Chapter One: National Security

 

If I was struck dead at this very moment, Lieutenant General Jodie Lawrence thought, I would go out with a smile on my face. The little blonde was engaged at that moment in her favorite diversion: making love to her partner and adjutant, Captain Robin Bransom. Jodie held Robin's shapely left breast to her mouth with one hand, while the other hand toyed with her lover's stiff nipple. Robin's firm body moved sensuously beneath her, slowly grinding her pelvis into Jodie's, and sighing softly as Jodie's tongue flicked her engorged nipple wetly back and forth. The general did not long neglect other portions of her subordinate's anatomy. She pushed Robin's mounds together, drew both of her partner's swollen nubs into her mouth simultaneously, and while she nibbled and sucked on the sensitive little heads, reached one hand down between Robin's open thighs to gently spread open the lips of her sex.

Her questing fingers soon found what they sought in the slippery pocket, and she immediately began to roll Robin's hard love button in her fingertips. Robin responded to this attention by moving her hips more emphatically, and murmuring "Oh Jodie, that's so good." This was the blonde's cue to slide down Robin's quaking belly, and position her mouth where her hand had been a moment before. Jodie slid her hands under her partner's firm buttocks, and lifted Robin's pussy to her lips. Her tongue slipped inside her sheath, to taste the familiar and beloved flavor of Robin's juices. Robin's hands held Jodie's head on either side, and she moved her superior's head on her pussy in rhythm with the increasingly urgent motions of her own hips. Jodie, who loved giving pleasure to Robin above all else, was in paradise. Robin moaned in ecstasy as she approached a titanic explosion.

The two women were so preoccupied with their lovemaking it was not surprising they did not notice the muffled sounds of shouting coming from the first floor of the Georgetown house where they lived. For the same reason, they failed to note the thumps of heavy boots approaching up the stairs, remaining lost in their pleasures and utterly oblivious to the outside world, until there was a sound of wood shattering as the door was ripped from its frame and came flying into the bedroom, immediately followed by several large uniformed and armed men.

Jodie's head popped out from under the sheets. She and Robin stared in astonishment at the squad of soldiers wearing Military Police armbands, who surrounded the bed and held assault rifles leveled at their heads.

"What the hell...?" Jodie began angrily.

She was cut short by the leader of the squad, a captain. He looked at a sheet of paper in his hand, and, evidently reading from it, asked, "Are you two General Jodie Lawrence and Captain Robin Bransom?"

"You're goddam right we are!" Jodie answered angrily. "Who the fuck are you, Captain, and what do you and these apes doing in my bedroom?"

"General Lawrence," he said, ignoring her demand for him to identify himself, "you and Captain Bransom are under arrest. I have warrants for your arrests signed by the Chief of National Security, General Pemberton."

"Bullshit!" Jodie exclaimed. "What crimes are we supposed to have committed?"

"You are charged as of this moment under Section 2 of the Uniform Military Code of Justice, with espionage on behalf of a hostile power, sabotage, treason and conspiracy to commit all of the above, General," the Captain answered. "I have no doubt that more charges will be added before the investigation is complete."

"You do realize, Captain, this is the same General Lawrence who planned Operation Seahorse, won the Battle of Auckland last year, and commanded the army that drove the Chinese out of India a few months ago?" Robin asked. "Do you suppose she suddenly became a traitor last week?"

Her sarcasm rolled off the MP officer like water from a mallard's back. "I don't suppose anything. I just know I have orders to arrest two traitors, and I am going to carry those orders out. Get out of that bed, now," he snapped. The Captain and his squad watched wide-eyed as the naked women tossed the bedclothes aside and rose to their feet.

"I trust you won't mind if we put some clothes on before you drag us away to the brig, Captain," Jodie said. She and Robin started towards their closets.

"Freeze right there!" the Captain shouted. He gestured to his men. "Cuff those bitches. Hands behind their backs." Two of the huge MPs immediately sprang forward to seize the arms of the naked women.

