Chapter 3

Over dinner in the mess, they talked at length of how to go with Flt Lt Miles. Once they had the act together they went back to work.

Flt Lt Sue Miles paced in the interrogation room she'd been there all day.

Her mind was racing she couldn't see a way out of her predicament. Was she the only one under suspicion, who else would they have picked up?

It was half seven in the evening when the door opened and Sgt's Dave Bishop and John Peters came in. Followed by their token chaperone Cpl. Jane Wright who took up position to the left of the door. They placed a heavy briefcase on the desk and John dragged over a plastic chair and sat down. Dave remained standing. She stood on the other side of the desk looking deliciously smart in her Officers No 1 Uniform, her hat was on the desk. They both looked her over she was very conscious of they're attention. She was truly a gorgeous woman. Tall, Powerful looking, large breast's, wide hips. She filled her grey/blue uniform to the brim it fitted like a glove (as it should it had been tailored only weeks before). Her collar was undone, her black tie loosened. Her uniform jacket presented her large breasts beautifully extenuating the curves of her amazonian femininity. The brass buttons holding it closed over Her 38DD tits. Her thick skirt taut over her wide hips and strong legs, which looked wonderful in the black sheer stockings they had chosen for her that morning. Her court shoes gleamed. Their thoughts went back to her humiliation as she dressed before them that morning and her awareness of her intense sexuality.

"Sit down Ma'm, we have some questions for you."

"I need the bathroom Sergeant ".

"Not now later Ma'm"

She sat down showing no sign of stress as she faced them. Her black hair framing her beautiful face, her body relaxed, she put her still cuffed hands on her lap before her.

"We have received a complaint levelled at yourself, concerning homosexual behaviour contrary to Queens regulations, are you aware of the seriousness of these allegations". She swallowed slowly maintaining her composure "I'm surprised, and yes I am aware". Dave grinned "Of your homosexuality or the seriousness" She stared at him blankly "Of the seriousness Sergeant."

"Do you know who would make such an allegation against you Ma'm?" John asked.

"An aggrieved subordinate perhaps?" she smiled.

"More like a spurned lover". Dave goaded.

She ignored his remark. "May I go to the bathroom now?" John glanced at Dave's darkening face and thought 'god that'll cost you',

"No not Yet! Ma'm". he said.

They questioned her at length about her private life, she gave careful guarded answers. After about an hour the started talking about her sporting interests and then about her role with the Tri-service Netball squad. They could feel her mood had changed. She was increasingly careful of her words.

They loved this playing cat and mouse with the stuck up bitch, not letting her know what they knew. Letting her talk her way into a corner.

She had no boyfriend because of the pressure of work.

"You go out drinking with the girls in the Netball squad though?"

"I'm expected to I'm they're OC" She countered.

"Are you expected to sleep with them too?" Dave asked.

She faltered going crimson. "No I'm not"

"But you do?" asked John bluntly.

She stared at him swallowing "No I don't"

John Smiled "But a letter at your flat refers to when you were in bed with someone. was that one of the team members?"

"No" she looked uncomfortable now.

"Who then?" said Dave quickly.

She fell silent.

"One of the letters says that you made someone feel special"

"Mearly sporting encouragement" she smiled confident.

"Perhaps you supplied the service woman with drugs to get that effect?"

She laughed "Oh come on Sergeant, you can't be serious?" the looks on their faces said that they did. She swallowed nervously.

"Oh we are, we are" John smiled.

Dave produced a specimen bottle from his pocket and placed it on the table.

"If you could supply a sample, we can have it tested, and that avenue of investigation at least can be forgotten."

"Not here surely, it's intolerable" She looked to the WRAC Cpl. for support. She stood by the door silently staring ahead.

"You are chaperoned, regulations demand that an investigating officer visually supervises the sample production. I don't see a problem, do you?"

He leered.

"You're doing this on purpose, you perverts!" her face was burning red.

Dave grinned " You are of course able to enter a written complaint if you are unhappy with the way you have been treated."

"How does that help me now?!" she blurted.

"oh it doesn't. Failure to produce a sample will be administered as an admission of guilt at your trial." Got you bitch he thought.

Dave went under the desk and pulled out a bucket he placed it on the floor to the side of the desk. "Here we are" she stared at him filled with anger.

John pushed the paperwork across the desk.

"It's all in order, you just sign at the bottom, we sign as witnesses. when

your ready Ma'm."

She stood up and walked to the bucket. She was so embarrassed. She couldn't

believe the Bastards were going to make her do this.

The two of them came close enjoying her unease.

"I can't do this with my hands in these" she motioned with her cuffed wrists.

Dave smirked "well you have to Ma'm would you like help with your skirt?".

She couldn't look at him "What choice have I got then?".

Dave and John pulled her over the bucket and drew her skirt up her parted legs. Her legs were gorgeous in the sheer black stockings she had on. Her white thighs contrasting beautifully with them. Her naked thighs were goosebumped either with cold or excitement.

They both knelt down admiring the sight. Her face was crimson tears welled in her eyes.

She crouched really uncomfortable both physically and emotionally. The men's hungry faces made her shudder.

"Are you going to piss through your pants? or would you like me to pull them out of the way?" Dave grinned at her discomfort.

She lost her voice she nodded and swallowed. trying to think of something else.

