Pella chewed miserably into her gag as the minutes dragged by. Her arms and legs had long ago fallen asleep. The dirt and rock strewn ground of the camp wasn't the best place to sit for a long period of time. A couple stones pressed uncomfortably into Pella's backside through the thin fabric of her panties.

Every time she  shifted, trying to clear the ground beneath her, though, their guard growled at her to keep still and stay quiet, aiming her submachine gun in Pella's direction to drive the point home.

Outside the camp, bright yellow searchlights slowly swept over the ground around the camp, but behind the sheds, the five prisoners and their guard were in pitch darkness. There was a new moon tonight, a perfect for something like this.

Out of the shadows, suddenly, the other raiders appeared. Four of the women carried long bundles of cloth. As they set them down, Pella noticed the wrapped bundles were squirming and kicking and softly moaning. They must have been more captives.

The partisans unwrapped their new prisoners. The four women inside had been bound hand and foot and gagged. One, an older woman, Pella recognized as the Commandant. The younger girl beside her was her aide.

The other two captives wore Moldoon uniforms. One of the women had a long, thin, white scar  across one cheek, likely acquired in a duel. She must have been the general, and the other woman beside her, a guard. The guard had a livid bruise on the side of her head where she'd been knocked out.

Tollim stood and walked over the partisan leader. "So what do we do with the rest of these bitches?" She asked, menacingly.

Raka frowned. "Hmmmm… Can't leave them here, now they've seen us, they could pick us out of a crowd…"

Pella felt her gut lurch as she realized the partisans were deciding whether or not to the prisoners! "MMMPPPHHH!!!" She grunted into her gag, pleading. The other captives must have come to the same conclusion, because they to, began crying into their gags, fearfully.

"I thought I told you to be quiet!" Tollim shouted at the prisoners, smacking Pella across the head. She brought her submachine gun up, ready to kill all of them. Pella cringed, expecting any moment to feel the bullet that would end her life.

Before the angry partisan could fire, Raka leapt forward and grabbed the gun barrel. "Wait!" she said, suddenly. "Someone will hear it!"

"Well then what are we going to do!" Tollim fumed. "We can't shoot them! We can't leave them behind!"   

"Well then, we'll just have to take them with us!" Raka said, determinedly. "We were planning on taking the general with us anyway."

"How?" Another partisan asked. "The plan was to sneak out through the wire, same way we got in. We can't do that now. We could take one, maybe two prisoners with us, but this many is just asking for trouble. We'd be spotted by the guard towers."

"I think I may have an idea…" Raka said, thinking hurriedly. "Deva, Millna, head to the motor pool and get your hands on a supply truck. One with a canvas cover. Drive out the main gate and keep going for maybe ten minutes, then loop around and come back."

Pella listened to the discussion hopefully. She didn't know what the partisan's plan was, and she doubted it meant anything good for her and the other captive soldiers, but at the moment, she was just glad they were talking about killing them all outright anymore.

Raka turned to the supply shed they were hiding behind. "Fressiik, do you think you can get this lock open. We're going to need a few things…"  


"Keep moving, partisan bitch!" Pella winced as one of the real partisans slapped her across the backside. Pella and the other captive soldiers had been roped into a long coffle at the neck, hands still tied behind their backs. Empty sandbags, stolen from the supply shed had been pulled over the captive's heads, hiding their real identities.

"What the hell is this?" Pella heard Sergeant Kollim, demand. "Sir!" she added a second later, seeing one of the partisans in the Moldoon officer's uniform.
"As you were, Sergeant. We caught these partisans attempting to infiltrate the base, probably trying to assassinate the general. They surrendered without a fight. I have orders to escort them to the nearby POW camp for interrogation. A truck has been sent to pick them by command."    

"I haven't heard anything…" Kollim said. "Why hasn't the alarm been raised?"
"We believe they have allies outside the camp. If they figure out we're onto them and have captured their strike team, they may cut and run before we find them. We're trying to keep things as quiet as possible until we can find them." The partisan said. "Of course, you can discuss this with the commandant and general if you want…"  

"No Ma'am."

Pella felt a tug on the coffle rope and was forced to start marching forward. She gritted her teeth, chewing bitterly on her gag. She' been unable to believe her ears when she'd heard their plan to get the captured soldiers out of the base. It was audacious, daring, stupid…

…and it was working! From the excited chatter of the soldiers on either side of her, gawking at the bound and gagged prisoners, they all bought the story. Beneath her hood, Pella's face blushed bright crimson with embarrassment. Getting captured was embarrassing enough, but getting captured like this!?!

