Chapter 1

If the pigeon hadn’t set off the alarm Cinnamon Carter would have not gotten caught trying to break into the safe at the embassy. The guards rushed into the room soon after the alarm went off and caught her as she threw a camera down to her collaborators, Phelps and Rollin. The camera contained photographs of documents in the safe. She had been caught as a spy, dressed in the uniform of a female officer and, of course, her interrogation would soon follow.

“Take her to Colonel Josef Strom’s office,” ordered the Sargent responsible for her capture minutes after the alarm had gone off.

Cinnamon was a professional and knew she would soon be interrogated but she still felt the fear that comes from being in enemy hands and caught red handed as a spy. Her stomach churned with fear and wonder at how the interrogation would proceed. What would they do to her she wondered as the thoughts about interrogation procedures flitted through her imagination stirring the fear.

“I’m Colonel Strom,” said a man wearing a uniform, once they had escorted her into his office. Two other men were in the office, both in uniform, possibly a guard, and the other with a document in his hand.

“You’ve been caught as a spy and we’ll need to know who you worked for and orders,” said Colonel Strom tersely.

Then turning to the guard, “Corporal Moran we’ll need to have her searched, we’ll need a female guard in here, please get Edna Antonova, the woman Sargent from the office next door. She’s been well trained for this sort of thing and knows what to do,” the Colonel ordered. Moran left the room while the Colonel motioned for Cinnamon to be seated while he discussed the matter with the other man in the room.

“Once we get enough information we’ll need to act quickly on this matter,” said the Colonel to the other man as he looked at Cinnamon knowing what was in store for the woman and expecting she would soon cooperate. They had ways of breaking down a captured spy’s resolve to make her feel vulnerable and willing to talk.

She looked nervous but very attractive even in the uniform that would normally detract from a woman’s appearance. She wore a uniform skirt, stockings and the oxford type uniform shoes. Even in that uniform he saw how attractive, he would say even beautiful she appeared. Her hair was short but covering her ears and the back of her neck, almost to her shoulders and sort of a dark blond color. She was well groomed with lipstick and light make up on her attractive face. She would soon cave in to their demands.

Cinnamon heard the colonel call for a woman guard to search her with Moran leaving the room and she felt relieved that at least she might not be manhandled by the men, at least not yet. She really didn’t know how long the interrogation might take, what they might do after the search or for how long she might be in captivity. She expected to get taken to a cell at some point.

In a few minutes Corporal Moran returned with a tall blond woman in uniform following him into the office. Sargent Edna Antonova was an imposing woman, tall at six feet, wearing much the same uniform as Cinnamon had on but stern looking as she looked over at Cinnamon noting how pretty and vulnerable she looked. “This one’s going to be easy,” thought Antonova to herself. She had mostly searched men and she could cow them in a few minutes so she almost felt a bit sorry for the pretty flower she was about to search prior to her interrogation.

“Sargent Antonova,” said the Colonel addressing the woman, “we’ll need your services in searching her,” he added pointing to Cinnamon. “Have her undress and search every piece of clothing,” he continued.

Cinnamon’s eyes widened startled suddenly on hearing the Colonel’s order to “have her undress.” She hadn’t expected they would strip her of her clothing and certainly not in front of men. Antonova noticed her surprise about strip searching and took some glee in the woman’s embarrassed shock.

“Corporal Moran, I want you to stand by in here as security,” the colonel addressed the male guard who seemed a bit amused that the pretty female spy would have to undress while he got the unexpected pleasure of watching her clothes come off.

The pretty woman noticeably blushed and glanced quickly at Colonel Strom with a look of surprised shock and consternation on her face on hearing the Colonel’s words, almost a look of protest. But she knew that it was futile to protest or resist. If she failed to comply they would forcibly search her and it might be a lot more humiliating. She glanced at Corporal Moran with dismay that he had to be in the room watching and suspected that the Colonel wanted to embarrass her with all three men in the room while the female Sargent conducted her stripping and search.

Cinnamon looked at the large stern woman coming toward her and felt some apprehension. Antonov wasted no time in taking charge of Cinnamon’s strip search.

“Stand up,” she ordered sternly.

“Take off your tunic and blouse,” ordered the woman, “and kick off your shoes,” she added as the men looked on. Cinnamon felt her ears burning with embarrassment as she kicked off her shoes and unbuttoned the tunic. She wondered how far they would take this undressing, surely they would not ... they could not require her to take off everything ... not her underwear in the presence of the men. After all they did call in a woman for the task and maybe they had some consideration about a woman’s modesty.

Antonova took her tunic and hung it on a stand nearby, then reached for her shoes, took a quick cursory look at them and turned again to Cinnamon, “come on unbutton the blouse,” she ordered. Cinnamon tried not to look at the men as she undressed but she knew they were watching and taking some pleasure in her undressing.