Jodie looked the Captain, her face an expressionless mask. "You're going to take us out in the street like this?" she asked coolly. "Naked women in handcuffs is an unusual sight on the streets Georgetown, especially in the middle of the day. Maybe it's different where you come from Captain, but people in this neighborhood would notice something like that, and there are a lot of them out and about on a sunny Saturday morning like this one. And if any of them happen to see that one of those women you're hauling around in handcuffs is the only female General in the Army, they just might call the newspapers and the television stations to report it. Are you absolutely sure your superiors want this story to be all over the network news tonight? Or do you think you might get your balls caught in a ringer if you make a dog's breakfast of this arrest?"

The Captain appeared to have second thoughts. He opened one of the closets, rifled through it, and found a pair of terrycloth bathrobes. He tossed the robes to the soldiers who were holding Jodie and Robin, and said, "Put these on them, and cover their heads up with pillowcases. We'll leave by the back door. Tompkins, bring the car around to the service alley behind the house."

In a few moments, their nakedness was concealed beneath the robes, which were belted shut. The soldiers took pillowcases from the bed, and used them to cover their heads. Now blind, with their hands in cuffs behind their backs, Robin and Jodie were hustled down the stairs, each flanked by a pair of muscular MPs.

As they were led out of the house, they passed the security desk on the first floor. The sergeant of the squad assigned to guard Jodie called out as they passed, "I'm sorry, General, Captain. They had a warrant from National Security, or we wouldn't have let them in the house. I'm sure it's just a mistake and it'll all be straightened out in no time, General."

A mistake? Jodie thought as the soldiers dragged her and Robin into the alley behind the house and a heavy hand pushed her head down below the doorframe of the MP vehicle. I don't think so. This is not a mistake or an accident; nobody arrests a three-star General, unless they mean business. Somebody out there seriously wants my head on a plate.

They rode in silence for fifteen minutes. When they reached their unknown destination, the captives were unceremoniously dragged out of the car into what Jodie guessed from the way the sound echoed was an underground garage. They were taken inside a building, marched down a flight of stairs, then along a long corridor, through another door (a very heavy metal one, if the sound it made when it closed behind them was anything to go by), and finally flung down on a bare concrete floor. As she lay helpless on the cold floor, Jodie heard the Captain say, "Let's get this one ready."

Robin started to protest, but her words were abruptly stifled. After that, all Jodie heard from her lover was a mish-mosh of inarticulate noises, as the MPs "got her ready", whatever that entailed. She heard sounds of metal chain-links clinking, and the MPs working on Robin saying things like "Make it tighter,...Lift her up..." and so on, until finally their Captain was satisfied with whatever it was they were doing. "OK, that's good enough," he said.

The MP Captain pulled the pillowcase away from Jodie's head. She found herself in a sparsely furnished, windowless room with bare cement walls, floor and ceiling. It was immediately apparent that there was only one way in or out: through the massive riveted metal door where they had been brought in. There was a small holding cell in one corner, with thick transparent walls of what Jodie assumed was bulletproof plastic. Along one wall were what looked to her like restraints: metal cuffs on chains anchored in the wall. The furniture consisted of three chairs and a desk, all made of metal, and all of the most utilitarian design. The chairs all displayed dents and gouges suggesting that they and, by implication, whoever had been sitting in them, had been subjected to some rough treatment.

Robin was in the middle of the room, suspended from lengths of chain that descended from the ceiling after winding through a series of pulleys. Her bathrobe had been taken away, and she was naked again, with her mouth was forced wide open by a big ball gag jammed between her teeth, from which long strands of drool dripped to the floor. She hung facing the ground, her limbs pulled wide, her back bent in an uncomfortable curve, a picture of misery. She was utterly exposed and completely defenseless. She was gently swinging in the chains, her head low. The sight of Robin's suffering stabbed at Jodie's heart like a knife.

