Jamie Connel hadn't been first in her class, nor tenth for that matter. She had been in the upper ten percent though, and considered her present duties, that of a glorified secretary to Major Fox, to be frustratingly unchallenging. After all, she'd gone through the combat courses, the drill instructions, the army regulations and codes and everything else, with the intention of becoming a soldier, just like her father and grandfather and great-grandfather. Now here she was typing and filing and answering the phone, in a hot, sweaty, out of the way part of the Paraguayan jungle. Oh sure, her title was assistant to the deputy chief of staff for the base, but that was a paper title really. It didn't mean anything. She glanced at the silver bar on her collar as she fixed her blouse in the mirror and made a wry face. She could do the same stuff as a civilian and make twice as much money.
She wouldn't have to put up with the crap she did in the army either, like the snide remarks of superior officers, almost all of them men, or the little room just down the hall in the main administration building, that she called her home.
She gazed around a final time before leaving. If she were a civilian, she wouldn't have to worry about keeping her room spic and span either.
Nobody would drop by for snap inspections, or criticize her if she left a pair of socks on the floor. She picked up her hat and adjusted it carefully. Major Fox was a real by-the-book stickler for detail, straight arrow officer. Truth be told, she scared the hell out of Jamie, who was also in awe of the tall, powerfully built woman.
Jamie's own body had barely passed muster. She was in good shape really, but kind of short. She'd stood so straight at the physical, she'd been worried her back would creak, but she'd passed the height requirement, barely. Elsewhere, she was, she thought, soft, despite daily workouts. If she were a civilian, she'd be considered very fit, but in the army, and especially compared to Major Fox, she was a weakling, far too feminine and weak and fragile. Her breasts were too big, for one thing. They were only thirty four-D, but on her small, thin frame, took on grandiose proportions, distorting the clean line of her uniform and drawing disrespectful stares from both officers and enlisted men.
Her hair was too long also, though within regulations: Major Fox's hair was as short as most of the men's, but despite her admiration for the Major, Jamie just couldn't bring herself to cut her just shy of shoulder length straight brown hair any further.
Her face was too delicate as well, she thought morosely, as she ran a finger along her lower lip to make sure only a trace of lipstick was there.
She had the cutesy pie face of a girl, with wide green eyes and pert little nose and mouth. Major Fox had a strong U-shaped face, with strong jaw and narrow blue eyes.
Still, there was little choice for her, she sighed. Her parents would be incredibly disappointed in her if she left after only a year and a half, not that she could. She'd signed up for three years and Major Fox wasn't about to let her out early for any reason.
She gave her skirt a final yank, then opened the door of her room and headed down the hall to the office. As she turned the corner into the wide corridor of the building proper, she passed a number of enlisted men, all of whom eyed her appreciatively.
She reached the main offices a minute later and then passed through to Major Fox's rooms. She pursed her lips warily as she opened the door and saw the Major sifting through the documents on her desk. She looked up with a glare as Jamie came in.
"About time you got here, Connel," she snapped.
"Where the hell is the ECS-4 form for this month?"
"It s in my out basket, Major," Jamie replied, sighing inwardly. It was going to be another one of those days if the Major was in one of her bitchy moods.
"Why the hell isn't it in my in basket?" Fox scowled.
"It had the wrong figures for consumption, Ma'am, so I m returning it for correction."
"Well, why the hell didn't you tell me that before?"
"Sorry Ma'am."
The Major stood straight and glared down at Jamie, her eyes scanning her uniform and hair quickly, looking for anything out of place. Jamie stood straight, waiting for a criticism, but Fox simply grunted and returned to her own office, slamming the door.
Jamie sighed in relief and put her purse down beside the desk, then sat down to get at the day s paperwork. As much as she admired the Major, there were some days that it just didn't pay to be around the woman.
Any day that the base was on alert, as it had been for the last three, was one of those days. It was just a stupid practice, she knew, but it made all the senior officers testy and snappish.
There was a knock at the door and Captain Rawlins came in.
"Hi, Jamie."
"Good Morning, Captain."
"Is she in a good mood?"
Jamie silently shook her head, and Rawlins screwed up his face.
"Maybe I'll come back."
Just then the Major's door opened and she came out.