As she finished unbuttoning her blouse Edna Antonova assisted in taking it off, grasping the blouse at the collar and removing it then she put it over her arm leaving Cinnamon in a white brassiere. Then the woman guard reached for Cinnamon’s skirt, the button on the side, unbuttoning the skirt and pulling down the zipper making Cinnamon feel like she was taking more control over her undressing. “Take off your skirt,” she ordered again tersely as Cinnamon complied pushing the skirt down her legs. Edna bent to take the skirt as it came off.

Corporal Moran smiled a bit with amused pleasure at the woman’s embarrassment as she removed her clothes on the female Sargent’s orders. He wondered if she might be left nude soon or if they might allow her some modesty to keep her underwear. He hoped Edna Antonova might strip her completely. Her face was blushing red as he couldn’t fail to notice against her smooth white skin. She was obviously humiliated and embarrassed at taking off her clothes in front of him and the other men.

Cinnamon glanced at Moran quickly then at the other two men in the room, Colonel Strom and a Dr. Kurtz. Moran was openly enjoying her predicament, ogling her as her skirt came off and the other two were discussing her theft of documents but were both openly looking at her also.

Colonel Strom almost never took his eyes off Cinnamon as she was left in a sheer white half-slip once the skirt was taken by Antonova. He could see her white panty through the slip and he admired her slim womanly figure as she stood in just her half-slip and brassiere. Her face was quite red and she seemed a bit awkward as her embarrassment made her obviously nervous.

She felt mortified undressing on Antonova’s orders in front of the men clearly ogling her now that her outer clothes had been taken away by the female guard. She felt the red flushing of her face in front of the men but she knew she had to comply with the female guard’s order or probably face something more drastic.

After all she had been caught brazenly rifling through the embassy safe in her fake uniform. She was a spy now in captivity and they were deliberately softening her up, making her feel vulnerable and weak by stripping her clothes off while the men watched. She really couldn’t resist or do anything about this stripping of her clothes except refuse to answer their questions regarding her mission.

She was in her sheer half-slip and just a brassiere in the room and ... well ... how much more to go before they stopped. She complied with Edna orders to take off her clothes but hoped it would stop soon and let her keep some modesty, some covering. She was already humiliated in just this much underwear and there were not many more clothes left.

Edna, the female guard, had her blouse and skirt over her arm then she pointed and Cinnamon heard her order “take off the slip” as she pointed to the garment to come off. With a feeling of dismay and nervous hands Cinnamon grasped at the waistband of the half-slip and tugged it away from her waist and off her hips then down her legs as the female guard grabbed the slip once she stepped out of the thin garment.

“Now the pantyhose, take it off,” ordered the female guard. Edna Antonova must know what Cinnamon was going through as she ordered the hapless woman to undress in front of the men standing nearby watching. But the woman guard acted efficiently and very matter of fact as if peeling the bed clothes off a bed instead of a live, embarrassed woman as the three men watched her clothes coming off.

Cinnamon’s mouth opened in utter shock when told by the woman to take off her pantyhose. The men were all now ogling her noticing her panty clearly through the sheer tan of the hose. But as ordered by the intimidating female guard, Cinnamon, clearly with some fear on her face in addition to the crimson red of her embarrassing flush reached for the waistband of the pantyhose and started to remove the sheer garment. Her nervous, self-conscious feeling that all eyes were looking at her seemed evident in her awkward movements as she nervously tugged the pantyhose off her hips now revealing her white panty then lowered the hose down her legs.

Once she took off her pantyhose the only garments left were the barest underwear, her brassiere and her thin white panty. She gulped and felt herself feeling dizzy with anxiety realizing that her modesty could be completely violated if the female guard ordered her to continue undressing after removing her pantyhose. She felt as if in a dream like state with nervous anxiety as everyone looked at her, she tottered and swayed a bit as she pushed the panty hose down her legs and off her bare feet one at a time.

Her anxiety didn’t go unnoticed by the men in the room who could see her reaction, the shock on her face with her mouth suddenly open and her eyes wide with apprehension. Colonel Strom looked her over as she fiddled nervously with the waistband of her pantyhose. She was slim with white fleshy, smooth skin, a flat tummy and shapely legs. Her full white breasts jiggled slightly in her brassiere as she moved nervously. She couldn’t bring herself to look at the men staring as she took off the pantyhose leaving her in just her white panty and brassiere.

Corporal Moran was intently staring at the almost nude woman, a sort of lascivious grin on his face as he enjoyed not only the pretty woman’s embarrassing predicament but her shapely body, her bare feminine small feet on the cold floor with the pantyhose now gone. She was quite an attractive beauty about 30 years old in Moran’s estimation and she was clearly feeling some deep humiliation, her blushing face downcast bashfully as Edna took the pantyhose.

Colonel Strom eyed the young woman carefully, non-chalantly chatting in a quiet tone with Dr. Kurtz who was also ogling Cinnamon, now almost nude. The men all ogled the hapless woman and she could feel their eyes on her. She was afraid of looking up at them but got the nerve to quickly glance up once and confirmed that they were indeed staring intently as she stood in the last of her underwear.

Her small thin panty covered but did not quite conceal her round, prominent vulva. Her flat tummy with her panty waistband below her navel still revealed the swell of her sex mound covered by the thin satin panty as Corporal Moran’s staring eyes noted.

