"A lot has been learned since we saw you last, Ms. Alkaras," Mr. Nedrow said over the roar of the little airplane. He looked back at the naked Arab-American woman who sat cross-armed in the back seat. "Fortunately we know that as a loyal American you will cooperate and help us."
Dareen nodded dully and looked out the window at the trees and hills falling away below them. She badly wanted clothes, she was still feeling the chill of that room and the shame of being tied up all spread out, having her innermost crevices poked at by Novotny, not to mention looked at by Mr. Nedrow and his assistants. It had been bad enough being poked and prodded by Colonel Mike's team, but with them there was an underlying good humor. This was different and much worse.
Dareen waited as the little airplane droned on and on, over some hills, then past forests. The clouds were dark and low, the air heavy like it was about to rain. Being taken naked on an unscheduled trip to an unknown location was a very unsettling feeling. She couldn't help but ask. "What happens now?" She said it more loudly so that Mr. Nedrow could hear over the roar of the engines.
Mr. Nedrow looked back at one of his assistants, who leaned over to show Dareen a sheet of paper. It was a brief e-mail printout, between addresses she couldn't figure out. It said:
"The nude body of Dareen Alkaras has been designated per NSC-68 a NSC. Please take all necessary steps."
The assistant then drew it back into his attache case. Dareen wished she could read it again more slowly, but didn't ask.
"That was a top secret document but I think we owe it to you to give you a quick glance," Mr. Nedrow said. "It says that your nude body has been designated a National Security Concern. It is as critical to the country's defense as an ICBM missile, for example."
Well, Dareen could certainly see why that might be. Her country needed her to repel pulse bombs -- or Q-bombs, as Novotny called them.
"I still would like to put clothes on," Dareen said, returning to her most urgent desire.
"I'm afraid you will have to stay naked for a little while," Mr. Nedrow said. "You will see why."
Finally the airplane banked to one side and started to descend. Dareen looked to the side as much as she could, given the confinement of the seat belt. The shoulder harness ran right up the narrow valley between her twin brown mountains and kept her pretty much pinned. Of course, if she were so inclined, with her powers she could have flexed her chest and ripped the belt out of its anchor.
This was not the installation from before, run by the portly, pie-loving Captain Moody, where Dareen had been tested by Colonel Mike and his team. This was a squat brick building that looked like a pumping station. After the airplane landed on the long dirt road, Dareen hopped down with the others. The damp soil stuck to her feet as she went with the men to the door. Once inside the men stood and waited as she wiped her feet on the corrugated rubber mat. She followed them into the elevator. Down, down, down...
Dareen found herself standing on a cold concrete floor in the middle of a semi-circle of white men. There was nothing in the room except for a rolled-up garden hose attached to a faucet in the corner. They were all waiting, though Dareen did not know for what. The men looked with poker faces at her naked features, eyes resting most naturally on her breasts that seemed to stick into their faces. She was notable not only for being naked and the only female, but for having skin far browner than anyone else's. Almost as if she was an alien from another planet, from a race of naked, brown-skinned creatures with outsized breasts, now the subject of their intense scientific study. She resisted the strong urge to cover her breasts and pussy with her hands.
A man in a white lab coat came in with a bucket of liquid and a long scrub brush. Dareen could guess what that was for -- they wanted to scrub off that stuff that Novotny had sprayed onto her. Her heart sank as she guessed that she was going to be scrubbed in full view of these men. Well, let's get it over with, she said to herself.
But no. Mr. Nedrow chatted with the man in the lab coat. If Novotny was monitoring the substance, he would probably know when it was rinsed off and that would reveal the location of this facility. To Dareen's disappointment it was decided to get back in the plane and scrub her off at a different location. Up the elevator, out to the plane, this time the dirt sticking to Dareen's feet even more because it had begun to drizzle.
The airplane droned off, the passengers silent, including the nude female who squirmed at not being able to wipe off her muddy feet. It was freezing in the cabin, as anyone could tell from the goose bumps on Dareen and her hugely erect nipples.
This pilot hardly needed runways, it seemed; he was expert at landing on straight dirt roads. This one ended at what looked like a deserted firehouse, though it was odd that there would be one out here, the only building in this lonely area. It was now raining pretty heavily. Oddly there were umbrellas in the plane and the men opened them up and walked under them as they escorted Dareen along the gravel path up some cracked stairs to the ruined concrete floor of a long-razed building. Dareen was not given an umbrella, her hair and everything else got drenched, but that was not really a surprise given that she was about to be scrubbed down anyway. Still, she felt pretty miserable, picturing what it must look like, these professional and well-dressed men walking along with a drenched, nude woman, her bare feet squishing in the mud. Though in fact, the sight of the rain coursing from her hair down her brown curves and her sleek legs was quite arresting to the average man.
The rain came down harder now. Mr. Nedrow had to speak up to be heard over the loud shower. He explained that it would be easier to scrub her if she was on all fours. She obediently got down and looked down at the stones and chips of cement with as deadpan an expression as she could manage. Meanwhile the man in the lab coat poured some of the special liquid out of the pail onto her back, then scrubbed. He began on top and then bent over as he reached underneath to get up at her concave tummy and then the long-handled brush pushed and pulled at her breasts as they sought to get every little bit of skin surface. The brush was soft and fluffy but his strokes were firm. The men watched as Dareen's canteloupe-sized breasts, hanging down, tightly wobbled to and fro under his ministrations. Meanwhile the rain hit her back and ran down past her thighs and arms to where her hands and knees were resting uncomfortably on the rock-strewn surface.