"Rawlins. Good. I want to see you. Come in my office."
"Yes, Ma'am," Rawlins said.
Fox closed the door behind her and Jamie got started on the morning mail. Before long she could hear the Major's voice coming through the door, angrily berating Rawlins for something or other.
"What kind of an imbecile do you take me for?" Fox yelled.
There was a pause.
"Don't give me any of your half-assed excuses, Rawlins. If you aren't up to the work, I'll see if some missile silos need guarding in Alaska! Now get your skinny ass out of here and bring back a positive report before noon! Or else!"
The door opened and the Captain hurried out, looking disheveled and angry. He hurried out through the office without a second glance. Major Fox came through the door a moment later.
"Don't you have any brains in that bleached skull of yours, Connel? Or are they all in your tits?"
Jamie flushed.
"I'm sorry Ma'am. You aren't usually in yet and I usually open the mail before turning on the coffee."
"Oh, well then," The Major said, with exaggerated apology.
"I'm sorry. It's all my fault. Why don't you draw up a schedule for me, Connel, listing when I can come and go...? IN MY OWN OFFICE!"
Jamie winced as the Major went into her office and slammed the door. Yes. It was definitely going to be one of those days.
It was after eight before Jamie was finally able to get back to her room. The Major had run her ragged all day, demanding everything be done at once and snapping and snarling when it wasn't. The only consolation for Jamie had been that it surely wasn't personal. Fox had snapped off the head of every man and woman who'd come into her office today, except for General Parker, of course.
She hadn't even gone for dinner. The Major had had her order sandwiches for the both of them and she'd had to make do with munching at her desk. Hopefully things would be better tomorrow. She stripped, had a shower and a bit of pizza, then went to bed, determined to finish a mystery novel she was reading.
She finally gave up when the clock showed eleven. She had to be up by six tomorrow after all. She turned out the light and fell into a fitful sleep.
It was four in the morning when there was a pounding at her door. She started out of a dream in which giant paper eating monsters were devouring all the paperwork she'd done in the last year, to find an angry Major Fox standing over her.
She blinked dazedly, then jumped out of bed and stood at attention.
"Connell You sleep like you're dead! What kind of a soldier are you, anyway!?"
"Sorry, Ma'am!"
"I have to run a snap inspection of the inner perimeter. Get dressed."
"Yes, Ma'am!" Jamie gulped, starting for her closet.
"Just a second." Fox growled. Jamie stopped instantly, falling back into attention. Major Fox stomped over and stood in front of her, her eyes sliding up and down Jamie's body. Jamie sighed inwardly. She was wearing pink string bikini panties and a ragged pink tank top that fell only a few inches below her breasts.
Fox, of course, was wearing full regulation uniform, including an officer's baton, which she was patting her left palm with.
"Well. Aren't we cute?" Fox sneered.
Jamie blushed and bit her tongue.
"Didn't the army issue you with a full regulation uniform, Connel?" she snapped.
"Yes, Ma'am!" Jamie gulped.
"And didn't it come with underwear?"
"Yes, Ma'am!"
"And doesn't the army uniform code prescribe wearing that underwear while on duty?"
"Yes, Ma'am!"
"And are you not considered to be on duty twenty-four hours a day while the base is on alert?"
"Yes Ma'am!
"THEN TAKE THEM OFF!" she screamed into Jamie's face.
Jamie quickly jerked the tank top up and over her shoulders, dumping it at her feet, then bent down, sliding the panties down to her ankles and stepping out of them. She stood up at attention once more, leaving the clothes on the floor in front of her.
Major Fox stood a foot away, her eyes boring holes into Jamie's skull, then sliding, scornfully down her naked body. Jamie stood as still as she could, her eyes looking over the Major's shoulder. She knew her skin was blushing red, but could do nothing about it.
"Well, thank God for you, Connel," Fox sniffed. "Our country is safe with the likes of you protecting it." She slid the baton out and poked the end against Jamie s meaty left breast, pushing the rounded end deep into the soft flesh. The end, slightly smaller than a ping pong ball, was made of metal, and was cold against Jamie s warm flesh.
"Who would dare attack us with soldiers like you around?" the Major jeered.
"You know what I see in front of me, Connel?" The Major hissed.
