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“Twenty two Hours “thought Roberta dejectedly” Twenty Two hours ago I was a General in the United States Army and the Military Commander of the FEM Force and the Gov’t Liaison for that Team.
And now I am to become the personal property and sex toy of a foul mouthed, filthy minded pervert.
She paused a moment and mentally took a deep breath.
NO, NO, NO!
Digging down deep to the core of her being she tapped into a reserve of strength.
I am still a General! I am still the Commander! I am still the Liaison!
I will never surrender.
A lot of good people are depending on me.
I can not let them down.
I am sharp and strong and tough.
I will find away out of this.
And I will make these two freaks (referring to the crazy Dr and her vile Hench man) sorry they ever messed with me.
And though these assertions were infused with more than a little desperation, she felt energized and resolved to keep her eyes open and her wits about her and look for any opportunity or detail, no matter how small that would help her turn things around.
Though she did admit that things did look little grim for her right now , clad only in her G I underwear , chained down to this gurney , being wheeled to a holding cell , to be secured to her” future owner (, “ That is never gonna happen” she vowed) and await a “ final confirmation “ of her robotic duplicate’s successful infiltration.
Mean while Harper continued to maneuver the manual medical transport device (gurney) bearing his busty prize along the labyrinthine corridors.
Roberta noted with relief that the scarred thug had fallen silent, no longer listing in increasingly graphic detail everything he had planned for her, though she realized that his silence did not signfy any lessening of resolve. She shuddered at the memory of his words and their description of his intent.
Mean while Harper noted that his prize, while still lying quietly on the gurney but no longer seemed stunned and overwhelmed. Instead her eyes were alert as she surreptitiously glanced all around taking in every detail of her surroundings. The brutish thug correctly concluded that this “big titted black Bimbo” was already starting to recover from all the trauma she been put through and the final shocking revelation of the entire scope of his employer’s incredible scheme and her own place in it.
He was frankly a little surprised and impressed at her resilience. “General Juggs can sure take a lot of punishment” he thought. This pleased the perverse minion immensely for it meant that his captive, since she was still actively resisting, would more acutely feel and suffer from all the indignities and humiliations he had planned for her. “This will be so much fun “he gleefully thought to himself.” And there is no time like the present to begin.” he concluded.
He stopped without warning bringing the gurney and it’s voluptuous under wear clad cargo to a sudden halt. Caught by surprise Roberta looked up uneasily at her scarred captor.
“What now?” she asked in a quiet clear voice that did not entirely successfully cover her anxiety
“Whatever I want –very soon” Harper replied in a very soft tone, before he switched over to his familiar lasciviously jovial voice.
“ Well “Sugar Lips “It occurs to me that since you are no longer a General anymore , as my employer so convincingly demonstrated back there then you are not entitled to wear the uniform “
(“I don’t like where this is going” thought Roberta, as Harper continued.)” not even those oh so snug G.I. panties , so it is incumbent upon me to relieve you of them “ As he spoke he reached into his left lower patch pocket and withdrew a small knife with a short sharp hook bladed knife.
“Pretentious as well as perverted “observed Roberta, disdainfully noting Harpers high blown, pretentious, convoluted phrasing, even as the realization of what he intended hit her hard.” Oh God, he means to strip me “she thought and wondered if the was the prelude to the long promised rape.
Moving swiftly and with evil intent the scarred thug stepped around and positioned himself mid way along the side of the gurney, right in line with Roberta’s waist.. Reaching over he grabbed a handful of the fabric at the General’s right hip and pulled out as he brought up the blade and with a single stroke slit the khaki colored fabric from waist band to hem.
“Stop That! Get Away! Don’t You Dare! You %&^$#% Freak!” the Brave Black Officer desperately demanded.
Grinning evilly even as he entirely ignored her protests, Harper strode around to the other side of the gurney and repeated the procedure at his captives left hip. Then he grabbed a hold of the front of her slashed panties and yanked them the right off, placing Roberta sweet cunt on full display.
“Looks even better than I remember “proclaimed Harper. “In fact it looks good enough to eat” He paused a moment, then added “And I think I will help myself”, as he ran a callused finger along her plump and perfect pussy lips.
“You Filthy@$#%$^& Freak!”
“Keep your %^&$%# Hands off me!”
Enraged at these actions and outraged at his intent Roberta hauled herself up into the half way sitting position trying to directly confront the vile brute. Straining against her chains she continued to harangue her tormentor
“I am not your property and I never will be!” Lay a hand on me and I swear I will mmmpphh!”
