselves inside before shutting the gate behind them. At once there was a snarling and barking from a kennel in the corner of the compound, as two large Alsatian dogs, evidently chained by their collars lurched forward, out of their kennel and towards the girls. Terrified they put the feeding bowls down not far from the compound gate. The girls were obviously both scared by the dogs and with good cause; the animals appeared to be barely restrained by their chains. "Get on with it!" called Forbes as Lucy went to fasten her leash to the first of the dogs. The Alsatian was trying to push past her and practically knocked her to the floor of the compound in its attempt to reach the food. Lucy wisely didn't try to stop it, allowing the dog to drag her half running across the compound. Eva had little more success in controlling her dog and soon both were feeding enthusiastically. Forbes ordered the girls to stand at attention while the dogs ate.

Satisfied with their food, the dogs were just about prepared to allow the girls to exercise them by walking them around their compound. From where I was watching it looked more like the dogs were exercising the girls than the other way around but eventually Forbes called a halt and told the girls to get the dogs back in their kennels. This brought forth more growls and barks but eventually the girls succeeded and left the compound in relief.

While this had been going on I'd carried on with my work but and then I realised that I had left myself almost no time in which to get ready for Forbes's kit inspection. I hurried off to what had been my room, gathered up all my kit and ran down to the barracks room to find that the other girls had almost finished laying out their kit.

Luckily I was able to copy what they had done, putting my clothes and other items neatly in order on the bed. I was especially worried because my bed was nearest the door and that meant, I guessed, that it would be my bed that would be inspected first of all.

I wanted to ask Lucy why Forbes had the dogs but she cut me off, saying she didn't have time to tell me about it because she had some important advice. I wasn't sure that I trusted her, but Forbes had asked her to help me, so I guessed that it wouldn't be smart of her to give me a wrong steer. She pointed out a couple of mistakes I'd made. I'd put my uniform shorts on the left of the bed with my spare bras and knickers below them when they should all have been on the right, and I hadn't folded my drill t-shirts properly. I quickly corrected things and then, as we heard the sounds of Forbes and the Colonel approaching, she hissed, "Don't forget when he calls you to attention you have to strip off your skirt and unbutton your blouse."

I barely had time to pull myself to attention as Forbes and the Colonel came in. I suppose I was a bit naïve, but I guess I'm always ready to help people and I tend to think the best of others too. And, of course, since the training that I was put through at Clegg's centre, I am only too willing to comply with anything that involves sexual activity. So, when Sergeant Forbes, called, "Cadet Anderson, atten – shun!" I clicked my heels together, straightened my back, stuck out my chest (to the noticeable approval of the Colonel), unzipped my skirt and unpopped the buttons of my blouse with a speed that meant that the Colonel had an excellent view of my breasts before my skirt had fallen around my ankles.

The Colonel looked delighted. Forbes looked furious; one eyebrow was twitching neurotically. Somewhere behind me there was a muffled guffaw as one or more of the other girls tried to stifle laughter.

"I see, Anderson," Forbes fumed. "Determined to draw attention to yourself are you?" I didn't get the chance to say anything. "Well you'll have some attention from me all right!" Without another word he grabbed me by the back of my neck, span me around and bent me over the end rail of the bed. He dragged down my pants. Moments later I felt the painful crack of his cane across my naked buttocks; once, twice, three, four times. The last blow landed low cutting into the top of my thighs and practically pushing me forward onto the bed. "We'll have inspection done in the usual manner here, Anderson," Forbes hissed as he pulled me up again.

"Yes Sergeant," I sobbed, the pain of the strokes, still throbbing in my backside. It was only as I straightened up that I saw the Colonel sat in his wheel chair, grinning greatly at the spectacle he had just witnessed and, from the movements of his hands beneath the blanket that was stretched across his lap, taking his usual pleasure as a result.

Chapter 5 : Working with Basher

I was upset at the way that the some of the girls were teasing me. After all, I hadn't done anything deliberately to make their lives more difficult. It looked like Lucy and Angie were out to make my life as difficult as possible. I didn't think there was much point in reacting, though. As far as I could see that would only cause more trouble.

Eva had explained about the dogs. Apparently they were left to roam in the grounds at night both to deter any potential intruders and to discourage any of the girls from thoughts of escape. The girls were all terrified of being on dog handling duties. The things were virtually wild and it was hard to avoid being bitten.

I hoped that I'd be able to get out of working with the dogs, I've never liked the things, but, in the mean time, I had some other work to do, sorting out the Colonel's recruitment problem.

I hated doing it, knowing that I was condemning the women to abduction, rape and torture. Forbes, however, took great delight in suggesting the various fates that might befall me if I wasn't cooperative and once the other girls found out what was going on they made it pretty plain that I'd better help get some others as a way of making life easier for them. So, reluctantly, I'd helped the Colonel to build up a short list.

It hadn't even taken that long. Clegg had just established a working relationship with one of the European organisations which meant that his on-line catalogue was now linked up their systems. I spent an afternoon going through the various sections of the site, matching up possible abductees with the Colonel's requirements. At least, I thought, if I got this finished I could get back to the office and away from the unpleasant attentions of Snell, Forbes and the others.

Unfortunately it wasn't to be. When I presented the Colonel with the short list he seemed quite happy but he wasn't in any hurry to send me back to Clegg and his organisation.

"No, no," he said when I suggested that I could be getting back. "No. You've done an excellent job so far and I'd like you to see it through. Keep an eye on progress. See how Clegg's boys and girls are getting on. You can be my liaison officer for this." With that he waved me away.

It was only a little later that I got myself into trouble with Angie and Lucy again. And I managed to upset Mylene too.

I was coming back from working on the Colonel's short list when I caught up with Tsai Linn in the corridor. At the far end Angie and Lucy were busily polishing the wood and brass work around the front door, going about it in just the strict way that Forbes prescribed. Mylene was helping as best she could with one arm in a sling. She was holding the tray containing the array of cleaning materials, each in their colour coded and numbered bottles. Angie and Lucy went about their task with almost mathematical precision. "They're really doing it by numbers, aren't they?" I whispered to Tsai Linn. "I'm surprised Forbes hasn't got them satisfying the Colonel's enthusiasm with some drill or other. Zip down, two three. Penis out two three. Hand on member and grip, two three. Hand down, two three. Hand up, two..." Tsai Linn's smiling face suddenly turned to a look of horror as she saw something behind me and at once I knew I was in trouble.

"What a very interesting idea, Cadet Anderson," I heard Forbes say.

I turned around. Forbes didn't look amused. In an attempt to bluff my way out of trouble, I said, "Oh, sorry, Sergeant, it's just that I know the Colonel likes everything just so. I really didn't mean to be..."

Forbes looked as though he didn't believe a word of what I was saying but neither was he in the least bit concerned. "Not at all. I intend to try it out. In fact, we will work on it this evening. Join us in the gym at twenty hundred hours." He stalked off down the corridor to talk to the three others.