"No Ma'am!" Jamie gasped.
"I don't see a soldier, Connel. That's for God Damned sure!"
Jamie didn't reply. The Major's baton pulled back then poked underneath her right breast, lifting the mammary upward on her chest, before letting it fall back down.
"I see a pussy, Connel. I see a boy-toy. A man's plaything. Do you think you're a soldier, Connel?"
"Yes, Ma'am!"
"Well, you're not! The best position for you would be on your hands and knees!"
"Tha... that's not..."
"What?!"
"That's not... not fair, Ma'am," Jamie stuttered.
"Isn't it? You don't think so?"
"N... no, Ma'am."
Major Fox stood straight, staring down at Jamie disdainfully. She slid her baton down across Jamie's belly. Jamie fought the urge to jerk back as the cold metal tickled against her soft skin. It slid down to her slight thatch of pussy hair, then Jamie drew in a ragged breath as it touched the top of her pussy slit.
"Connel, it's women like you who give us all a bad name," Fox said. "You're weak, both in the body and the mind. You have no control over your emotions or anything else. How do you think we're going to get any respect in this army with little pieces of fluff like you running around?"
As she talked, Fox was rubbing the round end of the baton slowly up and down against the top of Jamie's pussy, right against her clitty. Jamie clenched her hands into tight fists, willing herself not to move or display any emotion or reaction.
The Major kept rubbing the baton, pressing it hard against her softness. Then she eased it lower and pushed upward. The round ball pushed against Jamie's pussy lips, then eased them aside and popped into her cunt. Jamie stood absolutely still.
The Major kept talking, telling Jamie what a waste of money it had been to train her, how her real career was in nude pin-ups or in a bordello.
She pulled the round little head out of Jamie's cunt entrance and started rubbing it against her clitty again.
Jamie was wilting under the verbal barrage, and her tired body was aching to lie back down. The round ball at the end of the baton no longer felt cold, in fact, it felt rather warm. The entire room felt warm to Jamie, and she suddenly realized that she was becoming aroused. Now she realized what the Major was doing. She was trying to prove to both of them just how weak and spindly and girlish Jamie really was!
She was going to show her as a raw cunt, who was captive to her female organs!
Jamie resisted, trying to think of very un-erotic thoughts, trying to ignore the heat and itch coming from between her legs. Her clitty was sparkling with an almost electrical charge as the little metal ball kept rubbing up and down against her clit.
The Major slid the thing downwards then, and again dipped it into her cunt. She began to poke it in and out, not the shaft of the baton, but merely the head. She caressed Jamie's pussy lips, sliding it up and down just inside her fuck entrance.
"You're too weak to handle anything of any size," the major snarled.
"You couldn't even lift your own weight, let alone load a howitzer shell! If you tried to fire an M-16 while standing up, you'd end up on your dainty little round ass!"
Jamie was trembling slightly, but not from cold. Her hold on her body was wavering as the little ball continued to alternately rub back and forth against her clitty and pop in and out of her pussy entrance.
"What's the matter, Connel?" the Major sneered. "Feeling poorly?"
"N... no, Ma'am," Jamie squeaked.
"You little slut! Your getting all worked up on my baton, aren't you?!"
"No!" Jamie answered, weakly.
"No, huh?" The Major shoved the baton head into her cunt again, this time sliding it way up into Jamie's cunt tunnel. The metal head struck against her cervix and ground against it as the Major twisted it in slow circles.
"Sure about that, Connel?" She breathed.
"M... Ma... Ma'am" Jamie gasped. "Re... request per... permission to get dressed."
"Denied!"
Fox jammed the baton hard against Jamie's insides, making the younger woman gasp with pain. She instinctively staggered backwards against her desk, half falling back across it.
Jamie gasped in pain as the Major twisted the baton around and around inside her cunt. She could feel the hardness of the round ball up in her lower belly, sliding obscenely against her moist, silky cunt skin.
She shuddered, as the Major stroked her pussy tunnel with the baton, slowly working it in and out between her throbbing, pulpy cunt lips.
Jamie's hands clutched the edge of the desk, keeping herself from falling backwards. She groaned as the power of her sexual responsiveness rose.
