Stories of Tie Up Games

The Second Moonlight Madness Game Show! (F/F+)
Tuesday, August 13, 2019
CHAPTER 1: The Introduction

When we read the write-up submitted to our CO’s for review ahead of the “Moonlight Madness Game Show,” we couldn’t help but laugh. A team-building activity with the opportunity for a promotion required we wear skirts or dresses. Still, we talked about it with Majors Rossi and Vee to get their judgment, and they agreed that we should all wear skirts and show at least a little personality in our choice. In other words, Major Vee was going to dress in her usual edgy leather style. I was concerned by the fine print that noted that “clothing may be irreversibly damaged.” Still, we followed orders. So we marched onto the yacht, all nine of us, for the experience. We took our seats, and now we’re ready to focus on the present moment. Look! The show’s getting started. Quick! Go take your own seat and enjoy the show!

"Welcome to the Moonlight Madness Game Show! I'm the host for tonight’s activities, the one and only Roxanne Rutledge!" a camera focuses on Roxanne, wearing a black leather skirt, a black sleeveless blouse, black leggings, and black combat boots. Her hair is held back in a black scrunchie. Something is ominous about her piercing brown, cold, dead eyes as she scans us all.

We’re sitting in a big room, like a ball room, with polished oaken floors except for one section in which the floor is carpeted with a plush blue carpet. That section has three leather sofas that all surround the space with a TV on the wall. We sit on the sofas while Roxanne keeps her feet out on the wood, her boots clomping as she surveys us, and she briefly reaches out as if wishing to touch a couple to test their reaction. She has excellent self-control and resists us.

“Now, I’m a Colonel in the U.S. Army, and my lovely primary assistant is Major Julia Pulaski. I lean on her for all things throughout the show, and we can’t forget the beloved First Lieutenants Jessica Sanders and Hilary Knoll. We’re posting a lovely little infographic on the television for all of you to see us in our elements and get to know us a little better,” she playfully gestures with her fingers towards the screen, which lights up with the most disturbing graphic I’ve ever seen.



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“I really need to have a talk with my graphics artist because she needs to spend time hogtied in a filling bathtub to straighten her out. I don't look happy enough in that photo,” Colonel Rutledge looks around the room, “What do you girls think? Never mind. Your opinion only matters when you're doing the online survey my team will send you on afterwards. I’m so glad you're all here and on time. The 4707 M*A*S*H* has proven to be a brilliant source of victims—I mean brave volunteers—for this program,” this woman is one twisted maniac, and even Helen Keller can see it from a mile away, “So, before we introduce ourselves, how about I post a little infographic that the same inept graphic designer made based on your applications and questionnaires?”



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“I like the fashion statements some of you chose to make,” Roxanne struts around the room, “If you think I’m intimidated by any of you, you're wrong. I’ll answer the rhetorical question that I am sure you have,” Roxanne smiles, “Bon-dage. You signed up to be bondage endurance subjects. Now, let me see…,” she looks at me and studies me, “I see Captain Oliveira, that you, Lieutenants Shockman and Oakes, and Major Rossi all aren't too flexible. We can equalize our endurance tests. I’m sorry, the graphic makes me look like a sick freak and made it sound like I am a sadistic criminal mastermind with evil underlings who enjoy things more than I do. Well, I assure you, that's not true. I’m going to enjoy this night more than anyone else in this room,” she continues to dominate the room with her gait, “It's time to decide. Only five of you will advance to the actual testing. The rest will get to be witnesses who enjoy a small sample of the games we are going to play. I assure you, it will be a very,” she wiggles her eyebrows and clasps her hands together in front of her with a cheesy grin, “very, interesting evening here. So, who will it be?”

Major Maddy Vee: Black leather pants, red combat boots, black and red plaid miniskirt, black turtleneck shirt, red classic paisley bandana headband

Major Lucille Rossi: brown pantyhose, white pumps, pale denim miniskirt, multi-color pinstripe button-down three-quarter blouse, black western paisley bandana headband

Captain Paulina Oliveira: white knee socks, white canvas sneakers, navy blue flowy miniskirt, white long-sleeve V-neck shirt, navy western paisley bandana kerchief

Captain Teresa Perez: black pantyhose, white pumps, black and white checked flowy knee skirt, black button-down blouse

1st Lieutenant Genevieve Badeaux: red pantyhose, white pumps, blue miniskirt, American flag crop top, American flag bandana headband

1st Lieutenant Nichole Shockman: red leggings, blue pumps, blue leather miniskirt, red blouse

1st Lieutenant Annie Oakes: brown pantyhose, beige canvas sneakers, sage flowy knee skirt, brown polo shirt. sage classic paisley bandana headband

2nd Lieutenant Kaci-Lee Masters: skin-tone pantyhose, red heels, denim miniskirt, black t-shirt

2nd Lieutenant Penny Nichols: red crew socks, white canvas sneakers, blue miniskirt, red polo, blue classic paisley bandana kerchief

“Our viewers and live audience will decide who will advance,” Roxanne motions towards the cameras. “Please, take a little time and let us know who you want to see put through my tests. Who will… be graced… with the opportunity to advance themselves in the military? Maddy, Lucille, Paulina, Teresa, Genevieve, Nichole, Annie, Kaci-Lee, and Penny… choose wisely. I will provide a little electronic poll so you can vote anonymously.”