Dave ran his hand up her thigh and to the hem of her panties. He pulled them to one side. Her pussy was framed in trimmed black hair her vulva slightly swollen and parted. Both men grinned at her she shut her eyes.

"Whenever your ready Ma'm". john said.

She tried but couldn't even though she was desperate to go.

"Just think of a waterfall" Dave sniggered.

her eyes flashed angrily at him. she constricted her muscles and a thin stream of piss spluttered out. the first drops ran down her inner thigh and were absorbed by her stocking tops. The rest strummed into the bucket. John pushed the bottle into the flow as it began to pour out. once full he capped it.

Dave let go of her panties they snapped back over her twat immediately becoming soaked. "OOPS!" he joked.

"Nooo!" she tried to stop but couldn't. The rest of her piss fell through the cotton of her pants into the bucket. Eventually she stopped. her pants and thighs were slick with her piss.

"You bastards" she croaked mortified.

They let her skirt drop and stood up. She stayed crouched over the bucket.

"You bastards! I need to clean up where can I go?"

Dave chuckled "Hey now it's not our fault if you piss yourself, is it now?"

they both laughed. Flt Lt Miles glanced at the WRAC on the door she looked appalled then looked away.

"Sit down Ma'm, we have lots more to ask you"

"You can't leave me like this!" she gasped.

"Sit down or we'll make you sit. SIT DOWN!" Dave shouted.

She jumped and after glaring at them for moments went over and gingerly sat down. Her piss soaked pants squelched as she sat. Her skirt started to soak up the wetness.

John thrust the pen at her and motioned her to sign.

She grabbed the pen and began to sign then she read the first line.

'I Flt Lt Susan Miles have been engaged in lesbian activity throughout my service... ' She dropped the pen they grinned at her.

"You really are arseholes aren't you"

John smiled "Oh yes, it's what we're paid to do"

She sat back appalled at their attitude.

The questions started again.

It was Two in the morning that eventually she let slip by inadvertently referring to Joan Smith as 'Sexy' and damned herself. She was almost in tears they welled up but she kept control.

They excused the Cpl. WRAC.

John and Dave stood over her now as she struggled to maintain her composure.

"I feel I must inform you that we arrested Sgt Joan Smith earlier in the evening(He lied) and a Private Sarah Todd". She looked crestfallen.

"Is Joan all right where is she?" she asked.

"She's down the corridor she's fine, we haven't spoken with her yet"

(Down the corridor Joan was jerking stiffly as a police dog handler emptied his load into her sopping cunt, he pulled off and another started to ease into her asshole. making her grunt into the ball gag and wince.)

Dave motioned to John and the WRAC, He took the hint and ushered the chaperone out of the room.

"So your worried about Joan then?" he said.

She nodded and stood up to get off the wet seat, walking to the wall.

"Yeah and that would mean anything to you?"

Dave drew out the letters from Joan's flat "I know how much she means to you, I've read your letters"

She turned staring at him questions forming in her mind.

"The others haven't seen them. I thought maybe we could strike a deal and without these the MOD would have no evidence against you."

She brightened visibly "You devious little man, So it's all an act! I didn't have you down as a gay I must admit" she grinned getting the wrong idea.

"I'M NOT! I just know what I like and You've got the body of a fuck bunny in that Uniform"

"oh" her face fell.

"So if your a good girl and do as your told, then these letters get a trip to the shredder, I'm sure we can then exonerate you and make out it was just soar grapes on the part of the grudge bearing subordinates. you get the picture?"

She smiled now seeing a way out. " and what does this being a good girl mean exactly Sergeant?"

He grinned broadly and threw the almost empty tube of Ky on the desk in front of her.

The Flt Lt stared at it for a few moments "My my you are a filthy disgusting little man aren't you Sergeant... You still haven't told me what you expect of me... to exonerate myself?... Its obviously perverse"

He leered at her " Oh yes it is Ma'm, you see I want you to bend over the desk pull your skirt up over your nice round arse and hold it open for me while I shove my cock up your tight snobby asshole... Ma'm"

"And what about your friend?" she asked hard faced.

"Oh I'll expect he'll want the same too"

"You disgust me you maggot!" She turned away for ages then looked back.

"Can I trust you Sergeant?" her voice breaking.

"Of course you can Ma'm" his hand edged to the alarm bell.

"Like I did with my pants when I went to the toilet, sure?"

"That was humour, yeah?"

"Very funny, What about Joan?"

"You be good and do this for me, and depending on how good you are, well put it this way we can be very lenient when it suits us. I'm sure we can sort something for her too."

"Can I get to see her?" she asked.

"I can arrange that too" oh you'll see her all right he thought.

He pressed the bell.

She held her wrists out. Then he unlocked her handcuffs.

Outside John had just stood the WRAC Cpl. down he turned to watch through the glass. He glanced at the video camera pointing into the room just to ensure there was plenty of tape left.

The Flt Lt had just pulled her skirt up her thighs showing her long, strong legs.

Her wet pants clinging to her ass her thighs and stockings still damp with piss. The uniform material bunched at her waist. Dave walked around behind her. admiring her athletic stocking clad legs. Her ass was deliciously chubby.

"Bend over the desk Ma'm!" his voice taking on a dominant edge.

Outside the mirror a group of RMP's were gathering with John. They watched as Dave drew down her wet pants to mid thigh. He ran his hands over her big round goose bumped cheeks. He turned his head to grin at the mirror.