6.1 ~ Nadia: One.

 

Afifa and I followed Mr. Kashif out of the dining room, while Lieutenant Ayad tagged along several paces behind us. The cafeteria was part of the administration block, on an army training base, in the middle of the desert. The military base was deserted because the army was between batches of recruits. It was a good job, because having semi naked young women walking about the base at normal times might have caused a riot.

The vast facilities gave Mr. Kashif and his fellow selectors the opportunity to put a group of girls, including me, through a series of gruelling tests. Their aim was to see if we were fit enough to continue onto a re-education course. What that entailed wasn't clear, in fact, Kashif was tight-lipped about the future of the successful girls.

Well, I didn't have to worry about that anymore, because Afifa and I had been withdrawn from the group and were about to be sent back to Kiashakan prison. We had to cross a concreted apron/parade ground to get to the main shed where the minibus dropped us off earlier in the day.

We left the prison at 9 o'clock and arrived at the base soon after eleven o'clock. We were wearing our leather harnesses by midday and were soon running in the blazing sunshine. After two races, we were taken to the dining room at two o'clock and were allowed an hour to eat our lunch.

When Kashif and Ayad showed up at three, to pull us out of the group, I was totally stunned. Noor reacted badly and I felt for the girl who I had befriended, not long after arriving at Kiashakan prison. The youngster had a bubbly energetic personality and a cute cheeky face that I would never forget. I sincerely hoped that she achieves her aim and goes to the assimilation training camp instead of being sent back to prison.

The blue box was where Ghalam had left it, just inside the huge double doors. Kashif stopped beside it and waited until Ayad was by his side. "After Lieutenant Ayad has removed your body harnesses and straps, she will take you for a shower, then you will return here and be prepared for travel. If either of you cause the Lieutenant any trouble, the punishment will be severe. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir," we responded.

He marched off, leaving us with the stern, overbearing female prison officer. "I'll remove your harnesses when we get to the shower, girls," she explained. "Take your shorts off and put them in the box."

After picking out two tunics from the box, the Lieutenant led us into the shed and across to the far corner where there was a door to a concrete yard. We had to walk tantalizingly close to the 15' diameter swimming pool with its clear sparkling, four feet deep water.

The open-air showers were a reasonable substitute and as soon as we turned two on, Afifa and I stepped under the cold spray. After the Lieutenant released the metal catch holding the cunt straps tight in our pussies, it only took a minute for us, helping each other, to remove the straps and harnesses.

As soon as Ayad withdrew each dildo, she handed them to us to clean, then removed her own t-shirt and panties so she could shower with us. With the sun shining directly on our bodies and the air being so humid and oven-like, the shower was an enjoyable few minutes in an otherwise awful day.

There was a real contrast between Afifa's and the Lieutenant's skin colour and mine. Theirs were a rich golden colour like manuka honey, while mine was much lighter due to my English heritage. Compared to the Lieutenant, both Afifa and I were petite and about 5'5" tall. We were both fit and had strong thighs, which was why Kashif chose us in the first place.

There was plenty of carbolic soap to clean our bodies and the Lieutenant didn't hurry us. Instead, she instructed us to clean her body. I knew from Noor that she had strong lesbian tendencies and that rumour was proven by her enjoyment of our attentions. Ayad was several sizes bigger and more muscular than we were but her body was perfectly proportioned.

I didn't know where the group was, but we weren't interrupted, and I didn't spot any drones spying on us. The Lieutenant guided us together, still under the spray.

"Seeing as you two are returning to Kiashakan and the others aren't, I'm going to take you under my wing and look out for you. Maybe get you a cushy job."

"Thank you, Ma'am," we responded.

"I want you both to show me some gratitude. Nadia, this time you can lap my pussy and Afifa you'll attend to my back door."

Knowing the influence that the woman had at the prison, it was a minor ignominy to have to suffer. Afifa had already dropped to her knees and had her face pressed against the woman's solid buttocks by the time I had descended.

With her legs spread wide, I thrust my face against her wet, hairy mons and began lapping her smooth, chubby lips. The woman had been trimmed so I homed in on her fleshy entrance and dove in with my tongue.

"Yes... Just there... That's good... Good girls, I can see we're going to make a good team..."

Ayad gripped my hair with one hand and Afifa's with the other and maintained the pressure until she was moaning softly during her orgasm. Eventually, she called a halt and allowed us to sit on a bench while our bodies dried in the blazing sun.

"Ma'am, do you think it will be long before we get another chance to try for the re-education program." I asked the Lieutenant.

The solidly built woman was pulling up her blue serge panties. "Nadia, it depends on whether there are enough promising girls in the prison. This time the selectors decided that you six were worth looking at. They'll probably return to the prison in six months' time and take another look."

My shoulders slumped. "Do you think they'll take the four girls that are left?" Afifa asked.

"Sergeant Talar is impressed with them, so they have a good chance. Come, put your tunics on. It's time to go."

Looking out at the vast open spaces, it was tempting to run away and keep running. I was sure I could outrun Ayad, but the drones would soon track me down. Either that or I would die in the desert. We trudged back through the huge shed, past the pool and over to the corner where the blue box was sitting on the ground.

Afifa and I stood like robots while the Lieutenant fastened the chain belts around our waists and snapped the cuffs on our wrists, at our sides. The adventure was over and I was a convict once again. She picked out two sets of leg irons then pointed back toward the main admin building.

"We're going back to the main building, I'll put these on you when we get to the detention block."

I hurried along beside the long striding Lieutenant. "Are we being put in a cell, Ma'am?"

"Only until the minibus arrives. It'll be here in an hour or two."

We approached a large two-story building that looked like the soldiers living quarters. We entered through a pair of glass doubles doors into a short corridor. At the far end was an identical pair of glass doors. The main building was on our right, but Ayad pushed through a door on the left. There was a metal plaque beside the door which read. 'Detention Centre'.

The male officer who was sitting at the desk jumped to his feet. His eyes roved over her muscular body starting with her tight panties and finishing with eye contact. "Ma'am!"

"Corporal, these are the two girls you're expecting, and these are their leg irons." She dumped them on the desk with a clatter.

"Thank you, Lieutenant. What time is the van arriving to pick them up?"

She looked up at the clock on the wall behind the desk. It read 3:25. "It'll be here about five o'clock. I must rush..." She didn't even say goodbye to us as she turned tail and hurried away.

The young soldier watched her fulsome ass sashaying until she disappeared, then came out from behind the desk and examined our faces. "What are your names?"

"Afifa, Sir."

"Nadia, Sir."

"Alright, turn around and walk straight ahead." He followed us toward a passageway that led to six cells, the doors of which were wide open. "Plenty of accommodation for you two," he crowed. "Afifa, you take number one, the first on your left. Nadia, yours is number four, the first on your right. I'll get your leg irons."

The prison cell was luxury compared to the 'loft' cage at Kiashakan. However, I felt sick to my stomach to be back in a cell - any cell. I sat down on the bed and surveyed the small room. There was a standard stainless-steel toilet pan and wash basin at the end. The cell was 6 or 7 feet wide and ten feet long. I heard the soldier's footsteps so leant forward and watched him go into Afifa's cell. I could only see his back as he leant over the youngster.

It looked as though he made her lie on her back and lift her legs up to make it easier to fasten the leg irons on her, thus revealing her sex to him. I was seconds away from another chastening experience at the hands of a man who was tasked to supervise me.