Roberta’s tirade was cut short as Harper leaned forward and stuffed the slashed panties in the infuriated ebony Amazon’s open mouth.
“Arrgghh! Guaagh! Rrrrrhh! Mmmpphh!”
As Roberta roared in frustration and self recrimination, realizing that Harper had goaded into the perfect position to be easily gagged, she shook her head and worked her jaw trying to force those grimy sweat soaked panties out of her mouth. Meanwhile the crafty villain moved quickly, bringing up the hooked blade to easily severing, first the right and then the left strap of the busty Black Officer’s G I issue “sports type” bra and then with practiced ease positioned the razor sharp blade beneath the fabric between the (Double D) cups and with single upward stroke slashed the sturdy under garment wide open exposing Roberta’s voluptuous, magnificent breasts.
NNNNN! Uummpphh MFHTR! Aarrgghh!
Then, without warning Harper viscously back handed the outraged officer. This hard blow left Roberta momentarily stunned. The devious thug, after putting the two bra cups together to form a single cone shaped unit, the jammed it down over the dazed Black Officer’s face creating an impromptu blindfold/ mask . He then gripped the free ends of the cut bra straps and wound them twice in opposite directions, around her head, pulling them extremely tight and then tying them together in a tight knot, right at the peak of the cones directly over the beleaguered General’s gagged mouth, forcing the pungent fabric down between her lips, making it impossible for the bare Black officer to force the contaminated material of the awful Panty gag out of her mouth
Incensed by what had been done to her Roberta gave full vent to her anger,embarrassment and frustration and thrashed wildly against her restraints, kicking and yanking against those handcuffs as she rocked her body from side to side.
And she shrieked and swore from behind her gag and mask
RRRHH! EEHH! ArrggHH ! MFKR! RRRR! BSTRD! EEEEEE
Mean while Harper had resumed pushing the gurney down the corridor and was immensely enjoying his captive’s display of her helplessness, not only for the spectacle she was making of herself-(he especially loved the way her voluptuous breasts shook and swayed in reflection of her frantic struggles) - but also for the mental torment he knew that that the proud strong Black woman was suffering right now, at once again being so helpless and exposed –Again.
“Looking Good Mega – Juggs “he thought “Keep it up”
As he proceeded along at a leisurely pace, Harper noted that that Roberta’s struggles were being to quiet down, which to his mind denoted that either she was getting or temper under control or was beginning to tire. In any case, it did not suit the vile thug‘s purposes to have the show end. And so setting action to thought he abruptly stopped and, steeping forward he squeezed Roberta’s big breasts and then pinched her prominent nipples –hard. Then he slid three fingers in to her helpless pussy and vigorously pumped his rough digits in and out.
Caught by surprise by this callous violation, the beleaguered Black champion lost herself in another round of out raged desperate futile struggle and carried on in this fashion for some time, much to Harper’s delight.
Eventually she began to slow down. Harper, ever observant noted that she was gaping and panting, her lush and lovely breasts, rising and falling in time with her labored breathing. And her entire glorious body, now lying limp and slack was bathed in sweat. He concluded that the brave Black woman was clearly completely exhausted and decided that that now was the time to take his prize “to the next level”.
He moved resolutely down the corridor at a brisk pace and very soon arrived at t small room just off the main corridor. Parking the gurney he stopped over and opened the door revealing a small dank room. An iron ring was set in the dirty dusty concrete floor . A steel bucket off to one side and a couple of cheap sofa cushions against the back wall were the room’s only furnishings.
He stepped back to the gurney and in his usual jovial tone addressed his captive
“ All right Mega – Melons The ride is over .Time for you to disembark “ , as he removed the bra mask and panty gag and tossed the aside, mentally noting now grimy they looked and “gamey” they were and savoring the humiliation and discomfort he knew the brave bare Black officer would have felt , at having those smelly shredded undergarments stuffed in her mouth and strapped over her face.