END OF CHAPTER 1

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Lovely idea x

I really do like the Idea of the Show and am looking forward to the Story!

Just cast my Vote!

Just voted. Who for? That's between me and the ballot box!

Since @DommeKirsten, @Caesar73, and @LunaDog have commented... I just wanted you to be aware that you can pick up to 5 girls each. This will also serve as clarification for others who might see and wish to vote: You can choose up to 5 because they're the 5 you want to see advance to the next round.

Great start!! Vote is cast!!

AlexUSA3 wrote: 2 months ago Since @DommeKirsten, @Caesar73, and @LunaDog have commented... I just wanted you to be aware that you can pick up to 5 girls each. This will also serve as clarification for others who might see and wish to vote: You can choose up to 5 because they're the 5 you want to see advance to the next round.

I did xx

I would to thank all who voted in the poll. My intention is to continue to make the polls integral to the story like this.

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CHAPTER 2: The First Executive Decisions

“While we await the results of that little poll, shall we talk about ourselves?” Roxanne looks at her pool of victims, “Just realize that failure to advance doesn’t mean that you get to go home.”

There’s an awkwardness in watching this little woman with dark hair strut around the room like she literally owns the joint. She realizes that most of us are too confused to talk and that we’re in no mood for casual conversation. I look at my feet, fearing the worst from this crazy woman. If she was in control, then for all we knew the results were rigged based on some secret analysis in the past when she was busy digging up every piece of info she could about us.

“Oh, come on, now. Don’t be afraid,” she looked at the TV screen, “That does look foreboding, doesn’t it? Ah, no worries, let’s get me off the screen and instead play a little slideshow that will make you more comfortable, yes? Lieutenant Knoll, would you please?”

Then the screen begins to play a montage of photos of Roxanne and her lackeys torturing victims from past editions of the program. Such a relaxing atmosphere, isn’t it? She revels in what she’s doing to us, and I can see many disturbed looks around the room. I know: I’m one of them! Am I crazy to run… but then I get charged with disobeying a superior office. F’ing colonels.

“Ah, well, while you’ve been sitting around confounded as if you were already gagged, the votes streamed into our system from our audience and, well, they don’t like high ranking officers. Yes, I am sorry. They chose all the First and Second Lieutenants, I’m afraid. That’s too bad. Majors Vee and Rossi and Captains Oliveira and Perez, don’t think you get off the hook,” she coos at us as if this is a major victory for her, “In my experience, Captains tend to be the most irritable, and Majors tend to be the most delightful to physically torture because they’ve reached that point,” she pauses as if she’s contemplating which ice cream flavor to buy at the parlor, “They get to be a bit uptight and concerned if they’re making enemies out of their subordinates. The ones who figure that out become Colonel’s. The ones who don’t end up like Major Houlihan instead. Ah, Major Vee, it’ll be a joy to expose these sumptuous, large breasts.”

“Are you kidding me?” Lucille breaks our silent solidarity, “That’s it for us?! You think you’re just gonna parade us like a bunch of trophies and objectify us? We came here for the opportunity for a promotion, not for a silly poll probably answered only by horny young boot campers to be our deciding fate!” she stands up and looks down at Colonel Rutledge but is truly stared down.

“I didn’t say you lost your opportunity for promotion,” Roxanne commands the situation, “Your chances are diminished, especially if you continue to behave in such a reprehensible manner.”

“Is it too much to request that my bust stays where it belongs?” Maddy finally defends herself.

“Ah, Major Vee, I appreciate your respectful tone. I’m glad somebody respects my rank. Sadly, I must deny your request,” the Colonel grins, “You gave me the right to do so when you signed up to be a part of the program,” then her voice lowers, “I will remember your subordination.”

“These theatrics,” Teresa stands up, “What do we get besides a chance for promotion?”

“Well, bondage, Captain Perez,” Roxanne laughs, “You get to be a bondage doll for the rest of the night,” her smile is chilling, “If you're a masochist, you’ll like it.”

“Colonel Rutledge,” I try as the last of the higher ranking officers to speak, “Do we get to make a choice in any regard? I think it is fair to allow us to shape some aspect of what happens next as a way to compensate,” I pause and think about my words, “for our disappointing elimination.”

