A witch to ensure her base is loyal to her and her alone

“I am sure they don’t know what exactly is going on,” Jen flubbed.

“Hmm,” Anastasia smiled at her, “Untie Mary Jane and let’s prepare for the day.”

*

Anastasia was getting a bit annoyed, part of keeping this base on lock down meant that no one could enter or leave. And as a result she was stuck using the borrowed uniforms and the base laundry facilities. For a noblewoman, she was roughing it as they say. She couldn’t wait to be able to leave the base and go find some of her preferred equipment, uniforms and personal supplies. Stepping outside the door she found one of her loyal troopers standing guard.

“Ah,” Anastasia smiled at the man in urban camouflage, “Alley Viper Thirty one, Nine-One-One. Take Miss. Watson down to the small arms range and give her primary instructions on small arms and find a pocket pistol to issue to her.”

“Yes Baroness,” the Alley Viper said coldly.

*

Jen watched as the red head followed the faceless trooper. She then followed Baroness as she made her way to command center. Jen noticed the Vipers on guard were the ones that had come with the Baroness, and the communications stations were maned by the Baroness’ detachment of Tele-vipers. So far the Baroness had been great to her, last night’s spanking with a belt had been more than she normally was into, but it still turned out to be a great night.

Baroness sat down for her briefing while Jen got her a coffee. One of her friends a Blue Shirt reserve trooper came over as well.

“How much longer are we going to be on lock down?” the woman said, “I am sure by now the school has filed a missing person report and the police will be looking for me.”

“How should I know,” Jen whispered, “The Baroness doesn’t share much of her plans with me and I have no idea what the lab-rats say most of the time.”

Her teacher friend took the cups of coffee to the base officers. Jen brought the coffee to Baroness.

“Major, I think we both know you are trying to violate my orders,” the Baroness pronounced.

“Ah Baroness,” the man stammered.

“Enough,” Baroness cut him off, “Your problem is you don’t have faith that I am acting in your best interest. Everyone knows what happens when Cobra Commander gets a hold of technology before we have all of the bugs worked out. And this project still has a lot of bugs. It might never be completely able to provide what we need out of it. It is in our best interests to keep quit for now.”

“Baroness I trust you,” the major said in a calculated tone, “My concern is that our isolation will garner more attention than is justifiable.”

“I have considered that problem and am working on a way to resolve the problem,” Baroness gave a creepy predatory smile.

*

Mary Jane was unused to the weight of the rifle in her hands, but she didn’t want to disappoint her mistress. So she tried to pay attention to what the man was teaching her. What she hadn’t considered was the how much more difficult that it was for her to use a real rifle rather than the toy props she had handled as a model.

“Once we get the basics out of the way with your carbine,” the Alley Viper reassured her, “We will break for lunch and get you a concealed carry.”

*

Jen watched as the Baroness’ Viper secured her in the seat off the Brainscanner prototype. She was unsure what the Baroness was going to do next. Jen knew that latching on as a personal favorite of the Baroness could help her in her career in Cobra, but if she was on the wrong side of a conflict it could cost her dearly. Jen was unsure if she should be reporting back what little she did know to the Major. The fact that the Baroness was willing to share her bed but not her thoughts spoke to how much of a paranoid the Baroness was. Soon the psycho crank science started up again. The Baroness’ guard watched her as the machines emitted their noise and lightshow. Soon it came to a crescendo. The oversized cylinder started to open up. Jen looked as the cloud of fog cleared. Out of the fog came a black haired woman in a black leather trench coat and top hat. She smiled as she walked forward opened the trench coat. Jen could see the cobra emblem embossed on the leather of the coat’s lapel. She moved to the Baroness’ side as the mystery woman approached the officer as well. Jen started to see the outfit under the trench coat. The mystery woman wore a pair of black leather heeled over the knee boots, black leather hot pants, a black leather bustier with a red cobra logo on the chest and a pair of cobra logo ear studs. The woman walked up to the Baroness and the two kissed. The Baroness whispered something to the mystery woman and a wicked smile crossed her crimson painted lips.

“Sevals evol ekil noitseuq tuohtiw sdnammoc reh yebo dna ssenoraB eh tot layol yletelpmoc si esab eht in enoyreve!” the woman shouted.

Jen’s mind went blank for a moment.

*

Mary Jane felt it, she watched the other people on the shooting range pause and noticed that they had wet spots forming at the crotches of their pants. She felt the love for her mistress.

*

Anastasia smiled as she could feel the lustful stares all fall on her.

“Thank you Zatanna,” she kissed her personal witch, “I couldn’t let them break lock down until I was sure of their absolute loyalty. And the shits had been getting cabin fever.”

