JP_1814 wrote: Stripped for the War Effort by JP_1814
Author's Note: While the story and characters themselves are fictional I did try to keep the historical elements as accurate as possible.
The Westman family always was proud of of their long history with the United States and Tennessee. If family lore is to be believed their ancestors arrived in America on the Mayflower; later they helped found Anderson County, where the family still resides. When in October of 1943 a US Army officer arrived to the Westman property to recruit young women for a secret government project Donna and Joyce Westman happily signed up. The officer told them to pack their bags and be ready to leave in a week.
While the bus came to pick the girls up, they were only only told that they would be heading to the Clinton Engineering Works. After a short drive they arrived at a fenced off town and were handed identification badges from the Manhattan Engineer District. A skinny and formally dressed army officer stood in front of the bus.
“I am Lieutenant Savage of the Army Corps of Engineers, Manhattan Engineer District and I will be your supervisor here at Oak Ridge,” he said in a voice more reminiscent of a college professor than a soldier. “I know we have been light on details, that is because the work you will do here is classified. You will each be assigned housing and a shifts at the Y-12 facility running the machines there. You will do as you are ordered and you will not ask questions,” he concluded.
The sisters were assigned a small type A house together and were able to snag the same shifts. The first few months went swimmingly: the sisters got closer than they ever did before, the pay was good, and they were even given a commendation by Lt. Savage. That was until the incident in March of 1944.
The alarm started ringing, a voice came over the loud speaker telling everyone in Y-12 facility to evacuate the building. The sisters listened to Lt. Savage, they asked no questions and did as the voice on the loudspeaker told them. Just as they got out of the large building they were immediately shot with water. A fireman waved the women on to another group of fireman with hoses.
“Drop all of your clothes here and keep moving,” the fireman ordered again and again and again.
Donna and Joyce were mumbling to each other but they complied.
“Is this really necessary?”
“Why do we have to strip?”
“What went wrong?”
“Why does today need to be cool?”
After stripping naked the sisters were shot with more water. Through the firemen gave the hoses very little pressure they still had enough force to push the sisters’ matching blond hair back and cause pain. The wet sisters were then directed by a woman in a navy nurse’s uniform into a large auditorium where they took a seat. Another woman in a navy dress uniform stood on the stage waiting for the drenched young woman to filter in.
“I am Commander Golden M.D. of the Public Health Service Commissioned Corps,” the woman proclaimed. “There was an incident in your section of the Y-12 facility. This incident will cause no long term harm but it is imperative we start treatment stat. Those uncomfortable showers were just the first step. You will have to remain naked for the next week so we can monitor your condition to see if the showers were enough. You will be expected to undergo daily examinations by a medical professional and go to work as usual. Dismissed!” Commander Golden did not stay to answer any of the girls’ questions or address their concerns.
Donna and Joyce returned to their small house by bus. The group of woman who still had their clothes just stared at them.
“I can’t imagine what they all are thinking,” Donna whispered.
“I can’t imagine what to think either,” Joyce replied.
“Why do we have to stay naked?” Donna asked.
“I wish I knew.”
When the bus stopped Donna and Joyce practically ran to the safety and privacy of their house. Their moment’s peace was disturbed by a knock on the door.
“Open up, doctors orders!” The voice shouted.
Donna opened the door. Commander Golden was standing there in a lab coat and uniform.
“Good to see you followed my orders,” Golden said, cracking a smile. “Don’t worry I am here for your daily exam. Both Donna and Joyce Westman are in this house, correct?”
Donna nodded yes.
“This will only take a minute. Will both of you please stand up straight in front of me and open your mouths?”
The Commander examined both of their mouths.
“Looks good. I will need to do a breast exam,” Golden said as she grabbed Donna’s left breast. One at a time she felt each of the breast trying to find any lumps or discoloration.
“Perfect, you two will make great mothers one day. Now turn around, stick your bottoms out, I need to take your temperature.” The girls did as they were told. “This may be a bit cold,” Commander Golden said as she stuck the thermometer into Donna’s rectum.
“Ah!” Donna said.
“98.4, bit cold but healthy,” Golden said as she removed the thermometer.
After cleaning the end of the thermometer she inserted it into Joyce. Joyce did not make a noise.
