Chapter 8

Dave slid the peephole open and looked in, Flt Lt Mile's was asleep on the bare bed in the shower room.

Her strong well muscled body was relaxed, half on her side. Her black mane stark against the mattress. She had redressed herself In her light blue service blouse, Dark grey skirt. No underwear as they hadn't returned that apart from her stockings and suspender belt. Due to the tempreture her large breasts were crowned by her thick hard nipples, they pressed hard to the thin material her aurolea thick, dark and goose fleshed clearly showed through.

It wasn't surprising as the room was cold and clinical, brick walls white washed, hard tan linoleum covered the floor. There was a plastic chair an unscreened shower cubicle. The low bare bed and a sink. light came from a single caged light bulb.

She started when she heard the door lock, She sat up, Dave and Peter came in, grinning. She straightend her legs, the large butt plug which protruded from her stretched ring, pressed to the back of her skirt she winced as it caught the mattress, reminding her of it's presence.

"My you do look refreshed Ma'am, good sleep" She stared at them not giving the satisfaction of an answer.

"What's the matter Ma'am, cat got your tongue?"

She cradled her breasts in her arms, hiding her erect teats from their eager gaze.

"Never mind we'll find it for you, I bet you'd love some breakfast?"

They both surpressed smiles.

"B R E A K F A S T?, I asked a question Ma'am?"

"Yes, yes I would Sargeant" she uttered.

"That's better c'mon then on your feet!" he barked, she got up from the bed, carefully avoiding sitting on the plug.

"If you could get dressed Ma'am, Stockings and shoes"

"What for! your own perverse delight?" she spat.

"Regulations Ma'am, you must wear correct uniform, Now get them on!"

She turned to pick them up as she bent to the chair Pete flicked the end of the butt plug through her skirt. She groaned and immeadiatly sprang up on tip toe as it flexed inside her aching rectum.

"Don't AAHHHHH!" she cried.

"Wh... when will I see the Major, I need the toilet" she begged.

"When he wants to put some more in there I would think Ma'am"

"But I need to relieve myself sargeant, I'm getting quite desperate"

"Oh good he'll like that" they both chuckled.

"Now if you want to see the Major you'll put your shoes and stockings on!"

She lifted her skirt and put her suspender belt on, then she struggled to pull the barely black stocking's on without sitting. eventually the last clip was done up and she lowered her skirt. and pushed her feet into her service shoes.

Pete produced some handcuffs.

"OH NO, do I need those, please" He ignored her and roughly forced her arms behind her and cuffed her wrists.

"Procedure Ma'am, you know how we like procedure"

He straightened her blouse and brushed off her eppelleted shoulders. Then they dragged her from the room, out into the corridor. To the next door. Pete stood with her while Dave went in.

Lt Hall looked up from the chair as Sgt Bishop came in, she was cuffed to it, her ankles tied to the back legs. Her Royal Naval Officers uniform jacket pulled down off her shoulders. Her blouse gaped open around her Bound engorged breasts, Milk still seeped from her solid teats forming a large damp patch on her taut service skirt. Her face still covered in drying semen.

He went straight up to her, grabbed her blonde hair and wrenched her head back, she instinctivly opened her mouth to complain. He rammed a hard rubber ball into her mouth, his thumb forcing it home. It filled her mouth stretching her lips into a thin line around it's size. He let her hair go, before she could move he was strapping a tight rubber belt around her head, across her gaping mouth, stopping her from forcing it out.

"There that's better, oh dear doesn't milky cow like her gag? No never mind. Someone specials coming to clean all that nasty semen off your face, won't that be nice" he traced his finger around each sensitive teat. he grinned at her discomfort.