Glad to be free of that awful mask and gag Roberta breathed deeply and looked all around, trying to re orient herself and make sense of her new surroundings. She found this more than a little difficult as her eyes had become accustomed to the darkness of the blind fold and were slow to readjust to harsh florescent light of this part of the corridor. Then Harper bent over and clamped a strong right hand around the chained down Champions throat and pulled her up , saying All right “ Juicy Lips “ I am going to take off the “cuffs” and escort you to the cell . You are not going to give me any trouble are you? Though half choked by his “strangle hold “Roberta mustered up the last of her strength and glared defiantly at the perverse thug and mouthed a “#%^$” You “in response. Though privately surprised that his meaty slab of juicy dark meat still had the strength and spirit to resist Harper smiled broadly and responded “ Well “Honey Nipples” it looks like you are in line for an attitude adjustment “
“Here it comes “thought Roberta “Give me strength “
Still keeping his right hand locked around her throat Harper deliver an savage left handed punch to the brave naked Black woman’s solar plexus , knocking the wind out of her .
Feeling as if she was asphyxiating Roberta wheezed and gasped, trying to fill her lungs with air as Harper released her “choke hold and moved swiftly around the gurney, unlocking the cuffs at her ankles and wrists with a key retrieved from his right lower patch pocket.
Distracted by the pain and the paralyzing effect of that vicious blow Roberta could offer no resistance beyond an agonized shriek as Harper grabbed a hold of her huge heavy breasts and hauled her up off the gurney , on to the cold tile floor and thrust her into the dark dirty holding cell. Roberta cried out on pain at this latest callous and cruel assault.
As the nude disoriented soldier stumbled unsteadily through the doorway, the malicious thug hooked his foot in front of her right ankle and tripped Roberta, sending her tumbling down onto the cold dust coated concrete floor. She fell heavily and landed hard .Overwhelmed by all that had she had endured the valiant but beleaguered Black champion could only lay there still and stunned.
Harper on the other hand, moved swiftly and deliberately, like a man with a plan. He was literally hard on her heels, getting down and straddling her legs. Reaching into his lower right patch pocket, he withdrew a small roll of bright red cord and a razor sharp box cutter with which he expertly cut off a length of the thin tough cord. Setting the cord and the cutter aside the scarred thug set to work and tightly tied his captive’s wrists together. Smiling maliciously the vile brute then cut a similar length of cord and repeated the same procedure on the naked Black General’s upper arms pulling the ropes so cruelly tight that her elbows touched. ,
Roberta gasped in pain. , It felt like her arms were being wrenched out of their sockets. Though the brave busty bare Black officer was a fit and strong and tough minded woman whose daily and rigorous program of strenuous physical exercise kept her in top physical condition and thanks to her long and distinguished military career she was no stranger to discomfort and adversity. But what she was now being put through was almost off the scale! It was all she could do to” keep it together “and not break down completely. “I’ve got to hang on. I’ve got to hang on “ she kept repeating to her self.
Sensing his prizes physical torment and mental turmoil Harper smiled in satisfaction as he carried on. Once again reaching into left upper patch pocket he brought forth a roll of one inch tape. Like the cord it was bright red in color.
Closing her right hand into a fist he then quickly began to wrap the tape around her bent over fingers and thumb, locking them in that constricted position. He carried on winding the tape around and around until her whole hand was covered right up to her bound wrist, leaving it looking like a bright red club shaped stump
He repeated the procedure on her left hand
Roberta realized to her dismay that now all her digits were immobile and her hands were now of no use to her in any escape attempt.
Pleased with his handiwork, Harper rewarded himself by giving Roberta’s ass a sharp smack as he said.
“Well “Fat Ass “that’s phase one completed “
“Phase One “Roberta thought in alarm. She groaned and could not stop herself from asking “How much more are you going to do to me “
“As much as I want “Thought Harper as he gleefully noted the despair in his prisoner’s voice. In a loud lascivious toe he replied “Why “Sweet Lips “we have only just begun. I’ve got plenty more for you”
He proceeded to show her
In detail
Standing up and stepping off her legs he moved over and knelt down beside his prize and again took up the cutter and the cord and sliced off two more ( longer) sections of rope and laid them aside. Then roughly grabbing her at the hip and shoulder the scarred thug rolled the naked bound Black officer onto her right side. Then he took hold of her ankle and bent her leg back until her heel was only a short distance from her but – cheek. “Oh Lord ,What is he going to do to me now ? “ wondered Roberta , as she decided to stay silent for the moment and not give this vile creep any opportunity to mock or insult her “ Not that he has ever needed anything from me for a reason to say whatever he wants, she ruefully observed .
Harper smiled as if he could sense his captive’s dejected thoughts as he carried on. He tied and coiled one end of the rope tightly around her ankle, then brought up the long free end and tightly looped and tied it around her upper thigh, pulling it taut and leaving no slack.
