They Secure Alan

Alan eyed the six Cadets with fear as the one on his shoulder chuckled. Not wanting to take any chances, she issued the order. "Alright girls, you know the drill: strip, subdue, and silence 'em! Make sure he's not hiding anything!"

With that, the dolls set upon Alan, leaping onto his chest and climbing up his prone legs, performing their duties with militaristic efficiency. Many dolls worked on removing his clothing using various blades taken from his father's workbench. One Cadet snapped another handcuff on his right wrist, then she and a Thorn dragged his right arm up toward another table leg. He thought about pulling away, but the dolls on his shoulders were a reminder of what would happen if he resisted. Feeling them gripping his ears and pressing cold blades to his skin, he let the moment of freedom slip by, soon hearing a click as he felt them secure his other wrist, stretching his arms wide.

The dolls with the roll of tape made their way up to Alan's head. They stuffed the needle cushion further into his mouth, then **** three long strips of tape over his lips, completely eliminating his ability to call for help. The same red-headed doll who had first stuffed his mouth patted his gag, "You just can't put a price on silence!"

When Alan's clothes lay in shreds on the ground and he was fully exposed, the dolls ogled and giggled menacingly as they went to work on him with the cables and twine.

While this was happening, Major Luger was sending other dolls to recon the area to gather intel and supplies, while most of them were busy manhandling Alan.

One Cadet held his feet together while two others finished a thick band of twine around his ankles. A Cassie, a Nikki, a Bright Eyes and a Thorn looped cable tightly around his knees. Two Cadets threw extension cords over his hips to a Bright Eyes and Thorn on the other side, who then fastened them to the legs of different work stations. Finally, six dolls tied extension cords around his biceps, pulled them taut and fastened them to the workbench he reached under when this nightmare began. Before long, they had his wrists shackled, arms stretched, pinned at the hips, and bound by the knees and ankles.

Once she was satisfied with the condition of the prisoner, the main cadet approached the Major and said, "Prisoner is clear and secure, ma'am."

The Major observed their now naked and completely immobile prisoner as she pondered their next step.

“Mm!” Alan grunted instinctively, squirming slightly until the dolls at his sides seized him by the cords over his hips.

“Ah-ah-ah, sugar,” the Nikki at Alan's shoulder chided, grabbing a handful of his hair. A Cadet on the other side did the same, and again pressing the flat of their blades to his throat.

“You should be more careful, honey, ” the Major condescended as she approached, her face a cold grin as opposed a bright smile like the others. "This is war, we need to know where you stand," she looked him over, hiding the same dominant glee in her eye, "Or where you lie, more accurately."

"Mm-mm-mmmm," he muffled, before the Cadet pinned his head back.

"Hush now baby. Women are talking."