“Well they will live, fuck and die for you now mistress,” Zatanna had a warm smile on her lips now, “Who is this little minion?”

Anastasia looked where Zatanna was pointing and there was Jen on her knees with a black wet patch spreading down her pants.

“That is the aid Jen,” Anastasia leaned on Zatanna as she turned around to look at the glassy eyed woman, “Jen darling, you were assigned to me in order to betray me weren’t you.”

It wasn’t a question.

“Yes Baroness,” Jen said calmly, “I was to gain your trust by any means necessary. My orders were to report back. I hadn’t decided whether to be loyal to you, the Major or to betray both of you in order to get a place in the Commander’s good graces.”

“I thought as much,” Anastasia said, “And now?”

“Mistress please execute me for even daring to think about betraying you. I am unworthy to serve you,” Jen started crying.

Anastasia snapped her fingers getting the young woman’s attention.

“Fetch the Major for me,” Anastasia ordered.

*

Anastasia sat at the conference table looking over personal files, smiling smugly. One of the reserve blue suiters was on his hands and knees serving as her foot rest. Zatanna was playing with a formerly disloyal tele-viper turned human pony boy.

“Major Corning,” Jen announced as she led the man in.

It was clear that the major had been beaten, from the looks of it, self-inflicted.

“Major,” Anastasia calmly intoned, “Tell me what your pathetic plans were.”

“I was going to betray you to Zartan,” Major Corning sobbed, “We would inform the Commander of your planned treason.”

“What would be a fitting punishment, Zatanna dear what do you think?” Anastasia said theatrically.

“Sucide with his side arm is too swift,” Zatanna said, “Maybe we could make him your pony!”

“No,” Anastasia snickered in spite of herself, “Go to the weapons locker and pickout something nice. I want you to hand deliver it as a gift to Zartan. First however get changed and harden your heart.”

“Yes Mistress,” the Major stopped crying, “Would some see-four work?”

“Yes,” Anastasia smiled, “and find a gift box for cheap chocolates to put it in.”

“I leave with your permission Mistress,” the Major begged.

“Be gone,” Anastasia flicked her wrist, “Jen, I understand you are a Lieutenant. I am promoting you to Captain and since you are now the senior officer, I am naming you commander of this base.”

“Thank you Mistress,” Jen smiled.

“Now Captain, I expect you to show me your gratitude with your tongue,” Anastasia smiled, “Zatanna, I was wondering how good you are at teleportation.”

“What were you thinking?” Zatanna asked.

*

“Welcome back,” the sergeant said, “We got some bad news for you.”

“Vermont didn’t pan out,” Scarlet said, “Yeah we know. One of our **** guys went up there flashing his FBI badge when they reported teachers missing, but they couldn’t find anything else.”

“Yeah,” a squirrel wearing a Private First Class rank tab spoke up, “Canadian search and Rescue reported finding the teachers on the wrong side of the boarder after they went camping.”

“Now for the real fun news, show them,” the Sergeant told a specialist.

“Facial recognition got a ninety-four percent match in the Netherlands, Amsterdam,” the young black girl said, “They smiled for the camera before going into this store. We tried to get a hold of Interpol, but they are hanging up on us.”

“How long ago?” Lady Jaye asked.

“Five Minutes ago,” the black girl said, “This place called ‘the mask.’ Got the hackers trying to get in.”

“No go,” one of the hackers called from their computers, “The store’s security system doesn’t have video monitoring capacity, looks like the CCTV elements are entirely internal.”

“What are they doing?” Scarlet wondered aloud.

“I think they are shopping for more fetish wear, maybe a few sex toys,” the other hacker blushed.

“What?” Lady Jaye went over, “What are you looking at?”

“I am inside the store’s computer,” the blushing hacker squirmed in his chair, “This store sells bondage items, sex toys and latex clothing.”

“That looks right up the Baroness’ alley,” Lady Jaye looked at the draft flyer of a woman in a black catsuit.

“So…” Scarlet closed her eyes for a second, “She snuck on a slow boat to Europe and is celebrating in Amsterdam with some of her detail. Keep trying to get a hold of Interpol and our units in Europe. She is probably armed.”

*

Anastasia looked at her watch, they had spent an hour shopping. She looked back at her friends, Mary Jane looked lovely in the latex dress and Zatanna was ‘rocking’ the latex top and skirt look. She had to admit the school mistress number she was wearing was a welcome relief after wearing the borrowed uniforms.

“How about dinner,” Anastasia smiled, “What about LA, we will be too early for the crowds if we go now.”

“Let’s find an alley to disappear into Mistress,” Zatanna smiled.