The Major pulled the baton out of her pussy, then pressed herself right up against Jamie, who jerked back with her upper body. Her buttocks rode up on the desk, and her legs spread to avoid falling over.
"See this, Connel?" she hissed, holding the baton in front of Jamie's nose. It was glistening with her pussy juice.
"See what kind of a useless little pussy you are?" Jamie bowed her head, not answering, mortified by her own feminine weakness.
The Major growled and lowered her right hand. Suddenly, she straightened three fingers and jabbed them against Jamie's wet cunt entrance.
Jamie gasped, her head shooting up and staring at the Major in fear as the three fingers slid easily up into her quim.
"Find another profession, Connel," Fox sneered. She worked her fingers in and out of Jamie's cunt, as she grabbed the girl's lustrous hair with her left hand and pulled her head up and back.
"You're no soldier!"
Jamie gurgled in response. Her cunt was flashing fire, alive with crackling storms of sexual passion. It gripped and snapped on the Major's fingers as they slid rapidly in and out. She couldn't help herself from rutting forward against the fingers, groaning with the force of the pleasure shooting through her.
The Major closed her thumb over Jamie's clit, grinding it from side to side as she pumped her pussy. Jamie shook and grunted in ecstasy as she came. Her ass cheeks jerked and rubbed up and down against the corner of the desk as her body sought to impale itself on the penetrating digits. Her shaky hands reached forward and grasped the Major's wrist, pulling it hard against her as she rutted shamelessly against her. Her eyes were closed and her mouth gaped open, emitting a continuous stream of gurgling grunts and sighs of pleasure.
Her full, round breasts were swollen to the point of explosion. The skin so tightly stretched that it threatened to tear. Her nipples were hardened to tensile strength, sharp and straight, the pointed upward from the center of her breasts like pencil erasers.
A hurricane of pleasure sent fiery balls of crackling lights hurling before her eyes, nearly blinding her with their intensity. Humiliated, she still clutched the Major's hand against her cunt and jerked her ass up and down, riding the storm of sexual fulfillment until her body finally granted her relief.
The Major just stood there, shaking her head in disgust as Jamie bounced helplessly on the edge of the desk and convulsed in delirious sexual release.
When it was over, Jamie slowly settled back on the desk, lying weakly across it with her ass over the edge, her legs spread wide, and her feet dangling a foot off the floor.
The Major leaned over her and put her face against Jamie s ear.
"You have five minutes to get your sluttish little pussy out onto the parade ground in full dress. DO YOU HEAR ME?"
Jamie gasped and nodded quickly. The major stalked out, slamming the door behind her.
Jamie slowly pulled herself up off the desk, breathing hard, her skin flushed with exertion. She groaned and pressed her hands against her crotch, then pulled them away wet.
Five minutes, she thought, raggedly.
She got some tissue paper and wiped off her crotch as best she could, then pulled on army underwear and a field uniform. She ran down the hall and out the door onto the parade ground, sliding to a stop behind the major.
"Managed to pull yourself together, did you, Connel?"
"Y... Yes, Ma'am," Jamie gulped.
The Major turned and gave her a scornful stare, then turned away.
The Major stalked off without a word, and Jamie scurried after her. They inspected all the night posts under her command, and woke up several sleeping men and women in their ready quarters. Jamie was chagrined to find them all wearing the ugly white issued underwear.
Having gotten almost no sleep the night before, and because of the bizarre and humiliating incident with Major Fox, Jamie's day went miserably. She was exhausted for one thing, and couldn't concentrate, for another. Every time the Major looked at her, she felt like cringing away in fear and embarrassment.
The Major didn't mention the incident until two days later.
"I haven't seen your request for early release, Lieutenant," she said, casually as Jamie dropped some papers into her in-basket.
Jamie flushed red. "No, Ma'am."
"Why not? I thought it was amply demonstrated just how weak you are."
"I'm not resigning, Ma'am," Jamie said, stubbornly.
"Not even for the good of the army? I thought you were supposed to be patriotic, Connel."
"I can improve, Ma'am." Jamie declared suddenly.
"You can, eh? That I'd like to see. But I somehow doubt it."
"I can. Please Ma'am. Give me a chance."
"It's a waste of time, Connel."
"But, Ma'am..."
"Get out, Connel!"