Roberta realized the her right leg was now locked in a permanent kneeling position “I don’t like where this is going” she thought with a distinct feeling of unease, as the perverse creep rolled her onto her left side forcing her face and breasts and pussy and thighs down against the dusty floor again. Roberta realized to her dismay that her body, bathed in sweat because her exertions, was picking up much of this dirt and that her face and body was now filthy .The proud Black woman was heartsick at this indignity , for she had always prided herself on her appearance. Harper mean while continued to smile happily for he knew enough about “ This big titted juicy Black slut “to have a pretty good idea of what she was feeling right now . And this pleased him immensely, as he repeated the procedure on her left leg. Completing his task Harper rolled the soon to be property over and Roberta found her self again face down on the grime encrusted floor Harper , then stood up and stepped over top of his naked Black treasure, reaching down he grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her upright .
AAAIIIEEE!
Roberta could not suppress a shriek of pain as she was hauled up. She found herself in a kneeling position with legs spread wide apart. “My boobs and cunt are on full display. “ She thought.” Tied up like this I can do nothing to defend or protect myself. I am helpless”. She burned with embarrassment and seethed with anger as she squirmed, desperately trying to at least find a more comfortable position, though all she accomplished was to cause her voluptuous breasts to jiggle and sway , much to Harper’s delight The voyeuristic creep , now stood directly in front of Roberta taking full advantaged of the view and the display.
He spoke
“In case you are wondering the position you are in now is called a frog-tie.”
Roberta made no response other than to mentally swear a blue streak at her tormentor. She did not want to give him the satisfaction of seeing her helplessly angry so he tried to keep a blank expression. After a moment her anger subsided and as Harper continued to stand over her enjoying the view, the bound Black Officer sought to get a handle on her desperate situation, as she thought “Well now at least this part is over. This creep is surely finished tying me up. As uncomfortable as she was Roberta took solace from the perceived fact that, for now at least, things could not get any worse.
She was soon to find out how wrong she was.
Taking up the cutter and the cord again he cheerfully announced it was time for Phase Three, as he sliced off another long piece.
“Oh Lord No “Protested Roberta (In a voice that was not as strong and defiant as she would have liked. “ How much more can you do to me?”
“A much as I want soon enough when you are mine” Harper thought to himself as he replied to his captive in his now familiar jovially lascivious tone.
“Why I‘ve only just begun “Super Tits “There is lots more I can do. I am limited only by my imagination and my appetite. And where you are concerned both are endless”.
And as the beleaguered Black champion shuddered at the words he proceeded to demonstrate.
Kneeling in front of his prize he ran one end of the cord between her body and her bound arms above her breasts and tied it off with a small knot placed just above and between her” generous jugs “creating a loop that encircled her torso. The scarred sadist took care to make sure that the loop was extremely tight and took satisfaction from the confirmation ( a gasp of pain from Roberta).
He carried on , winding the long free end of the cord around her “monster melons “ in a Figure – Eight pattern , always making sure to pull the rope tight so the bright red bindings bite deep into Roberta’s tender tit-flesh.
“Round and Round the red rope goes .And where does it stop? Only I know. “Harper gleefully recited his corrupted version of the popular nursery rhyme as Roberta moaned and gasped in pain ands embarrassment
She fruitlessly protested “Owww! Ahh! Stop that you filthy $%^#&3 deviate! Ohh It hurts. Damn you Oh Stop you #@$%^%$ monster! No More! “And all the while she mentally cursed herself for showing weakness in this way (“Damn it Bertie Stop this. Don’t give him the satisfaction of seeing you crawl “ ) But the brave Black officer was finding it increasingly difficult to stay in control.
Nearing the end of the rope he wound around her lower back and tugged it around to the front where he tied it off at the original knot between her breast Then as if for good measure he cut off another short piece from the roll and wound it around the “cross over point of the” Figure Eight” configuration of his captive’s breast bondage making the” tit tie” even more excruciatingly tight and painfully secure.
Harper stood up and proudly surveyed his handy work
Trying hard to cope with unending torrent of pain and humiliation that was threatening to engulf her Roberta found herself wishing for the enforced silence of a gag for she felt obligated to verbally confront her tormentor if only to show him ( and prove to herself) that she was not beaten,
“Well you sick #$@%^ pervert, are you done now? “She demanded in a tone that was not as strong and defiant as she would have liked.