“98.6, perfect,” the Commander said. “I will be back tomorrow to do this exam again. We have to make sure no health problems develop.”
“Commander, what was the problem in the facility today?” Joyce asked before Golden could make her escape.
“That’s classified but you should not worry. See you two tomorrow.” Commander Golden said before either of them could ask any more questions.
“Tomorrow is going to be dang hard Joyce,” Donna said to her sister.
“Working won’t be too bad. After all everyone else will be wearing as much as we will.”
“The bus through.”
“... them.” Joyce said quietly afraid anyone would hear.
“Joyce!” Donna shot back.
“As President Roosevelt said, ‘we have nothing to fear but fear itself.’”
“And the judgmental ladies on the morning bus,” Donna replied. The two sisters started laughing. Perhaps tomorrow won’t be as bad of a day as they feared.
Executionus wrote: Pretty accurate, and I would know by Executionus
I considered it a very eerie moment to read a story about my own hometown written by somebody who had no idea that anyone reading his story would actually live there. I even have family that worked at Y-12 and also X-10 before retiring or being laid off after the Berlin Wall fell. Much like your story, the Y-12 facility had many many errors, leaks, and breakdowns caused by the constant rushing for construction and results, plus the prototype nature of it all. We're only just now learning just how contaminated the entire K-25 site actually was, as one of the old sections of K-25 is being dismantled now and earned a nice "holy crap!" and doubling of the price estimate once they got a good look at the situation.
And here's the best part: You actually low-balled the secrecy aspect of it. Because even the concept of invisible contamination was classified from most of the residents of the town, the two girls would be under military orders to not tell a soul the true reason for their nudity. They would be assigned a cover story about how being nude at all times was required for an experiment, with no additional details free to disclose, and they would be forced to tell every person that they saw that they had volunteered for this mission to avoid backlash or suspicions. So if you end up writing a second part, you could add the humiliation of the two girls being ordered to pretend that everything is A-OK and that they chose to walk around naked, and that not even their family members were allowed to know the truth for fear of being locked up.
Janie wrote: Cute Story -- I hope that you keep it going by Janie
Once or twice I got stripped for other things.... It's both humiliating and invigorating when you do! Keep it going.....
Janie wrote: Dunk tank fantasy by Janie
Some of the construction companies I worked for raised money for charities by having a dunk tank.as entertainment at company holidays or field days. Usually the managers sponsored it by offering themselves as targets in dunk tanks for maybe $10 per three sandbag throws at their target -- them in a swimsuit. If you hit the bulls-eye you won, and hey were dunked and it was all huge fun.
One of my favorite fantasies is being offered up as the target at a dunk tank for a charity fund raiser, for say, $100 for three beanbag throws. The understanding is that my nice light, thin sheer dress with lace white undies will turn see through for the rest of the day once I get dunked ... Of course, all the guys at the picnic go wild, spending a fortune to dunk me, which eventually they do. It is extremely difficult, but the target (MOI!) is so alluring that they can't resist the temptation to embarrass and dunk me so I am exposed the rest of the day to the whole world. Eventually they do...
One of these days I will write it up as a story.... lol Of course, I offer it here so that any of you authors could, too.
Janie
JP_1814 wrote: Stripped for the War Effort 2 by JP_1814
Sorry this took so long. I just started new semester of College and had to choose between writing for fun or writing for credit. Inspired by a post from Executionus ( http://disc.yourwebapps.com/discussion. ... ry%20Board ).
The Westman sisters attempted to preserve as much of their modesty and as much normalcy as they could in their now permanently naked state. Just as Commander Golden ordered, Donna and Joyce took the morning bus to work in the Y-12 facility totally nude. Like yesterday the other women just stared at their naked colleagues.
Fortunately for the Westmans, when they got to their section of Y-12 all of those women were as naked as they were. They experienced the same accident and were forced spend the next week naked too. The only people there who were dressed were two mysterious men in suits.
The two men in suits were going down the line of workers taking to each one. Soon they reached the Westman sisters.
“Joyce and Donna Westman?” The first one asked. Both girls nodded.
“I am Agent Smith, this is my partner Agent Brown. We are with the Office of Strategic Services,” the second man said flashing a badge.