"Yes, Ma'am," Jamie sighed, saluting and leaving.
Of course, the Major couldn't get her kicked out of the army, couldn't force her to leave. As her commanding officer, she could make life pretty miserable for her though. Jamie had been in the army long enough to know that.
She was determined to prove to the Major that she belonged to the Army, that she was strong enough to hold her own, at least with other women, the Major included. Unfortunately, she had no idea how to go about doing that.
She tried to be even more efficient than normal, hurrying through all her tasks in an effort to impress Fox. She exercised harder in her off hours, trying to make her body stronger, and stopped wearing the frilly, or soft, civilian things she used to like wearing under her uniform.
Still, the Major kept finding things wrong with her performance. Only a week later she received a notice of deficiency, signed by the Major. It said her performance in her position was unsatisfactory and that she'd better shape up quick.
She scrunched up the notice when she saw it, closing her eyes tiredly. What, she wondered, did the Major want of her, anyway? How could she prove to Fox that she was useful to her and the army. There seemed no way that Jamie could find to get back or the Major's good side.
Then she received another off hours call, this time on her phone.
"Yes?"
"Go to the office and get the EQ files out of my desk, Connel. Bring them to me in my quarters."
"Yes, Major."
Didn't that woman ever rest?
She dressed hurriedly, rushed down to the office and got the files, then hurried across the compound to the Major's quarters. She paused before the entrance, straightening her uniform. She'd gone to all the trouble of putting on a class A uniform and wanted it perfect.
"Come in."
She pushed open the door and carried the files inside. Major Fox was sitting propped up in bed, reading some papers. She glanced at Jamie as she stood at attention just inside the door, saluting.
"All right Connel, come in," she said. Jamie pulled her hand down and closed the door, then marched forward, stopping beside the bed and holding the files out. Fox reached up and took them, then tossed them carelessly on the bed beside her. She looked up at Jamie indifferently.
"That was fast. Don't tell me you sleep in your class A uniform now."
"No, Ma'am."
"Got all dressed up for me, huh?" Fox grinned. She picked up a glass of amber liquid and downed some, eyeing Jamie from over the rim.
"So, little pin-up girl. You wearin' your pretty little pink undies?"
"Uh, no, Ma'am," Jamie said, wondering how much Fox had, had to drink. Of course, the woman was off duty, and could drink in her quarters all she wanted, now that the alert was off.
"Lesh see em," Fox sneered.
"Ma'am?"
"Strip!"
"Yes, Ma'am."
Jamie quickly disrobed, carefully folding her blouse and skirt over the nearby chair and standing there, somewhat proudly, in her army issue shorts and bra. Fox looked her up and down suspiciously.
"Huh," Fox said, sipping from her glass again. "So, you didn't have the g-string on under them, well, lucky for you."
"I wasn't wearing a g-string, Ma'am. I wouldn't wear a g-string." Jamie protested.
"Oh, you wouldn't huh? Too prissy? Too good to wear a g-string?"
She threw her legs out of bed and stood up, swaying slightly, then walked towards Jamie. She was wearing a terrycloth towel, held together by a loose cord. She stared down at Jamie from a distance of two inches, with a smug smile.
"Shall we try our little test again, Connel? See if your pretty little body has gotten any tighter? Shall we see if you're still the slut I know you are!" Fox hissed, her face up against Jamie's.
TWO
Jamie stood at attention, her jaw clenched, her eyes steady. She steeled herself for whatever the Major might do to her, hoping only that she would not embarrass herself as she'd done before, and that the Major would find her strong enough to serve with.
Jamie withheld a gasp as the Major's fingers slipped beneath the elastic waistband of her underwear and moved down through her pubic hair and over her slit. Her hand moved down until it was directly under Jamie's crotch, then her fingers closed and she cupped her cunt mound tightly.
Jamie winced and jerked upwards on her toes as the Major snickered. "Think you're tough, eh? She loosened her fingers, then began to rub them up and down against Jamie's cunt. She curled two fingers, sliding up into her tight pussy, while her other fingers concentrated on Jamie's clit.
Jamie stood still, her head up, trying to ignore any sensations that came from her groin. The Major was rubbing gently across her clitty, her fingers sliding back and forth inside her pussy. Fox's face was staring into Jamie's eyes with a knowing sneer.
