The Institute Pt. 05 - Tits and Ass

Her orgasm touched off one in me. We crashed to the floor of the shower cuddling, Running a hand through my hair, Dr Throop cooed, "The fun in heterosexual intercourse is the risk. Take away the risk, women are just as good. Don't you agree?"

"Tits and ass are fine, so long as you're not on your period, bitch!" I splashed water at Dr Throop.

In the forward base, Jane paused before she ran her fingers into Elm. "Your period!" declared Jane, "My lucky day!" With one hand on Elm's shoulder for leverage, Jane penetrated Elm's rectum with a thumb and reached under Elm's perineum to insert index and middle fingers into the vagina, plucking a tampon out. Tossing it into a pail, with a grunted "yuck," Jane reinserted her thumb and fingers. With Jane's fingers massaging Elm's orifices, Elm's swaying rhythmically drew Jane in deeper.

On the sidelines, Mary observed, "Often, with co-operative subjects, intrusive inspection can spark an orgasm. The examiner, too, may find him/herself stimulated. Female arousal is subtle; males are more obvious. Men ejaculate. Guys assigned to the task should wear a condom -- for your protection. It's best to appear to remain unmoved, impassive, cool, and controlled, even if you spill some sap with your fingers up someone's ass. Cute enough for you? Any questions?"

"Do we give Elm her clothes back?" Logan asked.

Elm looked suspiciously at Mary when Mary deferred to me. "That's of course optional with the team leader. Sergeant Jenny, our policy?"

At the farmhouse out of town, the farmstead manager led Captain Tim and me on a tour of the holding cages in the basement of the farmhouse. "Seems secure," I rattled the cage doors.

"Detainees were collected down here after they were taken and initially processed at the forward location," the manager explained, "Lt Bernie and another security person were here watching the detainees. Everything seemed normal with naked detainees freezing their butts off behind the wire. Come down here one day. And this Brigit has her clothes back and is working outside the cage--`agreed to help with administrative duties,' I was told--Come back a few days later. The last detainees are brought in; the team is ready to pull out. Lt Bernie can't be found. Nor can they find Brigit. They're both gone."

At the forward operating center, with eyes on me, I give the order, "Leave the detainee naked. It makes a successful escape more difficult."

At my indorsement, Mary ordered Jane to take the prisoner into the next room to show her how we handle difficult subjects--you have ample experience with what we do. I believe Sergeant Jenny needs to speak with me." Raising her penciled -- in eyebrows, Mary reminded Jane to conduct another frisk.

Elm grunted in protest but raised her hands over her head on command and looked away as Jane felt along the curves and the recesses of Elm's body.

While the crew followed Jane and Elm into an adjacent room, Mary joined me in my cubbyhole. "Mary, we've never worked before, but my observations tell me that you're a natural leader. I hope we can work together."

"You're my Sergeant," Mary, meeting me eye to eye with an enigmatic half smile, correctly replied, "what you say is law. In the Institute we have the right to do what we're told."

I smiled. It was like playing chess. I now had Brigit. How would I keep Brigit on ice without tipping off Mary? I still needed to find Bernie and figure out who he ran off with. I surmised that Mary had protected her crew. So had others who elected shipment to auction. In the process, Brigit had been spirited into security and records altered. What was my next move?

Ordering Elm be brought before me, I chose my words carefully, "I've decided to give you a pivotal role in tonight's exercise, gathering intell. I'm hauling in coeds tonight and you're to remain as you are behind the wire like one of them just another set of tits and ass. Chat them up and find out as much as you can about other delinquent debtors in the area. I have two trailers to fill".

I'd find time to get Captain Tim's leave to file a report. I'd leave it to the Institute to decide what to do about Mary, repairing altered records and identifying the missing team member.

I sighed. I was reminded of the very last time I saw Dr Throop. I was guarding her. Her head was shorn, her hands were bound behind her after she had been caught by a change of shift frolicking with a nurse in front of detainees in-processed in a communal shower. Tear filled eyes appealed to me, "just as pair of tits and ass after all I did for you and your sister!"

All I could say in reply was, "I can make my views known to the Institute Director. You, I and everyone else have the right to live by whatever he decides."