“Oh, Captain Oliveira, you miss the point altogether,” she lets out a sinister cackle, “Ahhh ha ha haaa! You,” she points a finger at me and slaps her hands together, “don't get any choices at all! Oh, Jessica, this one's funny. Bind and gag her and make sure to stuff your socks deep into her mouth. Julia will stuff the Captain's socks in the Major’s mouth. Enjoy your bondage fun, ladies,” she turns to the five now, “Lieutenant Knoll, assist me with these successful damsels.”

Then Lieutenant Sanders takes my arms, crosses them behind my back, and ties them with bright orange rope. Major Pulaski goes over to Major Maddy and uses bright green rope to tie her arms behind her back at the wrists and elbows. The worst part is that there are 9 of us and 4 of them, but we are military officers who formally signed military paperwork to subject ourselves to this. I am trapped. We are trapped. Stupid Colonel Rutledge and her stupid bondage. This is an absolute outrage, but it's an outrage about which we can do nothing. We're her captives now.

Once finished with my arms, Lieutenant Sanders approaches Major Rossi and fabricates the start of a boxtie with her arms using pink rope. Major Pulaski approaches Captain Perez with strong red rope. I use military titles to remind us that we’re officers despite this group’s strong desire to strip us of our humanity and autonomy. Captain Perez has her wrists and elbows tied like Major Vee’s. We’ve all spoken, but the five—Lieutenants Badeaux, Shockman, Oakes, Masters, and Nichols—have remained silent. No one’s certain which group is better off at the moment.

“Is your bondage comfortable? I hope it’s simply delightful for you,” Roxanne coos like a freaking pigeon she’s so delighted with things, “I’ve called in —I fancy calling them such things—prescriptions for your personal ordeals as the pathetic failures who failed to pass what’s a simple eye-candy test. Such a disappointment, too, because I loved the pantyhose the Spanish Captain Perez had chosen. But, oh well, you still have your opportunities for promotion if your behavior warrants such from my final report that will be sent to figures much above your silly little heads. Major Vee, I loved the way you layered the school girl skirt over the leather, too. A high ranking officer you may be, but you’re my underling just like the Lieutenants right now. I,” she pauses and grabs one of the green ropes, “will indulge myself a little,” and takes Major Maddy and ties a tight bright green crotch rope under the skirt but over the leather pants, “You’re a beautiful woman, Major, and I will make sure you’re very aware of that when you leave,” the words almost seem like a predatory insult coming from the Colonel’s mouth.

The five know to remain silent, but they realize that bondage is in their future, too. It’s the most deafening silence with only the sounds of ropes breaking the quiet of our collective horror. Roxanne dominates Major Vee; Major Pulaski has Major Rossi; Lieutenant Sanders has me; and Lieutenant Knoll has Captain Perez. We each receive a crotch rope under our skirts, just like the one Major Vee has. Lucille’s is pink; mine is orange; Teresa’s is red.

Leg bondage is important here. My sneakers and my white knee socks are removed, as promised a few minutes before. A little orange string ties my big toes in perfect fashion, ensuring that I’m not able to wiggle my feet. Up my legs goes the orange rope—ankles, knees, lower thighs, and upper thighs. I’m only spared more because of my stature. My three friends have their legs bound at the shins and middle thighs, too, and the ankle binding is also tied into the heels of their respective footgear. As usual, I get orange; Major Vee gets bright green; Major Rossi gets pink; and Captain Perez gets red. We’re nothing more than bondage dolls in our captors’ eyes.

Poor Major Vee—my knee socks are stuffed into her mouth and trapped in there with a tegaderm. Colonel Rutledge enjoys this much more than any sane or normal human being should, but worse are the giggles coming from her assistants. At least my friends have their shoes locked down.

“Let’s explore what’s underneath your turtleneck, my dear Major,” Roxanne coos before raising Major Vee’s black shirt to reveal—unsurprisingly—a black sports bra, another toy to be pulled up in order to fully humiliating the decorated Major Maddy Vee, “Hmmm… they are 34DD as you wrote in your application. I’m impressed,” and Roxanne takes more bright green rope and begins fashioning a breast harness with excessive details to completely objective Major Maddy Vee, “More luscious than I expected,” Roxanne then finishes the last knot and eagerly squeezes my superior officer’s breasts, knowing that the innocent captive cannot defend herself anymore.

Then, at the same time, the rest of us are gagged, harnessed, and exposed.