Ahead of Pella in the coffle, General Krizah fumed, grunting angrily into her gag and struggling furiously against her bonds. A Moldoon accented soldier, one of the general's own honor guard walked over. "Quit squirming, you partisan bitch! I hope they ship all you miserable whores to the mines, to grub lead for bullets!"

Pella didn't see where the Moldoon soldier slapped the general, but Krizah shrieked in impotent fury and redoubled her efforts to get free, as all the assembled soldiers laughed at her humiliation.

The general's struggles were in vain, though. She had no chance of loosening her bonds anytime soon, and the coffle rope around her neck forced her to keep moving, or else be pulled off her feet and dragged along. The other captives trudged after her, heads bowed low in despair.

They reached the main gate and the partisans roughly brought their captives to a halt. As they waited, Pella heard Raka chatting amiably with the gate sentry. When the truck to pick them up arrived, the sentry woman opened the gate for the truck without question.

Pella felt hands grab her and lift her into the back of the truck. She was roughly pushed onto one of the wood benches on the side of the back of the truck. Two other prisoners sat beside her, pressed close to fit all the prisoners inside the truck.

For a second, it seemed as if the raiders were going to get away completely free. But then, just as the partisans were piling into the truck, the camp alarm began wailing. "The general's been abducted! Stop them!" someone shouted. Before the confused sentry woman knew what was going on, the two partisans at the back of the truck grabbed the woman and pulled her inside.

"Step on it, Deva!" Raka shouted. "Get us out of here!" Pella was thrown up against the woman beside her as the truck accelerated out of the camp. Pella tensed, expecting any minute to hear the sound of bullets hitting the truck, punching easily through the soft canvas back, to hit the women crowded inside.

Fortunately, aside from a few scattered rifle shots, which all went wild, none of the soldiers fired at the fleeing truck. The machine guns up in the towers were silent, the women manning them unwilling to risk hitting their captive comrades.

Meanwhile, as they drove further into the woods, the partisans piled onto their newest captive. The sentry woman put up a struggle, but was quickly reduced to a bound and gagged captive like the rest of her fellow soldiers, kicking futilely and grunting into her gag.

Pella felt the truck lurch to one side and the ride became rougher as the driver pulled off the main road. For the better part of an hour, the military truck and its cargo of helpless captives shook its way down one narrow dirt road after another, turning almost at random, to try and throw off any pursuit.

Finally, they pulled to a halt and the partisans all piled out. Pella felt the coffle rope still around her neck tug and jerk wildly as the other captives got out of the vehicle and a second later, she felt hands grab her and haul her out of the back.

One of the partisans pulled the sack off her head as she was lowered out of the truck, before turning to the next captive woman. Pella looked around, trying to figure out where they were. They'd pulled off the narrow country road into a small clearing, seemingly in the middle of the road.

She turned, looking over her shoulder as the two partisans in the driver's compartment. With them was another captive, wearing a set of oil stained overalls. Her hands and feet had been bound and she'd been gagged and blindfolded with a pair of dirty rags. Pella recognized her as one of the mechanics from the motor pool.

"This little grease monkey here didn't want to let us take one of her trucks." The driver, Deva said, grinning. She pulled a knife from one pocket and used it to cut the rope binding the woman's legs. They hauled their captive to her feet and added her to the coffle of prisoners, right behind the frightened sentry woman.

"Cover up the truck with brush. If they don't find it, we'll come back in a couple days, and recover it. When you're done, head home and if the Moldie's ask, you've been asleep all night." Raka ordered a couple of the partisans.
"What are we going to do with them now?" Tollim asked, gesturing to the captive soldiers huddling together.

"I've got an idea…" Raka said. She waved off in one direction. "In ten minutes, half the Aeth garrison will be coming up that road, looking for us. I've got an idea to slow them down…" She whispered some instructions to the other partisans. A few of the women giggled and sniggered. They turned to their prisoners, evil expressions on their faces…


Ten minutes later, the reformed column of prisoners trudged down the road, miserably. The partisans had taken the General and Commandant out of the line and taken the two with them deeper into the woods. The partisans had also seen fit to take all of their prisoner's underwear as well, one final humiliation for their captives.

To further slow the soldiers down, the partisans had hobbled the girl's ankles. They'd also blindfolded all of them except the young woman in front who could guide her fellow soldiers back.

"Just follow that road and if you don't dawdle, you ought to make it back to your base my sunrise…" Raka said, giving the girl a slap on the butt to get her moving. Guided by the tugs on their leashes, the captives behind her had trudged along after their new leader.

Pella shivered, the cold night air raising goose bumps all across her naked skin. At least so long as the women kept moving, they wouldn't freeze; small comfort that was. Pella didn't know whether to hope they'd run into the rest of the garrison out looking for them or not. Either way, she had a feeling it was going to be a long night…