A different kind of mission - Chapter 13

The Mission - Part 3

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She nodded silently, receiving a harsh slap in return that threatened to tear her off her perch, leaving the anchored half of her body behind.

"When I speak to you, you will answer me," growled the invisible bully.

"Yes, Master, I speak English," Sandy gasped through her freshened agony.

"Have I had you, yet?" Maximum Leader demanded.

"No, Master."

"Then why are you here? Skuda generally leaves new girls alone until I finish with them."

"I was inadequate at maintaining my appearance two days ago. She had me take a place as guard-girl, then received complaints that I was inadequate in that area as well. Now I am here," Sandy finished flatly, as though resigned to her fate.

"What makes you so inadequate?" demanded the whiny voice.

"I am inexperienced, Master."

"Completely inexperienced?" now a note of interest was rekindled in the gloating tones.

"Except for my duties as guard-girl, I have had no experience with men, Master," confirmed Sandy, continuing to build a story that confirmed her apparent innocence.

An implication of her story suddenly occurred to Maximum Leader and he flew into a rage, "Do you mean to tell me that Skuda set you up on that stool without letting me take your virginity?"

Sandy did not need to answer. Another of the sets of shuffling footsteps had been walking around her, examining the device that held her captive. Whoever that was had realized Sandy’s position did not quite correspond to the design of the stool. He also spotted the slowly spreading pool of blood beneath the helpless girl and pointed it out to the group.

"It appears that your inestimable Skuda has found a solution to the problem. This girl is enjoying your gift in an unusual way," he announced. The entire group walked around behind Sandy, never quite lifting the concealing skirt enough to discover the true mystery of her situation.

"Ah, I should have known," chuckled Maximum Leader, "though that device was never intended to be used that way. I expect this girl will be more pleasing in her duties from now on."

The group of men laughed in a way they probably felt was manly and powerful but sounded to Sandy more like little boys’ cruelty as they tried to burn ants with a magnifying glass. Without another word, one stood before her and she felt a demand for admittance at her lips. She complied with the demand and serviced the first of those in the group. The torn muscles of her rectum could barely squeeze the device enough to trigger it, but she managed that also. Before it had shrunk enough that escape would have been possible even if she were alone, the man had tripped the airlock and the intruder was once again swelling within her. She found that despite the unceasing agony, there had indeed been some saturation of nerves, for the short relaxation allowed them to reset before the maximum distention was again reached, renewing agony that had only seemed to be the ultimate her body could generate. Another and another cycled through the door, always demanding to pay the perverse toll. Each partial cycle of her internal tormentor added further shrieks of torture to her damaged body and added additional flow to the blood now dripping steadily from her.

In a hidden niche just outside the lab ante-room, the rest of the team was developing their plans. Now that the lab was active, they would have to rescue Sandy with subterfuge rather than stealth. Finally, Marilyn reached a decision.

"All right, Connie, it looks like it’s time."

Her response was initially just an equally cryptic nod, but Constance stood up and to the amazement of the remaining team members pulled off her glorious auburn hair. Her dress soon followed and in moments the one true female in their team was revealed to be as masculine as any of the acknowledged cross-dressers. More so, actually, for Constance had no trace of mammary development, and her, no, his own hair was cut in a masculine, actually military style.

"Sorry that we had to hide this from you, but my name is really Daniel McLean, not Constance. I’m the one that convinced Marilyn that this sort of masquerade was possible, and my continued success was proof that even experts in cross-dressing, like all of you, could be fooled. It also provided an emergency capability that couldn’t be revealed inadvertently by the rest of you. This is that emergency."

Daniel took the guard’s uniform they had stolen and put it on. From a portion of the hair of "Connie’s" wig and a few things they found in available cosmetics, Daniel soon had heavy eyebrows and a drooping mustache that made the transformation as credible as his earlier masquerade. He stood in the hidden niche while Carol and Jaymi went to get a replacement for Sandy. They didn’t know how good the likeness would have to be, but there were several girls with long, dark hair and good figures to choose from and they selected an unfortunate candidate quickly. Bondage devices were sprinkled around the harem for the convenience of Maximum Leader or the harem mistress, so in moments they had a blindfolded, bound, and gagged victim to present to the waiting impostor guard. When the coast was clear, they quickly escorted him and his charge to the ante-room where Daniel now paid the necessary toll and took his unnamed replacement deep into the lab.

When he got to Sandy’s location he saw the spreading flow of blood immediately, and the terrible pallor of her face. Her more-or-less human, more-or-less masculine tormentors had long departed, but the inhuman mechanism within her was still demanding its constant agony. Sandy hovered on the edge of consciousness, each time her mind tried to slip away, her slouching body would shift on the massive protrusion within her and fresh shrieks of fire would shout within too loud to allow oblivion. This time she didn’t notice the approaching footsteps. No one else paid particular attention either, changing of guard-girls was at the whim of the harem mistress, not their concern. When Daniel got close, he leaned down to whisper to his tortured teammate.

"Sandy, wake up, Come on Sandy, I’ve come to take you home."

Later, in her disjointed memories, Sandy would only remember one word of that statement. Home. Nothing else mattered. She roused enough to open her eyes and see a man standing before her, a guard. Some portion of her inner strength roused at the cruel joke and she forced herself to alertness. That alertness caught the genuine concern in Daniel’s eyes, though she still didn’t recognize him. After another whisper, and a start of shock that she could have done without, Sandy’s heart began to climb from the well of despair that her suffering had been digging, inch by rocky inch. It wasn’t an easy journey, not the least of which because her only escape required a continuation of the depravity that had gotten her there.

"Sorry, Sandy, but we need to make this look good. You don’t have to take me all the way, just give me a few strokes and then release the door," Daniel offered, as he made another offer through the opened fly of his pants.

He didn’t know that the damage to her anal ring had made it almost impossible for her to apply the pressure necessary to trip the mechanism. It took several minutes before she finally managed to squeeze hard enough for the door to open. Her body collapsed on its stool as though all of her substance were inflated by the pressure in her intruder and leaking away with it. As soon as he could, Daniel lifted her gently off her instrument of torture. He would have liked to clean it up so that the new, essentially innocent, guard-girl would be spared any risk of infection, but there wasn’t any opportunity. Instead, he directed the new girl to her duties in the stern, uncompromising tones expected of a guard. The unnamed woman shuddered at her situation, but took her position, blindfolded, bound tightly, now impaled on a despicable perversion. At least, she should be replaced soon. As far as the harem mistress knew the original girl, Jennifer, had been in place all night. Sooner or later she would send a replacement, a curly-haired blonde with big nipples, assuming Maximum Leader had followed through with his planned choice.

The rules dictated that returning guard girls be bound, gagged, and blindfolded on their trip back to the outer harem, but Sandy didn’t even know of her condition. She had finally passed out, mostly from lack of blood, but also from exhaustion so intense her mind could no longer maintain even a tiny spark of awareness, even when being rescued. Daniel took her quickly back to the exit to find the team guarding the door. His transformation was reversed, only a slight irregularity in his wig caused by the contribution to his mustache revealing any change from the day before.