Major Pulaski jams her own red knee socks in Major Rossi’s mouth. Poor Lucille also gets her lips sealed with a tegaderm for her humiliation, and I can see the disgust in her face. The knee socks are thick and show because they fill every cubic inch of her mouth and still pry her mouth open on top of that. That’s disgusting. “Enjoy the toe cheese,” Major Pulaski crows, “Just think, it’s 8:30 PM, and I put my socks on at 6:15 AM,” squeezes Lucille’s cheeks, and begins to unbutton her shirt, revealing a gray bra that the captor easily pulls down to expose her bust, “Let me make this more beautiful,” and she fashions a detailed harness with more pink rope and knots it well with all the works to fully accentuate Lucille’s form—and objectify Major Lucille Rossi.

I am treated differently from Maddy and Lucille. I am silenced with an orange ball gag to match my bondage. I have my V-neck shirt, and the shirt is pulled down to show my own bra, my navy blue lacy bra, and Lieutenant Sanders seems to enjoy this too much, “I get paid by the U.S. Army to humiliate officers that hold rank over me. Isn’t it wonderful?” she coos in a more honest and chilling manner, unafraid to speak without euphemisms or flowery deceptions, a wretch who likes this kind of thing. She pulls my bra down my chest and shoulders before more of the bright orange rope creates my own harness. Do I have any dignity remaining? “So lovely,” Lieutenant Sanders gropes my breasts with satisfaction and whispers in my ear, “You. Are. Beautiful.”

Then there’s Captain Perez. She has a head harness ball gag pulled over her by Lieutenant Knoll with all the straps being tightened until they’re secure but not painful either. The Lieutenant is a bit more kindly at first, but then she sneers, “That’ll shut your f-ckin’ trap, b-tch. That white ball gag is such a perfect match for your positively whorish outfit.” The black shirt is unbuttoned for the revelation of a black lacy bra that is unhitched. Red rope forms Teresa’s harness to match all the other ropes that already bind her, but Lieutenant Knoll grabs the firm breasts and looks right in Captain Perez’s eyes, “That’ll keep you as the most comfortable, quiet, gorgeous piece of eye candy on the whole ship, now won’t it?” and then pinches the Captain’s nipples.

“Owww! Wha ith honh hith -ou?!” Teresa is horrified by this open sadism from the Lieutenant.
“Just a housewarming present for you, lovely Spaniard,” Lieutenant Knoll declares gleefully.

Then a table displays on the TV screen, as it to further classify and demean us:

Rank	First	Last	Bondage	Gag
Maj.	Maddy	Vee	Rope: Green	Capt. Oliveira’s socks + tegaderm
Maj.	Lucille	Rossi	Rope: Pink	Maj. Pulaski’s socks + tegaderm
Capt.	Paulina	Oliveira	Rope: Orange	Orange Ball Gag
Capt.	Teresa	Perez	Rope: Red	White Ball Gag Harness
1st Lt.	Genevieve	Badeaux	TBD
1st Lt.	Nichole	Shockman	TBD
1st Lt.	Annie	Oakes	TBD
2nd Lt.	Kaci-Lee	Masters	TBD
2nd Lt.	Penny	Nichols	TBD

“We want you to enjoy the experience though. Major Pulaski,” Roxanne clasps her hands like a girl who’s swooning over a man, “Be an absolute shining star in my life and give these gorgeous dolls a most pleasurable experience. Make sure it’s tightly against their bodies and have fun with the settings,” then Roxanne turns to the five, the Silent Five, who have eyes that could kill, “Now it is time for another little poll to decide what’ll come for you girls. Yes, another poll,” she looks ready to squeal with delight over our collective suffering, “Hope for the best, my dears. It sure is not going to be rope after we just joyously roped those four total, absolute losers of the last poll.”

And Julia Pulaski approaches us Majors and Captains with a basket full of vibrator wands.

For your reference in the next poll:

1st Lieutenant Genevieve Badeaux: red pantyhose, white pumps, blue miniskirt, American flag crop top, American flag bandana headband

1st Lieutenant Nichole Shockman: red leggings, blue pumps, blue leather miniskirt, red blouse

1st Lieutenant Annie Oakes: brown pantyhose, beige canvas sneakers, sage flowy knee skirt, brown polo shirt. sage classic paisley bandana headband

2nd Lieutenant Kaci-Lee Masters: skin-tone pantyhose, red heels, denim miniskirt, black t-shirt

2nd Lieutenant Penny Nichols: red crew socks, white canvas sneakers, blue miniskirt, red polo, blue classic paisley bandana kerchief

END OF CHAPTER 2

Just voted.

CHAPTER 3: Trussed Up

“Oh, thank you,” Roxanne takes a bow, “Thank you to all the beautiful people who voted. It will be a pleasure to satisfy your desires. Now, I must be creative about your captivities. Oh, Major Pulaski, do enjoy yourself,” she coos some more, “Enjoy applying those vibrators all too much!”