Harpers only reply was to leer insolently as he reach down and pinch her nipples ( already becoming swollen and tender thanks to the breast bondage) as hard as he could .
AAAIIEEE!
Roberta could not suppress the shriek of pure pain.
She frantically took deep breaths to ride out the pain and stay in control
Then Harper spoke “And now Phase Four “
At these terrible words Roberta moaned in despair. She could not help herself.
“Christ No Give me strength” whispered Roberta in a tone that sounded almost like prayer for at that moment the valiant voluptuous Black General felt as if she had very little strength left. But some how she found the will to carry on
Harper meanwhile was feeling very upbeat. Standing before his prize he unrolled the last of the red cord (“I’m going to have to remember to restock” he thought)
“Well look at that “he marveled as he tossed away the empty roll “Just enough left to finish the job. How’s that for good planning?” he jovially inquired of his captive
“Ooohh! I am just so impressed “Roberta sarcastically replied (though there was more than a little weariness and pain in her voice).
Harper happily noted these undertones as with a flourish he doubled cord over ,folding it in the middle after tying a large knot in the cord ,close to one end. Then he again knelt down and got “up close and personal “with his prize wrapping the doubled over cord round her waist like a belt, once again “crotch roping “the luckless Black champion. As with the” tit tie” Harper had to get in intimately close to get the job done, much to his delight (“MMM this is nice” he whispered) and Roberta’s dismay (“ Eeooww! Get away from me you ^%&$#*% creep” she snarled)
As the perverse thug finished up, he took care to pull the crotch rope tight and as Roberta again felt the cord invade her most body’s most tender intimate place, she found to her horror that Harper had added a particularly perverse refinement to the invasive cord. That big knot that the scarred sadist had made such a show of creating was now positioned deep between her pussy lips directly over her clit.
To her dismay Roberta realized that any movement on her part, to free herself or find a more comfortable position or the relieve some the endless stress on her much abused and beleaguered body would surely result in painful but irresistible stimulation (If I move I’ll surely cum” she realized) A couple of tentative exploratory moves, resulting in the moistening of her pussy confirmed this embarrassing fact.
In spite of it all Roberta could not help but be impressed by her captor’s skill as a “rigger.” I have to say he is really good at this “she grimly observed.
Mean while as Harper again stepped back to admire handiwork and looking very smug and pleased with himself, Roberta thought “Well at least it is over. There is nothing left of me for this foul creep to tie up.” And the beleaguered bound bare Black officer sought same small solace in that” perceived fact “. And so Harper’s next words caught her completely by surprise and hit her hard.
“And now for Phase Four”
“Oh Come on “protested Roberta “You’ve taped my hands, tied up my arms and legs bound my boobs and split my pussy with that damned red rope. What more can there possibly be of me for you to bind?”
“Well you still need a gag “replied Harper in a bright conversational tone. “ And in any case I really do think you need to give your sweet (but sharp) tongue of yours a rest. After all I’ll have a really important use for it very soon “. And he moved in close and rudely thrust his crotch in Roberta’s face and leered .
“ UUGGHH ! You filthy #@$&^%* pig. What you want will never happen!” She raged at her tormentor
“Oh It‘s going to happen Honey Cunt .You can be sure of that. The time will come when you will beg to be allowed to wrap your sweet lips around my love muscle.” Harper responded in an infuriately confident voice. He paused a moment as if he wanted to let his captive face the full implication of his “promise” and then continued on in an upbeat tone. “But all that is for later. Right now we must concentrate on the issue at hand.” And with those words he dug into his left upper patch pocket and withdrew a curious looking device
Ever observant, even in this increasingly difficult and traumatic situation Roberta studied the object as closely as she could .At first it was a mystery. A thick shiny metal circle like an O ring about 2 inches in diameter with two leather buckled straps attached.
What the hell was it “she wondered
Then the terrible realization struck her.
“Oh Christ, It’s a ring gag!” As the shock of recognition stunned her and the implications of that terrible implement flooded into her mind, distracting her,
“ No Stop Ples.. Ack Gaa. “
Roberta was caught by surprise. Her protests (and plea) were cut short as Harper, moving swiftly and surely got in close again and forced the bondage tool deep into his naked captive’s helpless mouth, well behind her teeth. He then tightly buckled the leather cinch straps pulling the ring forward making it impossible for his nude Black prize to close her mouth
“Oh No” she thought “Now there is nothing to stop that unspeakable monster from raping my face”. She groaned in despair.
