It was two minutes to five in the morning when Elaine Garcia awoke from her peaceful slumber in her hotel room. Nine years of service in the United States Army had conditioned her body to wake up before the first streaks of dawn. She unlocked her phone to switch the alarm, slated to ring at 5AM, into a thirty-minute workout timer. Elaine grabbed her messy morning hair and tied it into a sporty ponytail before slipping on...

Major Elaine Garcia arrived at Protium Research Park at 7:22 AM. She was still deep in her erotic daydream, lost in her own world of desire when the autonomous car's navigation system brought her back to reality. Her left hand was firmly placed on her heaving breast, while her right hand was deep inside her skirt, toying with the secondary shield of her chastity belt. Despite her dislike of vaginal penetration, the chasti...

Major Elaine Garcia stood before a transparent glass panel, exuding elegance in her custom-tailored dark-blue US Army Class A uniform. Her shapely legs, spread apart as wide as her A-line skirt allowed, were supported by a pair of high-gloss, patent-black stilettos. A pair of nude-colored fully-fashioned stockings encased her legs, with their seams lining her calves and connecting the triangular European heels to the stoc...

Elaine Garcia, a First Lieutenant in the US Army, was bound and suspended. Her body hung gracefully in the air, about a meter from the ground, signifying an enticing surrender. Her limbs were stretched wide, her arms reaching for the heavens, her legs spread wide open in an enticing invitation. A robust metal spreader bar, hung horizontally from the ceiling, served as her suspension support. Each of its ends was ensnared...

Anastasiya led Major Elaine Garcia to the control room outside her ward. In Ana's hand was a hermetic container holding The Catalyst—a phallus-shaped cylinder resembling a dildo—which she had just extracted from Elaine's vagina. The container in Ana's grip felt like an invisible leash, gently tugging at Elaine's delicate neck, compelling her to follow. Each click of Ana's high heels resonated seductively against the hardw...

Major Elaine Garcia's vision was blurry as she found herself sprawled face-down on a bed. Before her, a horizontal mirror angled slightly downward, reflecting her form stripped of her signature blue Army Service Uniform. Beads of perspiration glistened on her bare skin, catching the flickering amber glow of candlelight, transforming her body into a canvas of liquid gold. Usually pulled back in a severe bun, her hair had c...

The gentle rays of the Sunday morning sun filtered through the emerald canopy of maple leaves. This particular day of the week held special significance for Major Elaine Garcia. It was a brief respite from her meticulously tailored blue Army Service Uniform that hugged every curve of her body like a second skin—from the crisp collar that teased her neck with its starched edges, to the form-fitting jacket that contrasted h...

Reporting to her superior in Septagon necessitated her passage through a security checkpoint. Fortunately for Major Elaine Garcia, her rank bestowed upon her the rare privilege of completing the mandatory pat-down procedures in a private examination room, away from the prying eyes of male security personnels. A career servicewoman that she was, having navigated this mandatory security ritual countless times, she had becom...

Elaine's shoulders nearly brushed against the gray walls as she swiveled in her chair. Her rack of military ribbons jutted from her heaving chest, the metallic elements catching and amplifying the harsh fluorescent light that burned down from above, the only illumination in this windowless box they called an office. Her gaze drifted to where a window should have been only to find nothing but more oppressive institutional...

Rain hammered against the floor-to-ceiling windows. The water droplets filtering Arlington's lights across the Potomac turned them into a kaleidoscope of gold and crimson bokeh. On the other side of the glass, two women sat in intimate seclusion, basking in the amber glow of chandelier light. Sergeant Major Williams traced one blood-red nail around the rim of her wine glass. Her dewy, glistening crimson lipstick smeared t...