Major Pulaski is a sick f-ck. She enjoys attaching the wands to our thighs and putting them right up against our bodies for maximum effect. She attaches them all to one plug for extra insult and uses that to turn them all on at once, evoking a collective shriek from me, Captain Perez, Major Rossi, and Major Vee. “That sounds so good. Oh, ladies, enjoy,” she gleams and turns away.

“Excuse me?” Lieutenant Shockman finally stands up, “What the f-ck is going on here? Tell me who died and left you with this kind of egregious power. Sorry, not sorry, no f-cks given!”

“Oh, no one died for me to have this power,” Roxanne takes out an emery board and plays with a broken nail, sanding it to perfection, “But General Nance likes my blowjobs.”

“General Nance? The head of all medical and psychiatric units?” Lieutenant Badeaux turned in a horrified grimace, “You have a Three-Star General in your f-cking pocket?!”

“Lieutenants Shockman and Masters, watch your language,” the dominatrix points her nail file at them, “I have nice, larrrrgggeee,” she pauses to savor the words, “ball gags,” she again pauses to add drama, “and dirty laundry available for both of you,” she almost coos as she says the words, “And if I must do that, then my report on your behavior will not be favorable.”

I’ll use military abbreviations for simplicity now.

“See if I f-cking care,” Lt. Shockman flashes two middle fingers right at the Colonel, a true act of defiance that is almost certainly going to be crushed, “Kiss my ass, c-ck-s-cking wh-re!”

“Don't be an idiot!” Lt. Masters pleads for no further escalations, “Shockman, sit down!”

“Ah, Lt. Masters, I see you have tact and wisdom. I’m surprised because my intelligence said to expect you to be the foul one,” Roxanne's voice drips with feigned disappointment, “Too bad. A special prize awaits you, Lt. Shockman. A rude surprise to say the very least.”

“Lick my f-cking p-ssy dry!” an angry Lt. Shockman refuses to back down from the fight.

“Ahhh ha ha haaa!” Col. Rutledge lets out her signature cackle, “Oh, Madison, I have one that I know you will love tying up and gagging,” then her eyes glaze over, “with my socks!”

“I really don’t know which one of these psychopaths is the worst of the lot,” Lt. Oaks finally lets out her own piece of defiance, “You’re all unhinged and dangerous and ought to be locked up!”

“Oh, cute little Lt. Oakes,” Maj. Pulaski squeezes Lt. Oakes’ cheek as if she were an infant, “You say the silliest things. We have a perfect record of all our contestants being able to return to their normal duties after we’re through with them. If you need a discharge, it’ll be honorable after this is all said and done, but,” she turns frightfully serious with a cold tone and a frown, “if you fight us too much, there might be a dishonorable discharge in your future for insubordination.”

“Julia, Julia, Julia,” Roxanne clasps her hands together as if swooning, “You say the most endearing things. I love the way you enforce the rules. Anyway, Miss Knoll, please enjoy your stardom for the moment. Use duct tape to restrain this irritant, Lt. Shockman,” she waves with a hand as if she’s asking for a bug to be squashed and cleaned off the floor.

“DO IT! NOW!” Lt. Shockman sneers with crossed arms, “You’ll be doing me a favor!”

“Nooooooo!” Lt. Knoll smiles and pulls Lt. Shockman’s arms behind her back, “You need them to be crossed like this!” she then wraps a brutal ‘+’ of tape around the ‘✕’ formed by crossing Lt. Shockman’s wrists, “See? Now you’re trapped,” the blonde gleefully whispers in her prey’s ear.

“May I kindly point out just how f-cked up this is?” Lt. Masters asks with a faked innocent smile upon her face, “Why do you want to do this to us? We’re just M*A*S*H* nurses and doctors.”

“I promise that I will answer that question,” Roxanne turns to the kindly blonde, “I’m glad to see you stub your toe finally after all this time. I promise a prize for dropping that f-cking f-bomb.”

“Oh, boy. Here we go,” Lt. Oakes rolls her eyes, “Where strangle hogties are symbols of kindly friendship, forced orgasm is interpreted as a love ballad, and dirty sock gags are bizarre ways to express professional respect of the highest and most profound kind,” she pretends to retch at this.

“It’s because she slept her way through each promotion. She should have been 4-F’d,” the fierce Lt. Badeaux reminds the world of her presence, “On the basis of being freaking insane.”

“Ohhhhhhhhh Major Pulasssssssskiiiiiii,” Rutledge acts like she’s calling a friend, “We’re going to need the laced gags for Lts. Badeaux and Oakes. Enjoy preparing them,” and she turns to both of those two and clasps her hands together like a schoolgirl, “I promise they will be nasty, but the gags won’t be harmful. Just irritating,” and she puts a finger to her chin while smiling, “Yes, just like you. Irritating, like an itch that won’t go away no matter how much salve you put on it,” she says, walks up to Lt. Badeaux, and puts a hand on her belly, “Thank you for wearing a crop top.”