"Unfortunately, we won't have enough time together to get to know each other as well as I'd like, General. We'll only have the pleasure of your company here for a little while, until the National Security Bureau boys come to pick you up," the Captain told Jodie. "My orders are to hand you over to the NSB in reasonably good condition, but that's no reason we can't enjoy ourselves a little bit first. We're all wondering what it would be like to get a blow-job from a Lieutenant General, and it looks like this will be the best chance we'll ever have to find out."

Jodie did not consider the MP officer's speech worthy of a response, but the expression on her face suggested that the first cock put in her mouth would be bitten off.

"Of course, we weren't given any particular instructions to keep your little girlfriend in mint condition," the Captain went on, patting Robin's thigh. "As long we as hand her over to the NSB more or less in one piece, and able to answer questions, we can pretty much do whatever we like with her." He produced a pair of needle-nosed pliers from his pocket, and held them up for Jodie to see.

"You can keep all your fancy new interrogation gadgets, as far as I'm concerned. For my money, an old-fashioned hand tool is good enough for almost any occasion," he remarked as he extended the pliers toward Robin. Robin's eyes widened as the Captain captured her nipple between finger and thumb, pulled it out, and then placed the serrated steel jaws of the pliers on either side of it. The jaws slowly began to close.

"Stop it!" Jodie cried. "I'll do whatever you want, I'll take care of all of you. You can have me any way you like. You don't have to hurt her."

"But I do, General Lawrence," the Captain said, smiling. "How can you be sure that I'm not just bluffing, unless I show you how serious I am?" He squeezed the handles, and the jaws sank deep into the tender flesh. Robin gave a thin, muffled shriek of pain. The chains clashed as she writhed madly in agony.

"I can see you mean business, Captain," Jodie said desperately. She talked quickly, saying anything she thought might end her lover's torture. "Now, why don't you let me take care of you and your men? It'll be a lot more fun than what you're doing now, I can promise you that. I was considered to be one of the hottest girls in the entire Academy, back when I was a cadet, and I've learned some new tricks since then. The NSB will be here soon, and you don't want to miss the only chance you'll ever get to fuck a Lieutenant General."

The Captain gave the pliers a half-turn and Robin's face contorted in agony. He leaned close to inspect her tearful, agonized features. "Are you sure she wants me wants me to stop?" he asked. "I get the feeling your fuck-toy here has a taste for the rough stuff. I do believe she likes it."

The Captain pulled sharply down, sending the naked officer into vigorous, twisting contortions one more time, before he finally relented and opened the pliers to release his victim. The tool had left the lower part of Robin's nipple imprinted with little ridges from the toothed jaws.

"Well," the Captain said, "we can always pull her nipples off later. Uncuff the blonde cunt," he told his men. To Jodie he said, "Strip for us, General Lawrence, and make a good, sexy job of it. You can pretend you're back at the Academy, we're all Generals you've been assigned to entertain, and put on a show. After that, we'll find out what they taught you at that whore school. And if you're good, I mean really, really good, there's an excellent possibility that most of your little friend will still be in one piece by the time the NSB comes to pick you up."

When this is over, Jodie vowed silently, I will castrate you with a dull butter knife, Captain. She did not allow this sentiment to show on her face. Instead, she forced herself to grin as engagingly as possible, and said lightly, "Take a good look at me. I'll bet you never saw anything hotter than what I have under here." She slowly removed the bathrobe, beginning by coyly slipping it over one smooth shoulder, then the other. Without using her hands, she made the garment slip further with remarkably sinuous movements of her hips, until it caught and hung momentarily on the tips of her breasts. She waited until the eyes of her audience were bulging, then gave a little twitch of her hips, shaking the robe free, and leaving her deliciously nude. "Just come a little closer, boys. I never thought it was fair that the Generals got to keep all the good pussy for themselves, and the hard-working regular guys like you got nothing. Now's your chance to see how the other half lives."

As Jodie had expected, the Captain and his men were mesmerized by the sight of her nude form. The bulges rose in their pants as they stared, transfixed by Jodie's beauty. This was hardly surprising: almost any healthy heterosexual male would have had the same reaction.