Then her left hand came up, unfastening Jamie's bra and pulling it off. Jamie's breasts bounced only slightly, being firm and young. Fox looked down at them scornfully. She cupped Jamie's right breast, then began to rub two fingers back and forth over her nipple.
As both women watched, the nipple rapidly stiffened. Fox's grin widened. She squeezed down on the entire breast, her fingers digging deeply into the malleable flesh. She squeezed the breast up, then down, then from side to side.
Her right hand was busy inside Jamie's underpants, fondling her pussy. Jamie felt her legs getting weak as a rushing wave of hot sexual passion poured into her belly. There was a hot, sizzling tension in her cunt, and her clit seemed to be twice its normal size.
The Major continued to squeeze the little bud, and roll it between her fingers. She slid her fingers deep into Jamie's pussy, feeling for herself, the wetness and warmth there, despite Jamie's efforts to hide it.
Jamie's right breast was hard and swollen. Both women could feel it. Her right was just as bad, even though the Major hadn't touched it. Jamie closed her eyes in resignation as the heat burned its way up through her belly and into her chest.
She collapsed backward a step, her back hitting the wall. The Major continued to finger her, even as Jamie's lips opened, and short, nearly inaudible gasps of pleasure came from between them. She took one look at the Major's face and closed her eyes in misery.
Yet her body was far from miserable. It flared and blazed with life and excitement. Her ass cheeks began to bounce lightly against the wall, as her crotch sought to rub itself against the Major's hand.
"As I thought," Fox sneered.
Jamie groaned, but her hands came down and held onto the Major's arm as the older woman began to jam her fingers harder and harder into Jamie's pussy tunnel.
"Maybe you need something harder, you little whore!" the Major hissed.
She pulled her hand out of Jamie's panties and with a single motion, grabbed her hair and dragged her stumbling across the room to her desk, then shoved her belly down across it. She grabbed Jamie's panties and tore them off, leaving her naked.
"Like I said before, Connel, your natural position is ass out," she breathed.
She picked up a pencil box from the desk and upended it. The box was a round plastic thing, about eight inches long and several inches thick.
She kneed Jamie's legs apart as the gasping girl tried to push herself off the desk, then rammed the thing against her tight, oily little cuntlips.
"Aaaaarrrghhh!" Jamie cried, her cunt afire with pain.
"Shut up, slut! You know you want it," Fox hissed.
She pushed hard on the pencil holder, pinching and bruising Jamie's tender cuntlips as they were forced aside by the blunt nosed intruder. The pencil holder dug into her crotch as Jamie wiggled and jerked on the desk; held in place by Fox's other hand on the back of her neck.
Then her cuntlips were forced open and the thick instrument went into her, an inch... two... three... four. Jamie was sobbing in grief on the desk, her tears wetting the cold wood. At the same time, her cunt was trembling with lust.
Despite the forcible entry, her oiled cunt sucked down on the hard intruder, her belly pulling it inward of its own accord. The Major pulled it back an inch or two, then shoved it forward, driving it deep into the weeping girl's fuck-hole.
"Feel good?" Fox sneered, ramming it in until it almost disappeared inside Jamie's tightly stretched fuck tube. She stood beside the girl, breathing heavily, her eyes fixed on the fat roundness of the pencil holder protruding through Jamie's cuntlips.
The lips were stretched wide around the wood, clinging wetly to it, the skin taut and hard as the thing strained them to their limit.
"I know... I... I know what you need," Fox gasped, blinking her eyes.
She staggered across to a shelf and picked up a riding crop. It had belonged to a famous British Field Marshal during the second world war.
She moved back to Jamie, who was half upright, her hand reaching around behind her, trying to pry the pencil holder out of her clinging cunt opening.
"Don't touch that!" Fox snapped, jerking Jamie's hand away and shoving her belly into the side of the desk again. The air whooshed out of Jamie's lungs as her stomach was rammed into the corner of the desk and her chest dropped down on top of it.
Her tender tits were mashed beneath her, her hard, sharp little nipples squished. The Major slid her hand over Jamie's smooth, round buttocks, muttering drunkenly to herself.
"I know... know what you need," she muttered.