“Seriously, what the f-ck is wrong with you?!?” Lt. Badeaux stands up and fearlessly stares right into her psychological captor’s eyes, “You feed too much off of this!”

“She’s just twisted,” Lt. Shockman grimaces because her legs are being taped together above her knees, below her knees, and now at her ankles, “Just like this blonde b-tch is a f-cking pervert!”

“Oh, thank you for the reminder!” Roxanne sits down and playfully kicks off her boots, “I made a promise,” she says gleefully while pulling off her black crew socks, “That Lt. Shockman would be gagged with my socks,” and then that soulless gaze returns. “And I meant it wholeheartedly. I believe it’s time. Miss Pulaski, Miss Sanders,” she puts her boots back on and laces them up, “It is time to put Lts. Badeaux and Oakes in their rightful places. Do have fun, I implore you. This is a most jovial group, unlike those sad girls from 3205 M*A*S*H* unit from last month.”

“Don’t you dare, you trophy-wife b-stard!” Lt. Shockman watches with horror as Col. Rutledge’s socks approach her mouth, but her hair is pulled to encourage her to open her mouth, “MMMM!” She makes a face at the flavor while Lt. Knoll wraps her face in more of the yellow duct tape that already binds the rest of her body, making sure to pull each layer of tape as tight as possible, for a total of 7 layers wrapping her head, ensuring Roxanne’s socks will be there all night long.

“For you, our lovely little immigrant,” Julia fluffs Lt. Badeaux’s hair, “Cuffs. Cold, nasty, rigid, tight, merciless, heavy, unforgiving, unbreakable handcuffs.” She then clamps a pair of Irish-8 handcuffs on Lt. Badeaux’s wrists, with the key slot pointing away from Lt. her hands, making it impossible to escape without someone’s assistance, and Julia giggles like a child while pushing Lt. Badeaux back to a sitting position. The fire lives in the French girl’s eyes, and she remains totally silent even as a second pair of the Irish-8 handcuffs clamps around her ankles.

At the same time, Lt. Jessica Sanders pulls Lt. Oakes’ arms behind her back and folds them for a boxtie with the hands resting on the opposite elbows. “Isn’t this pleasant?” Jessica coos before a blue ziptie goes at the middle of the forearms. Two more connect each wrist to the crook of the adjacent elbow. Two more go in between, “A five ziptie boxtie. Does that make it a boxzip then?” Jessica laughs at her own question like she’d merely told a bad knock-knock joke, “Now, I a prize for you,” she dangles an electric green ball gag in front of Lt. Oakes, but there seems to be something wrong because it’s not an ordinary 1.5 inch ball gag and appears to be coated.

“Think twice before you UGGGHH!” Annie is gagged by the ball gag and instantly reacts with a bit of disgust, grimacing before turning to Lt. Badeaux, who is facing a head harness ball gag.

“This is ridiculous! You are insane! MMMMPH!” the purple 2 inch ball gag fills her mouth just as well, and Julia gleefully tightens all the straps while Lt. Badeaux reacts to the contaminants.

“It’s nothing too bad,” Roxanne coos while watching the gagging, “Some glycerin for body and to make sure you droooooollll in nice, big blobs. Vinegar for a little tang that tickles your tongue but doesn’t hurt it. A little alum so that your tongue and cheeks strongly cleave to that scrumptious sphere,” her voice drips with sarcastic pleasure, “Salt to make sure it all is so much more effective,” she taps a finger on her cheek in though, “Oh, right, and cornstarch for a bit of thickener to hold it all together. Don’t worry; your tastebuds will grow back in a week. I forgot that the vinegar and salt will also make you produce more drool than Pavlov’s dog.”

“How dare you insult us by comparing us to Pavlov’s poor innocent pooch!” Lt. Masters says in a tone of disgust, “We’re people, not animals! These experiments ought to be completely illegal in some shape, size, or form!” she shrieks, but Roxanne calmly comes up behind her and begins to use coated speaker wire to bind her elbows together behind her back, “Why?! Why?!” She’s hopping in place and wailing pitifully, “Please, Col. Rutledge! Please! Don’t do this!”

“They’re not experiments,” the dominatrix corrected her pretty prey, “They’re tests to see who’s the strongest, the most ‘Army Strong,’ and the most resilient and obedient,” and then she evoked a quick, sharp shriek by tightly cinching the wire and knotting it off, “I love when a girl bends so easily. You’re a most interesting young woman, Lt. Masters. We’re going to have fun.”