“We need to explain something to you about what happened yesterday,” Agent Brown said. “It is imperative you do not talk about this with anyone other than us, Commander Golden, or Lieutenant Savage. Not only will their be harsh punishments, including being charged with treason and espionage, but you will be responsible for the deaths of good American boys. Your only friends in this world will be Hitler and Hirohito and I am sure you don’t want that.” Brown explained harshly.
“We don't want that sir,” Donna said meekly.
“Very good girls, carry on,” Agent Smith ordered.
The sisters were too afraid to say anything to each other for the rest of their shift. After all, why should you say anything if it would make you a friend of Hitler and a traitor. They just did their jobs as they were told to do and did not ask any questions of anyone.
When their shift ended Joyce and Donna found that most everyone not naked was talking. There was a lot of gossip when a chunk of the work force just decided to be naked for two days and refused to talk about it. Some of the workers proposed theories as to why their colleagues had to be naked: Lieutenant Savage who likes to humiliate women some suggested while others said the machines were dangerous and were leaking some type of chemical. Joyce and Donna stayed quiet, they were no spies.
Finally the Westmans reached their stop, home and safety from the prying eyes of the other Y-12 workers. They turned on the lights when suddenly both sisters were forced to the floor.
“Stay down!” A male voice shouted. The sisters felt something cold get placed on their wrists. They could no longer move their hands, they wrists were bound together. Their assailants picked Joyce and Donna up off the floor, being careful not to let the sisters get a good look at them, and tossed them on the couch.
“Who did you tell about the incident?” A second voice shouted.
“No one,” Joyce said desperately.
“We swear, we told no one,” Donna added.
“Bend over the sofa. Now!” the first voice said.
When the sisters turned around to lean over the couch they got their first good look at the men. It was Agent Smith and Agent Brown of the OSS.
“We said nothing. We did nothing wrong,” Joyce begged.
“Shut up!” Agent Smith shouted.
Agent Brown dropped his briefcase; inside the briefcase was several brown leather straps. He took one out and walked behind the sisters.
“You will tell me who revealed what happened at the Y-12 facility or I will strap you so much your ass will hurt more than the Germans did when the Ruskies joined the war,” Agent Brown said angrily.
Smack! “Ow!” Joyce screaced.
Smack!” Oh!” Donna yelled.
Brown kept going. Switching between spanking Joyce and Donna with each slap. Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
“Open up, doctors orders!” A female voice said through the door. The two OSS Agents looked at one another, trying to figure out what to do. Agent Smith walked over to the door and threw it open, Commander Golden was standing there shocked by who greeted her.
“Hello?” Golden asked before Agent Smith pulled her into the building and threw her on the floor. Agent Brown then pouncing, dropping the strap and pulling a pair of handcuffs out of his pocket. Before she knew what was going on she was cuffed and being dragged to the middle of the room.
“Who are you and who did you steal that uniform from?” Agent Brown asked quickly.
“This is my uniform you…” Commander Golden tried to say before, Smack! “Ow!” Smith now had the strap and had no problem using it on the Commander. “Listen to me you…” Golden started to say again before she got three more smacks across the butt. “Oh! Stop that!”
“Brown, help me throw this spy on the couch,” Smith ordered. Together they got Golden between the two naked sisters and took off the Commander’s pants, revealing her pink, lacy, panties.
Smack! Smith spanked Golden again. Smack!
“Where did you get the uniform?” Brown asked.
Smack! Went the strap.
“Perhaps this would help,” Agent Brown said as he pulled down Golden’s panties. Her unshaven pussy was now fully on display for the two men. Smith started spanking Commander Golden, hardly taking a break between the slaps.
Brown looked down and noticed the Commander’s ID fell on the floor. After looking at it for a second he tapped Smith and whispered something into his ear.
“We're sorry ladies. You are free to go. You will say nothing of this to anyone or else you will be put on trial for espionage. Good day,” Brown said quickly as he and Smith bolted out the door.
“Damn those OSS men,” Donna complained “they think that they can do whatever they want regardless of who they hurt. I thought we were fighting the fascists, not becoming them.”
“Donna Westman I am afraid they can,” Commander Golden said “this is war.”