But happily for the beleaguered bare Black champion Harper did not take advantage of her helplessness. Instead he stood up and looked down at his captive
(“Not yet “he thought )
.Then he spoke
“And now for the final touch “
And as Roberta wondered what the “final touch “could possibly Harper stepped behind her moving further into the cell and reached down into the steel bucket .He withdrew a short length of chain. Though Roberta could not see what he was up the clatter of the chain links on the metal pail told her what he was up to.
Grimly she thought “I’ll bet I know what is going to happen next.”
And she was right.
Returning ( after pausing to pinch Roberta’s ass which resulted in a yelp of pain , garbled by the restrictive ring gag ) he knelt before his captive prize and attached one end of the chain to the steel ring set in the floor then snapped the other end to that hated slave/dog collar around Roberta’s neck thus forcing her into a permanent kneeling position.
Then the vile thug stepped back to stand in the doorway and looked down at the naked and helpless Black woman.
She sure did look good he thought on her knees before him, hands bound behind her back, legs spread with that knotted crotch rope buried beep in her pussy, mouth wide open and those great big tits all tied up tight. He happily noted that her bound breasts were already looking red and swollen and ring gag was causing her to drool profusely (in fact a huge puddle of saliva was already congealing on her chest.) The perverted monster was gleefully aware of the soul shattering heart breaking, discomfort humiliation and degradation the proud Black woman would be experiencing right now and he was immensely pleased and proud of himself because of it. To his perverted mind this was the perfect prelude to the intense and terrible rape session he had planned for this Black Amazon (once the Boss was done with her and she became his property).
““I’m goanna fuck your pussy and rape your ass and blow my load in your face. You will crawl on your hands and knees and beg to take my cock in your mouth. And that’s just in the first hour.”) He thought.
Meanwhile Roberta was making the same set of observations and conclusions about her current situation and probable future. She was also dealing with the profound sense on personal violation resulting from all these latest refinements to her bondage .They were worse that anything she had previously experienced .Again she had the heart breaking feeling of another huge piece of her soul was being torn away, but this time she instead of wondering how much more of her personal sovereignty and human dignity would be taken from her she sadly considered how little she had left.
It was time for Harper to go but he just had to make one last comment
“Lookin’good. Sweet Lips It’s your new natural and rightful position, wide open and ready for me”.
Raising her head Roberta summoned up one last scrap of spirit and looking her tormentor right in the eye, replied “UK OO”. Her response was garbled by the ring gag but her words were unmistakable.
Harper merely smiled that tight little smile and responded
“No Fat Ass”
“UK OO “
“And soon”
Then after again pinching her nipples, he turned and walked out locking the door behind him.
Roberta, left alone in the shadowy semi darkness of her cell, mentally breathed a sigh of release at Harper’s departure. She was mightily relieved to finally be free of that vile monster’s perverted attentions. Reflexively trying to shift herself into a more comfortable position she found to her dismay that thanks to the devious and perverse nature of her bondage any movement sent shock waves of excruciating pain (thanks to her bound breasts and tightly tied arms) and shuddering stimulation (from the knotted crotch rope) throughout her body And in any case that chain, running from that damn slave/dog collar to the immovable ring set in the floor kept her from moving very far. The brave but bare and breast bound Black officer resigned her to the fact, for now at least she was pretty much locked into position
In the grim silence of her cell Roberta fearlessly considered her situation.
Naked, trussed up and gagged, unable to move, locked inside a cell in secret underground complex with , replaced by a perfect and apparently undetectable robot duplicate and no immediate hope of rescue.
And so she accepted that there was nothing she could but wait for her captors to come for her and then watch for a n opportunity to escape or get a message out or some how improve her situation.
But for now she was helpless.
It was a terrible conclusion but the tough minded (though tied up) soldier never avoided a hard decision and always faced the truth.
Accepting her situation the Practical minded officer mentally” moved on “. She decided to go over in her mind, everything that happened from when she got into her car right up until now. The nude frog tied Black General hoped she would remember something she had previously missed that would help her improve her situation and even turn things around. She also thought it might give her back a sense of control
. She thought back to the beginning.
Unhappily she found that all her slow and careful recollections accomplished was to vividly and pain fully remind her of all the abuse she had suffered and humiliations she had endured. And she was brought right back , face to face with the hard fact that she was the helpless prisoner of a crazed but brilliant and wildly perverse scientist and was about to become the property aka sex slave aka personal play thing aka fuck toy and disturbingly creative and subtly sadistic scarred thug.