Lt. Badeaux now has rigid hinged handcuffs on her arms above her elbows, turning her arms into a useless club. Locking straps line her legs in tightness, crushing her legs together, and for more domination each one of the eight straps—four for her thighs and four for her legs—has one padlock of its own. A large leather body harness is now pulled over her body, with a crotch strap that is put under skirt to be personal yet not overly invasive. The straps are all pulled tight by the sadistic Maj. Pulaski, who enjoys her predation in the most charming silence I ever heard. There is a gleam coming from Lt. Badeaux’s navel piercing, her only remaining dignity at this point.

Lt. Oakes is suffering in her own way, with the blue zipties lining her legs. Six half-inch zips go up her lower legs from her ankles to her knees, and five go up her thighs from her ankles to her waist. I’ve noticed a sickening pattern—no one’s chest is secured too much. They want there to be exposure for the five girls. No tape secures Lt. Shockman’s arms to her torso either. The big leather body harness around Lt. Badeaux’s trunk leaves the possibility of baring her breasts. It’s a sick display of the most horrid kind, and these psychiatric unit monsters know it and love it.

“Lt. Masters,” Roxanne works on a waist and crotch wire that goes under Lt. Master’s skirt, “It’s not too often I get to tie up a girl as lovely as you, but I did make you a promise. Would a lovely assistant do me a favor and begin to restrain Lt. Nichols? I need her socks!” She says such rude things as if they’re perfectly normal things to do, “You’re just going to love the yarn,” Roxanne says while cinching and knotting the wire to pin Lt. Masters’ arms to her torso.

“Me?” Lt. Nichols, who has remained silent all this time, finally speaks, “You want my socks? I can just take them off for you and—” her words are cut off by the cooing, diabolical Lt. Knoll.

“Not necessary. I’ll do it myself,” Lt. Knoll smiles and begins using black yarn to ensnare little Lt. Nichols’ wrists together behind her back, “It’ll be my fun,” she cinches and knots the yarn in a playful manner and jams an orange rubber dog ball, through the holes of which she’s threaded a black bandana, and tightly knots the bandana to gag poor Lt. Nichols, who only got to talk once.

“Mmmmmmmm!” Lt. Shockman looks around herself with increasing levels of despair evident.

Lt. Shockman struggles in her tape and despondently watches what is happening now to the two remaining Lieutenants, Masters and Nichols. Lt. Masters has the wire tie her legs in excess like the zipties on Lt. Oakes’ legs. Her ankles, shins, knees, and lower, middle, and upper thighs are all tied together. Lt. Sanders assists Lt. Knoll so they can quickly capture Lt. Nichols, binding the little girl’s arms above the elbows, below the elbows, and at the middle forearms and her legs at her ankles, lower shins, upper shins, knees, and lower, lower-middle, upper-middle, and upper thighs. A strong waist and crotch yarn follows, also going underneath her skirt. Her socks are taken off her feet and handed to Col. Rutledge, who takes a sniff of them as if they’re flowers.

“Oh, Lt. Nichols, such a strong odor from a tiny girl who is too short to go on most rides at the amusement park,” she says this with a sadistic gleam in her eye, as if this is a compliment, “I’m glad to use these on Lt. Masters and promise you that you will both regret even being born.”

“Sh-t! No! No!” Lt. Masters shakes her head, “C-nt! No! MMMMM!” not only is her mouth stuffed with Penny’s socks, but also a tegaderm goes over her lips to ensure they’ll stay there.

And us? Capts. Vee and Rossi and Majs. Perez and Oliveira (that’s me!)? We’re all sitting here all by ourselves, helplessly staring at the out-of-reach battery unit powering the vibrators that’ve been making us have a quiet, painful orgy. You forgot about us, didn’t you? You forgot about a quartet of high-ranking officers who were brutally bound and gagged and suffering already, but I assure you that Roxanne hasn’t forgotten about us because we’re a captive audience to all of her theatrics. Oh, damn. You’ve forgotten about us really badly. Time for two quick tables!

Rank + Name	Pants	Skirt	Shirt	Footgear	Bandana
1st Lt. Genevieve Badeaux		Blue miniskirt	American flag crop top	White pumps	American flag headband
1st Lt. Nichole Shockman	Red leggings	Blue leather miniskirt	Red blouse	Blue pumps
1st Lt. Annie Oakes	Brown pantyhose	Sage flowy knee skirt	Brown polo	Beige canvas sneakers	Sage classic paisley headband
2nd Lt. Kaci-Lee Masters	Skin-tone pantyhose	Denim miniskirt	Black t-shirt	Red heels
2nd Lt. Penny Nichols	Red crew socks	Blue miniskirt	Red polo	White canvas sneakers	Blue classic paisley kerchief
Maj. Maddy Vee		Black-red plaid miniskirt	Black turtleneck t-shirt	Red combat boots	Red classic paisley headband
Maj. Lucille Rossi	Brown pantyhose	Pale denim miniskirt	Multi-color pinstripe button-up	White pumps	Black western paisley headband
Capt. Paulina Oliveira		Navy blue flowy miniskirt	White long-sleeve V-neck	White canvas sneakers	Navy western paisley kerchief
Capt. Teresa Perez	Black pantyhose	Black-white checked knee skirt	Black button-up	White pumps
Col. Roxanne Rutledge	Black leggings + socks	Black leather miniskirt	Black sleeveless	Black combat boots	Black scrunchie (ponytail)