She gripped Jamie's hair with her left hand, shoving down on the young blonde's neck to hold her in position, then raised the crop in the air.
The only notice Jamie got was the sharp swishing sound, then the crop slashed down across her twin ass cheeks.
Sharp, white hot pain lanced into her behind, sending her knees and hips crashing against the side and corner of the desk. She screamed in pain, her hands scrambling against the unyielding wood of the desk, trying to pull herself away.
Major Fox stared smugly at the ugly red welt emerging on Jamie's buttocks, then raised the crop and brought it slashing down again. Again, Jamie shrieked as her behind exploded with pain. She jerked and thrashed against the desk, hopelessly pinned there by the Major's strong hand.
Again the crop cracked down, whooshing through the air and impacting with a dull, CRACK!
Jamie was bawling miserably, her body heaving and trembling as it lay across the desk.
"Call yourself tough?" Fox sneered.
Again the crop cracked down, digging deep into the curbing, round, white flesh, then bouncing up, leaving a nasty red line. Fox looked at the four lines, all drawn horizontally across the two buttocks, and her own lust grew.
She brought the crop down again, then again, then again and again. The air resounding to the swishing sound of the crop's movement and the crack of its landing. Jamie's sobbing was continuous, heightened greatly at each blow, then trailing off somewhat.
Several times, Fox stopped and fingered the pencil box, pumping it in and out of Jamie's cunt tube. It was easy to tell the younger woman's pussy was still oily wet with juice.
For Jamie, the outrageous pain of the first few blows had given way to a burning hot wall of sensations coming from her behind. The new blows brought a new heat to her ass, but not the knife sharp pain of the first ones. It was as though the throbbing heat of her behind blocked, or rather screened the pain, absorbing it into itself.
She felt the physical blow, but only a kind of numbed version of the initial pain. Her sobs began to give way to a low weeping, and a kind of moaning distress.
When Fox pumped the pencil box inside her, she grunted low in her throat, the heat of her behind being joined by a new, more pleasurable heat in her groin. Her mind whirled with confusion and turmoil. She was bewildered by what was going on, hardly able to accept any longer that this was some kind of test of discipline.
And yet, if it were, she had failed, and failed badly. Even as she grunted in response to another slashing blow from the crop, she felt her pussy bubbling with arousal. Her mind was gripped by sexual desire, and unable to focus properly on anything but satisfying her own lust.
Lauren Fox looked down at the girl's behind, now criss-crossed with angry red welts. Jamie had stopped struggling, and now lay bent over, submissively absorbing each new blow. When she pulled the pencil box outward, the girl's ass pushed out too, as if not wanting to let go.
She swayed slightly, shaking her head to clear her own confusion. What a shame, she thought to herself. Such a pretty little ass, and all marked up.
She looked at the crop and then dropped it in surprise. Why had she done that?
"I... I'm sorry," she whispered.
Her hand shook as she reached it out and laid trembling fingers against the reddened flesh. Then she put her hands on Jamie's shoulders and pulled her upright. The girl's face was red, and wet with tears.
"I'm sorry, Co... Jamie," Fox whispered, sorrowfully.
She brought the weeping girl against her, hugging her tightly as Jamie pressed her face into the Major's shoulder. The stood there like that for long moments. During her energetic actions, Lauren's robe, held together by the simple belt, had come almost fully open. Jamie soon became aware of the feel of the Major's breasts pressed against her own. Her excitement had not abated, and now, as she felt the other woman's hard nipples digging into her sensitive breast flesh, it grew in strength.
She gulped down her tears, and pulled back slightly, her eyes looking into Lauren's, then sliding down her body, noting the small, conical breasts, drawn into perfect points, the slim musculature of her chest and belly, and the narrow line of blonde hair only slightly obscuring the Major's slit.
Lauren watched Jamie's eyes, saw the excitement in the girl, and knew that it mirrored her own. It had been a long time since she'd trusted anyone with the knowledge of her lesbian nature, but caution was useless here, and her body pulsed with need.
She pulled the robe open and let it fall to the floor, standing before Jamie completely nude. Her body was lean, but strong, her every movement displaying the muscles beneath the skin. She put her hands out, putting them on either side of Jamie's head and squeezing gently, then she drew the younger woman forward until their bodies touched.