Jodie believed in staying fit, putting herself through a regime of rugged daily workouts with a Marine drill instructor, and she was in perfect condition; her firm body did not carry an ounce of excess fat. Her solid little breasts were just the size of oranges, and she carried them high and proudly on her chest. Her waist seemed narrow enough to span with one hand, emphasizing the sweet curve of her hips, not that they needed it. Her sex was thatched with a few fine, golden hairs that decorated without concealing, and it almost seemed to be inviting attention. Her thighs and calves were sleek, firm and well-muscled. Her rear was so round and firm that even a man who was normally only interested in "conventional" sex, would be tempted to try sodomy with her. There was no wrinkle, no mole, no scar or any blemish of any kind marring the satin perfection of her skin. Her remarkable appearance of youth made her even more desirable. With her wide blue eyes, snub nose, full lips, short blonde hair swept back in a wave and her diminutive stature, Jodie far more resembled a nubile young athlete than she did the 23 year-old general officer she was in reality. As they stared hungrily at her, none of the men had ever imagined having such a delightful, sexy creature at their disposal, to do with exactly as they pleased.

They were frozen by the vision for a few heartbeats, and then they all closed in on her at once. Jodie disappeared, a small pink figure submerged in a crowd of tall men in blue uniforms. All four men scrabbled hastily at their belts to unbuckle them, unbuttoned their pants, and tore off their underwear. Soon they were all rubbing and pressing their erect cocks against her, aroused to a state of almost uncontrollable lust.

"On your knees, bitch," the Captain barked. "I want to find out what a blow job from a Lieutenant General is like. Show me if your whore academy taught you anything useful."

Jodie obediently dropped to her knees on the floor and opened her mouth.

"Take it all, bitch," he snarled. The Captain was not particularly well endowed; in point of fact, he had one of the smallest reproductive organs she had ever seen on a grown man. She had to stifle an urge to laugh. The real question here is whether I'm even going to notice it.

Jodie had no difficulty with it, nor with the other men who crowded round her, eager to make the most of this unique opportunity. As she sucked the Captain's undersized penis, she obligingly masturbated two of his men.

The Captain slapped her face. "Look me in the eye while you're blowing me, General Cunt!" he demanded. He put his hands on the back of her head and energetically jammed her head up and down on his cock, using her as if she were an inflatable sex-doll.

Jodie had a hunch the Captain would not have much stamina, and her intuition proved to be correct. In a remarkably short time he grunted, popped his cock out of her mouth, shooting sticky strands of cum on her upturned face.

The remaining three MPs had been waiting impatiently for their Captain to finish, so that they could take their turns with her. Naturally, Jodie was familiar with and experienced in all sexual variations from her days at the Academy, including pleasing multiple partners at the same time. She was therefore untroubled when the three M.P.s decided they could not wait long enough to take turns, but arranged her so that they could all have her at once.

One of the men sat facing her on a chair, and she straddled him, allowing him to thread his cock up her slot. He was a young private, and was so excited that Jodie would have needed a very accurate stopwatch if she had wanted to measure his endurance. As she expected, he did not last much longer than a rutting male rabbit. He clutched her and moaned after only a few strokes, his penis pulsing as he spurted inside her sheath.

While this was happening, a second man, a corporal, bent her forward until her bottom was in position, then crammed himself into her back door without so much as a bye-your-leave. Ass-fucking was something Jodie had never learned to like, although she could tolerate it quite well in all but the most extreme cases. This was not one of those times, as the soldier's organ was neither unusually long nor particularly thick, and his technique, although crude, was not nearly as painful as that of some of the officers she had been forced to entertain back at the Academy. She had developed excellent control of her internal muscles, and she put this skill to good use, making the corporal detonate almost as quickly as the private fucking her in the more conventional fashion had.

"Christ, it's like she's squeezing me with her hand!" the corporal exclaimed. "I never felt anything like it! Fuck!" he shouted, as he climaxed after only a handful of strokes.