The men watched intently as the scrub brush took care of every part of her. After the brush was dunked a few more times in the pail she heeded the instruction to lift her face. With her closed eyes she looked like she was praying in the rain; then her face was invaded by the brush. Now the neck and upper chest, then the arms. The man in the lab coat then walked around to the other end. Her buttocks were scrubbed, then down the backs of her thighs, then her soles, finally rinsing away the mud. She flinched as the brush slid down between her buttocks, several brisk strokes sawing up and down as if her butt crack was being flossed.
She was told to stand up and, as the men watched even more intently from under their umbrellas, she followed the instruction to arch open her legs and spread apart her lower lips. As the brush diligently rasped up and down within her, unavoidably passing over her clitoris again and again, her eyes looked up far away to the hills, with thoughts that could only be guessed at. One foot was extended forward, then the other, the man holding each foot up by the heel as he scrubbed her soles and then between her toes. Finally she was made to turn around and bend over and spread her buttocks "wider, please" as her anal area was scrubbed and scrubbed. At the end of which the man looked carefully at the displayed nether opening, scrub brush in his hand. He asked her to stick her butt out further as the men watched. They could see every little detail of the wide valley in which her anus lay, suds and rain sliding past. Her anus winked at them, the flexing of her internal muscles being the only sign of her unease. Deciding that he had caught everything, the man with the brush said thank you and told Dareen to turn back around.
Finally the remaining contents of the pail were poured over her head. They coursed down her nude body, joining the rain. Their combined forces caused little spouts of water to run off her huge brown nipples in little arcs. After a few moments, Mr. Nedrow said, again loudly over the rain, "Thank you, Ms. Alkaras. We have managed to rinse off the monitoring fluid. Our friend underestimates us, I think."
Now back to the plane. When they got in, Dareen was not given a towel. As they flew back her wet body was doubly freezing in the cold cabin, but of course as NakedGirl she could withstand it. She looked back at the deserted ruin, the site of her humiliation. Then she told herself that though it might have been a humiliating experience, it was necessary. Novotny could no longer track her whereabouts.
As they neared the pumping house installation she asked again, "Can I have clothes now?" She realized she sounded like a pest, like a kid asking a parent over and over for a favor, and wished she hadn't said it. These men knew what they were doing, they knew that she wanted to have clothes. No doubt she would get some as soon as possible.
Mr. Nedrow didn't answer. Instead Dareen's feet got muddy again as they walked back into the pump house building and down the elevator.
This was a different room, a big room like a gym, with a wood floor. But it was filled with tables, chairs, computers. The place was partially dark; half the computers and lights were turned off. In the middle of the room was a large glass-enclosed case set up on a pedestal, surrounded by folding chairs. As they approached it Mr. Nedrow took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. Then he said, "We will have to do some further testing, Ms. Alkaras. Now that we know that the laja field around your body is shrunk, or collapsed, below a certain temperature, well, that means we know more and need to test some more. But for now, we would like your help in trying out a new device."
He pointed up to the glass enclosure. Inside were four thick metal bars coming up from holes in the floor, two on each side. Two curved in and ended just above the floor; the other two went up about six feet before curving in to a point where the ends were about four feet apart.
Dareen stepped up into the enclosure, a swinging metal door closing behind her. She heard a brief sound like the sucking of air. Then she walked to where the bars were. She looked out across the big room and then down at Mr. Nedrow. Standing with him were his two assistants. Behind them, Dareen noticed for the first time, were a few other men sitting at consoles.
She did not like this place. She felt so totally on display. She glanced behind. There were chairs all around her. If there were people in those chairs she would be looked at from every direction. No way to hide any little bit of herself. She wanted clothes more than ever and hoped Mr. Nedrow would be done with her as soon as possible.
She followed his instructions, placing each mud-caked foot on the lower bars, extending her arms to grab the upper bars. She was now stretched out into an "X", as if to maximize her total exposure.
Now she was told to push up on the upper bars, push down on the lower ones. She flexed her muscles and went at it, getting the rhythm after a few tries. When her right hand and her left foot pushed to the end, she relaxed them and the bars slowly recoiled as she pushed up with her left hand and down with her right foot. Then right hand and left foot again. She could tell that these were very strong bars and that she must be exerting thousands of pounds of pressure. Not a strain for NakedGirl. She heard a grinding sound below and felt like she was setting in motion a flywheel. It felt like she was on a bicycle and starting in high gear.
And then the whole room lit up, all the lights that were off now coming on. She relaxed a little and the lights dimmed somewhat. Then picked up the pace and the lights brightened.
She pictured how she must look and her eye caught a monitor on one of the tables that told her exactly. Brightly lit, spread out into an "X", all the muscles of her arms, legs and concave tummy rippling, her breasts with a tight tectonic jiggle. Such a wonderful -- and shaming -- display of her super powers. Between her widely spread legs, her lower lips were parted ever so slightly.
"Quite an idea, isn't it?" Mr. Nedrow said with a little smile. "My thanks go to our engineers. Muscle energy harnessed to supply electricity, for example in case a pulse bomb falls... What if all the exercise machines in all the gyms in Atlanta could be connected and channeled into a big flywheel. That would supply quite a lot of power, don't you think?"
Dareen didn't reply but kept pushing up and down, up and down, looking up at her hands, trying not to look down at her audience. She had a weird feeling. Exercise machines channeled to produce energy. Where had she heard that before?