Extract from Uniform Doll

Jade is abused by a butch lesbian army sergeant

'You think I'm passing you up on a quickie?' Mo answered. 'A live one like you, Jade? I'm taking you home, girl.'

'Hey! No!'

'What's the matter? You want more, don't you?'

'Yeah, but...'

'Then cut the crap, you'll get what you want, in plenty.'

'All right, but where are we going? And could you untie me?'

'Back to my accommodation.'

'Where's that?'

'Aldershot.'

'Well, okay, but I've got to get back this evening. Look, you'll put me on a train or something won't you? Please could you untie...'

'Shut up,' she interrupted.

I shut up, sort of. She delved into one of the bags, pulling out first a sock, then a pair of knickers, soiled ones, with a big stain on the crotch and sweat marks were they'd pulled tight to the girl's pussy and bum crease.

'Open your mouth,' she ordered.

'No!' I protested. 'They're filthy, and smelly! Whose are they?'

'Corporal Jane Lewis,' she read from the label. 'One of my best.'

'I don't care how good she is, I don't want her dirty knickers in my mou...'

I stopped abruptly, because Mo had pinched my nose and stuffed the panties in my face. I could smell the Corporal's pussy, her sweat too, stale and strong as I struggled to pull away.

I got it done to me, inevitably. I mean, I'd just been given a belting, and she was very much in charge. Despite my struggles my mouth came open in the end, and Jane Lewis's dirty knickers were forced into my mouth. They tasted horrid, of stale pee and sweat, making me grimace as Mo tied them off with two equally filthy socks.

With me gagged, she didn't even bother to cover my boobs or bum, but just left me there, lying among the laundry bags with the taste of some stranger's dirty panties in my mouth. They were really dry too, the cotton soaking up all the moisture in my mouth, forcing me to chew on them to make spit, which made the taste even worse.

The back of the cover was fastened, I felt the Jeep rock to Mo's weight, and we set off, bumping across the field. She drove fast, bumping me about in the back and rolling me to one side or the other with every corner, until I was bruised and dizzy, feeling slightly sick. It seemed to go on for ever too, and all the while I could do nothing but wriggling in my bounds, trying to lessen my discomfort.

It may have hurt, but it really got to me, just being bound, utterly helpless, which nobody can understand unless they've had it done to them. My throbbing, belted bottom made it worse, as did the horrid taste in my mouth, and the nagging fear that I'd let myself in for more than I could handle. All that would have been strong, but half stripped, with my top up around my neck and my combats and knickers pulled well down, it was almost too much. I had everything showing, including a well smacked bottom, and for all I knew we'd have to pass a check point or something, and someone would look in, probably a man. By the time the Jeep finally pulled to a stop I was snivelling, close to tears with worry.

There was no check point. When Mo pulled open the flaps I saw that we were in a garage, with the door safely closed. She lifted me out, easily, and slung me across her shoulder, putting her hand on my bottom to hold me steady. Hanging head down over her back, with one of the laundry bags half over my head, I didn't see much, only the green stair carpet as she marched up to her bedroom, then the coverlet as I was thrown down.

Mo stood over me, grinning and nodding her head in satisfaction. I looked back, feeling small and scared, but alive with the moment and anticipation of what was to come. She reached down, her fingers going to the knots on the laundry bags. They were pulled open, my ankles, then my wrists. I was stripped, my boots and socks pulled off, my trousers and panties, my top last, leaving me nude. The gag came last, pulled out to leave me to run to the loo, where I did my best to spit out the stale taste. Mo watched me, chuckling.

I needed to pee too, and I sat down as soon as I'd had a glass of water to rinse my mouth out. She didn't move, and I realised I was going to have to do it in front of her. As I had with the butch girls in the club toilet, I swung round, spreading my thighs to let her watch it come out. I looked at her, and she met my eyes, her strong, hard gaze locked with mine, before moving slowly down, to my bare pussy. I let go, shutting my eyes as the pee spurted from my body, to tinkle into the water beneath me. There was a lot, all the beer I'd drunk at the festival. I was shaking so much that it went everywhere, on the seat, down my thighs too, so that even when I'd finished it was dripping off my pussy lips and bum cheeks.

'I hope you're going to clean that up?' Mo said, nodding to the patch on the seat.

I nodded back, my body trembling harder than ever as I got up and turned around. I knew what she meant, exactly.

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