Rank + Name	Bondage	Gag	Extras	Shirt was...
Maj. Maddy Vee	Rope: Green	Capt. Oliveira’s socks + tegaderm		Pulled up
Maj. Lucille Rossi	Rope: Pink	Maj. Pulaski’s socks + tegaderm		Unbuttoned
Capt. Paulina Oliveira	Rope: Orange	Orange 1.5 inch Ball Gag		Pulled down
Capt. Teresa Perez	Rope: Red	White 2.0 inch Ball Gag Harness		Unbuttoned
1st Lt. Genevieve Badeaux	Cuffs + Straps	Purple 2.0 inch Ball Gag Harness	Laced Gag
1st Lt. Nichole Shockman	Tape: Yellow	Col. Rutledge’s socks + duct tape
1st Lt. Annie Oakes	Zips: Blue	Electric 1.5 inch Ball Gag	Laced Gag
2nd Lt. Kaci-Lee Masters	Coated wire	2nd Lt. Nichols’ socks + tegaderm
2nd Lt. Penny Nichols	Yarn: Black	Orange Dog Ball w/black bandana

Rank + Name	Arms	Legs	Other Bondage	Crotch rope	Harness
Maj. Maddy Vee	2 ropes	6 ropes	Ankle rope wrapped around heels	Yes, rope	Yes, rope
Maj. Lucille Rossi	Boxtied	6 ropes	Ankle rope wrapped around heels	Yes, rope	Yes, rope
Capt. Paulina Oliveira	Crossed	4 ropes	Orange string on bare big toes	Yes, rope	Yes, rope
Capt. Teresa Perez	2 ropes	6 ropes	Ankle rope wrapped around heels	Yes, rope	Yes, rope
1st Lt. Genevieve Badeaux	2 cuffs	8 straps	Bondage strap body harness	Yes, strap
1st Lt. Nichole Shockman	Crossed	4 strips
1st Lt. Annie Oakes	Boxtied	10 zips	Five zips along boxtied arms
2nd Lt. Kaci-Lee Masters	3 wires	6 wires	Ankle wire wrapped around heels	Yes, wire
2nd Lt. Penny Nichols	4 yarns	8 yarns	Yarn on bare big toes	Yes, yarn

If she has more than 1 arm bond, then her arms are tied together. Crossed means her wrists are crossed.
2 arm bonds = restrained at wrists, above elbows
3 arm bonds = restrained at wrists, above elbows, below elbows
4 arm bonds = restrained at wrists, above elbows, below elbows, at middle forearms

All legs are tied together.
4 leg bonds = ankles, knees, lower and upper thighs
6 leg bonds = ankles, knees, lower and upper thighs, shins, middle thighs
6 leg bonds = ankles, knees, lower and upper thighs, shins, middle thighs
8 leg bonds = ankles, knees, lower and upper thighs, lower and upper shins, lower and upper middle thighs

OK, OK, those tables are the same ones that Roxanne put up on the TV screen. Remember that we’re in a yacht’s ballroom right now, so we’re all in this casually lit room intended for beauty of a more pleasant kind, although the carpeted section with the couches and the TV screen suggests a room perhaps used for more than just dancing. After Roxanne’s comments about the polishing of the floors, as if we would ruin the ambiance by hopping around and drooling on them. So we are here, four bound, gagged, bare-breasted, vibrated officers. Struggling, squirming, twitching, gag talking… and temporarily forgotten by all of our five underlings, it seems. Between the four of us, we’ve probably orgasmed—just a guess—around 20-25 times. It’s hard to tell because our dear Capt. Perez isn’t too loud when she orgasms. I’m not loud either, to be fair.

“Oh, my beautiful quartet,” Roxanne points a finger at us, “Don’t think I have forgotten you. I’ll be back to you four for your own personal escalations,” her gleam is sinister and turns to a grin.

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A most creative and entertaining Show this is - and well, yes, just a little mad

Unusual? Well yes, i suppose it was. Entertaining? Again yes, without a doubt!

This is the last call for the readers to provide feedback before I have no choice but to give up on this story. Two votes in a poll does not cut it in a story that is completely controlled by the reader choices. Now, come on, folks, if you're back on here, give this one your two cents and have fun seeing how Roxanne makes it all unfold in her sinister fashion!