Immediately realizing that dwelling on all this would do her no good ,Roberta knew she had to some how” get a handle” on the current situation ,lest it overwhelm her .She briefly considered the mental distraction tactic that had worked so well for her during her time in the scanning tube ,but quickly rejected that option., correctly concluding that the mental and physical trauma she was now experiencing was ,too pervasive and intense ( plus the fact that it was not going to end anytime soon) “ to be “ papered over with songs and recitations.
Instead, armed with the courage and boldness and fortitude and” tough mindedness” that had served her so well during her long and distinguished military career the crotch roped Back champion resolved to directly confront all her pain and distress . That tactic truly suited the tit tied Black officer, for she always preferred a “stand –up fight”.
Using a meditative /mental technique she had learned from Joan Wayne – better known to the world as the super heroine Ms. Victory, America’s Patriotic Powerhouse (and one of her girls “) of the FEM Force, Roberta set out to mentally identify and sort out and separate all the various aspect of her pain and suffering and confront them one by one.
“ I am hungry” She had not eaten since breakfast and that had only been an MRE energy bar and her usual cup of coffee- A “Roberta’s rocket” which was medium size cup of a strong dark blend with two shots of espresso and scoop of chocolate custom made for her at the coffee stand near the FEM Force H Q complex. Due to her heavy workload and tight schedule she had skipped lunch and, she ruefully observed her hosts had neglected to provide her with an evening meal
Roberta reminded herself that as a combat veteran she had missed many meals while in action so an empty stomach was really no great hardship for her
I am thirsty” No surprise there. Beyond a small bottle of water at noon she had nothing to drink since morning and as with food her captors had neglected to offer her any thing. “They certainly are poor hosts” Roberta observed, taking refuge in gallows humor “I will not be recommending this establishment to any one “
Again she reminded her self that when in the field is was not unusual to go without any thing to drink for long periods of time , so being a bit” parched” was no great hardship for her.
But she also recalled a time when she and her team while on a re con mission in the blistering hot Arabian desert had to make do with a few sips of bad brackish water , which was heavy with a greasy chemical taste thanks to the double infusion of purification tablets necessary to render this oily liquid potable.
“Sure could go for some of that right now.” She thought before forcefully putting that memory aside and harshly reminding her self that “I have faced worse. I can deal with this”.
“ I hurt every where” Thanks to Harpers viciously through and perversely intimate bondage her entire body was wracked with pain Her knees ached due to nature of the “frog tie” ( “Those ropes a really cutting into my legs “ she thought). And her shoulders felt like they were on fire due to the cruelly tight (her elbows were touching) arm bondage. (“It feels like my arms were being pulled out of their sockets”). Her tightly taped up hands and fingers felt like they were in a vice (“Oh lord it feels like my fingers are about to break”) Her jaw (in fact her whole face) ached because of that damn ring gag (“And I am drooling like a dog all over herself. It’s so disgusting!”).And thanks to her “tit tie “Roberta found her voluptuous breasts were hugely swollen and her thick dark nipples were monstrously distended. “(“Oh My poor Boobs”.) And what was worse they were now terribly tender. It seemed like even the contact with air around them caused pain and even the smallest motion brought on excruciating agony. This forced her to stay completely still in a rigid pose which contributed greatly to those massive muscle cramps that were increasingly tormenting her. (“It feels if my entire body is seizing up”). And not to be forgotten, the crotch rope which split her pussy also featured a big heavy knot strategically exactly over her clit. Any movement from the rope resulted in immediate and overwhelming and unwelcome sexual stimulation. (“Damn me, why can’t I control myself?) And this too forced her to remain rigidly which only contributed mightily to the wall of pain that was crashing down on top of her.
Now that she had fearlessly confronted every aspect of her pain head on , Roberta reminded herself she taken part in many military exercises and more than one campaign that had taxed and tested her body and mind to limits of her strength and endurance so she certainly had the resources to cope with this situation ( Suck it up Bertie “ she told herself “It is tough but you can take it”).