Edna, the female guard, seemed to tower over her especially now in her nearly undressed state without shoes and feeling so vulnerable. After taking the pantyhose, the female guard looked over the clothing, searching the garments as if they might contain something. Then she walked over to the table to deposit the panty hose, blouse and skirt with Cinnamon’s other discarded clothes on the large table nearby.

Cinnamon breathed deeply and sighed as Edna stepped over to the table instead of standing over her and ordering her to keep undressing. Finally, she thought, this is what they called a “search” to have her clothes removed and searched instead of searching the items on her body. And it seemed that she would get to keep the last of her underwear on, her brassiere and panty. It was all she had left and she dreaded the last of her underwear coming off that would leave her completely nude.

Finally it looked like her little remaining modesty would not get violated. After all Cinnamon thought they could see that her thin underwear could not possibly hold any weapon or contraband of any kind. It just made sense that they would let her keep the underwear she hoped.

Corporal Moran felt some dismay as Edna Antonova went over to the table after making the pretty woman disrobe all of her outer clothing. It looked like the female guard was finished stripping the woman and was leaving her some modesty by letting her keep her brassiere and panty.

The female guard fingered the clothes, the pantyhose, blouse and skirt just before placing them on the table then she stepped back to Cinnamon now shaking in the cold air with no clothes and all the embarrassment and anxiety of taking everything off down to her final undergarments.

Then she stepped away from the table and back to Cinnamon.

“Get the brassiere off, take it off,” she ordered sternly.

“B ... but... , “ Cinnamon started to protest realizing it wasn’t over. The tall female guard sternly ordered “don’t argue with me” and grabbing Cinnamon by the shoulder, the guard turned her around, making her stumble a bit, and started unhooking her brassiere without waiting for Cinnamon to take it off.

Cinnamon felt her shoulders slump in her embarrassed chagrin as the guard fiddled with the hook at her back to get her brassiere off. As a spy, under arrest, she knew better than to fight or resist but her embarrassment and anxiety was palpable just the same. She felt the brassiere hook unsnap as the female guard roughly unhooked the garment then started removing it from her shoulders and turning her back around again to take if off completely.

As Antonova removed the bra completely, Cinnamon’s hand came up instinctively to cover her breasts but the guard slapped her hands away sternly ordering that “we must be able to see you completely, keep your hands down.” She felt her breasts sway as her body shook with nervous fear and the stress of realizing that her undressing would continue while the men watched everything come off including the last of her underwear it seemed.

Only her panty remained now and she prayed with waning hope that she might keep her panty, the last of her underwear. She might soon be completely nude, the only nude person in the room as the three men looked at her and the female guard uncaringly took away all of her clothes including maybe her panty that was yet to come off.

Corporal Moran grinned again realizing, to his delight and glee, it wasn’t over and the female spy would be completely stripped, completely nude in a moment. He anticipated the pretty woman’s panty coming off revealing her genitals, the hair of her pubis mound and the feminine slit of her sex. Colonel Strom continued his look of calm examination as Cinnamon’s brassiere came off and her breasts were exposed. Her full breasts quivered and swayed as the female guard jostled the woman and the pale pink nipples on her white breasts were, he noticed, large and round, blending into the smooth white of her breasts with the pale pink, almost white of her nipples.

Cinnamon froze as the brassiere came off and her hands were so rudely slapped away to prevent her from covering her nude bosom. She froze feeling a bit stiff and awkward with anxiety knowing that all the men were watching her humiliation, the exposure of her naked breasts and the removal of her final underwear in a moment to show all of her womanly attributes. She expected an order from Edna to take off her panty in a moment and she would have nothing else on to cover her genitals about to be exposed to the ogling men in the room.

The tall female guard put the brassiere over her arm as she had done before and then, once again in her stern manner, said “let’s take off your panty, let’s get the panty off, right now” as she herself, without waiting for Cinnamon to finish undressing, grasped the panty waistband and started yanking them down, off her hips and down her legs. Cinnamon gasped aloud as she felt the female guard’s fingers tugging the elastic waistband pulling her panty away and off her hips then down her legs.

“Step out of the panty,” ordered Edna as Cinnamon complied and lifted one foot then the other for her panty to get removed. Once again, instinctively Cinnamon’s arms and hands rose to cover herself from the ogling eyes of the men in the room but the harsh voice of Edna immediately responded “I said no, do not cover yourself, we must be able to see you completely,” as she slapped her arms away. It was difficult to keep her arms from rising to cover her nudity as they seemed to rise up on their own instinctively to cover her but she feared the tall, imposing female guard and forced her arms to remain at her side.

All three men ogled the nude woman. Her face was downcast and she closed her eyes to keep from looking around at the men ogling her nude body. Corporal Moran’s mouth opened, still grinning as he looked at her sex mound. Her pubic hair was sparse and the on looking men could easily see her feminine slit and prominent sex mound that was now exposed. He licked his lips, his saliva indicating a sexual hunger for the nude woman.