“I am covered in dirt”. “This one should be easy” Roberta thought as she confronted the fact that her lush muscular body , was Indeed “covered in dirt” from head to toe , especially her lovely face big breasts and muscular thighs . Of course that was not surprising she noted, recalling how Harper had deliberately tripped her as she was forced into this cell. She had landed hard on the cold hard neglected surface, coated with dust and covered dirt. And since her entire body had been covered in sweat much of that filth had stuck to her and thus she found herself coated in grime and covered in spatters and splotches of gritty greasy mud. Plus all that dried sweat all over her body left the beleaguered Black champion smelling really “funky”/ “ripe”.
Considering all this Roberta reminded herself that this aspect of her current situation was not all that different from those times when in combat she often gone for days and even weeks with bathing or changing clothes Thinking humor might lighten her burden she allowed herself the observation that .” My uniform got so stiff it could practically stand up by itself “.
“My uniform”
The thought of it galvanized her .Thinking about how that damned android was wearing it now, Roberta was conscious of a cold fury building within her . Believing that this anger could sustain her and help her get through this ongoing” Ordeal”. The bound bare Black officer deliberately stoked that rage.
It wasn’t hard to do.
That uniform was very important and special to Roberta. She had worked long and hard to earn the right and the privilege to wear it.. It stood for honor and duty and loyalty and fidelity and patriotism – the defining and guiding principals of her life.
Also it was the manifestation of her long and distinguished military career.
And now that the damn robot was wearing it was if those principals were being betrayed and her achievements were being taken from her. It was like she was being violated again but in a whole new way and again a piece of her soul was being torn away.
Realizing that this train of thought would send her into a spiral of despair that she might recover from Roberta desperately thrust it all aside. Seeking to recover and maintain her anger, she again cast her thoughts to that “damn Tinker toy” wearing my uniform.”
She realized that her mechanical doppelganger would be at the air port by now and had probably escaped detection and had boarded the flight to Washington.”
“That Psycho Scientist certainly built an impressive and probably undetectable copy of me “she grimly conceded .Recalling that her captor had been rather vague as to the specifics of her plan to use her robot replacement to bring down the FEM Force from with in Roberta now wondered about the specifics of those plans. What if instead of being passive (stealing secrets, hacking into operating systems, putting the team into embarrassing situations) the intentions were more “aggressive”
Then ,struck by the awful realization that her (entirely female) staff and all the( Mostly feamale) personnel at FFHQ as well as the entire FEM Force ( “her Girls”)would soon be under the control of that sinister duplicate , and thus in terrible danger her weary and agitated mind called up a series of increasingly awful ” worst case scenarios”.
- FFHQ would be left open to an attack. The complex would be destroyed. Her staff and all the HQ personnel would be all either slaughtered or taken prisoner.
- The secretly compromised HQ would be used as a clandestine base from which raids would be launched against the White house and the Pentagon and similar high profile targets
-Key members of her staff would be targeted for kidnapping and interrogation / torture to extract sensitive and secret information.
- Her girls (the FEM Force) would be sent out on bogus missions that were actually ambushes or death traps.
- Similar to her own situation, “Her Girls “would be kidnapped and replaced by robotic duplicates .Roberta understood thanks to bitter experience that her captor probably had the capacity to make perfect duplicates of all and any member of the team. Previously she would not have believed that there could ever be a cell or a set of restraints that could hold any of the team (especially the more mega powerful members like Night veil or Ms. Victory). But in her increasingly stressed out state the beleaguered Black officer began to believe that, where that crazy bitch Patricia Pretorious was concerned, anything was possible.
Then the most terrible thought of all struck her. What if the (hypothetically) imprisoned personnel or kidnapped staff or captive heroines were to be subjected to the same sort of brutal and sadistic treatment she had endured at the hands of that crazed bitch and her perverted henchman?
The thought of conservative and straight laced Joan (Ms. Victory) or innocent and sweet tempered Syn or dignified Dr. Mara (Stardust) being stripped and humiliated and abused and beaten and violated as she had been devastated Roberta .
It was as if the bottom had fallen out of her world and another part of her soul had been torn away.
A part of her mind tried to argue that she was only speculating and that all this might never happen. I t was the last attempt of her rational mind to stay in control. She rejected it out right.
Instead he blamed herself entirely, as she thought.
“Good people who trust and depend on me are in terrible danger. And I can do nothing to warn or save or protect them.”
“I have failed them.”
The realization of this perceived fact that others would suffer because of her was more than she could bear.
It broke her.
General Roberta Octavia Strock was a strong determined woman. But she was only human and as such there was a limit to what she could endure. And with this realization that boundary had been surpassed..
She bowed her head and wept.
Commission for thanks for the commission.