Her hands slipped around Jamie's waist and pulled her in tighter, their bodies pressed up against one another, their breasts melded together.
Jamie stared in numbed confusion into Lauren's eyes, then the Major kissed her full on the mouth. For only a moment, Jamie resisted, then her body overwhelmed her senses and she returned the kiss, helping to turn it into a furious, passionate melding of bodies and souls. Their tongues slipped together like joyful snakes, moving back and forth from one mouth to the other.
Lauren pressed forward hungrily, her body aflame with need. Her hands raced over Jamie's back, squeezing and kneading the tender flesh. She pushed the already weak girl back against the corner of the desk. The open end of the pencil box, protruding from between Jamie's cuntlips, came down hard on the corner and was rammed up into her cunt.
Jamie gasped in shocked pleasure, arching her back as a hot bolt of pure ecstasy blasted upward into her body. The pencil box was pressed up into her, popping into her cunt and letting her tortured pussy lips close finally, or almost close anyway, as the corner of the desk pushed through them.
Lauren continued the hot, oral dance, her right hand jumping to Jamie's crotch and rubbing quickly over, her spasming cunt. She gripped Jamie's hair again, jerking the younger woman back, back, her spine bending as Lauren leaned forward and fastened her lips around Jamie's throbbing left nipple.
She licked it once, then sucked furiously, her teeth nibbling and chewing without restraint as Jamie trembled through a whirlwind of sensations. Her eyes were wide with shock and her jaw dropped slackly.
Inside her body was a thick, hard object that jerked and twisted with every movement of her shaking body. Her tits were like rocks on her chest, her nipples threatening to explode outward from the pressure, like rocks flung upward from a ruptured volcano.
The orgasm ripped into her, not in a long, steady wave, but in a series of rapidly escalating shocks, one coming hard on the heels of the next, each greater and greater in strength and duration. Her cunt was having contractions and spasms, as if seeking to expel the thick, bulging object inside itself.
Instead, as her cum grew and lingered, she felt the thing slide deeper, felt her inner forces sucking the thing up into her belly, felt it's hardness move higher. She whimpered in stunned amazement, the end of the orgasm finally seeping from her body, leaving it a numbed shell.
Lauren pulled her hands free, then seized Jamie's head again, drawing the exhausted girl forward, off the desk, across the room. Jamie's legs wavered, then collapsed, dropping her to her knees on the floor. Lauren moved forward, still holding the girl's head, which was tilted back.
She stood, straight backed, her legs spread, and pulled Jamie's face into her groin. At first, she simply rubbed Jamie's face up and down against her crotch, then she kind of humped against her, bumping her cunt demandingly, against Jamie's mouth.
Jamie opened her mouth and tentatively slid her tongue out between her lips. She touched the center of Lauren's hot, cunt, tasting the tang of her juices seeping through. Lauren groaned and pushed her crotch forward.
Jamie began awkwardly tonguing the moist cunt opening, sliding her stiff tongue up and down the tight slit, now and then pushing deeper, scooping out wads of girl-cum. She searched higher, looking for the Major's clit, then pushed her cuntlips aside and found it.
The first touch of her tongue sent a fiery tongue of flame into Lauren's cunt. She staggered back, dragging Jamie with her, and fell across the bed. She spread her legs far, and Jamie crawled up, kneeling beside the bed, and resting her elbows on the mattress as she, pressed her mouth against Lauren's fuck-hole again.
Jamie was lapping furiously at her crotch, tonguing everything in sight. She washed down the Major's groin, licking and sucking and nibbling everywhere. Her fingers were at Lauren's clit, rubbing back and forth, then, daringly, she thrust a single finger into the Major s cunt slit, felt it sink deep into the woman's body, and felt Fox's ass jerk upward.
She focused her slobbering tongue on the Major's slit, licking around her pumping finger. She continued to rasp her fingers over her clitty, keeping careful pace with the older woman's humping and jerking.
She slid her tongue upward along the slit and folded her lips around the clit, sucking it in as her tongue worked back and forth on it. Three fingers pumped in and out of the tight, sucking cunt pit, churning the woman's juices as she grunted and moaned in pleasure.
Lauren squeezed her breasts, twisting her nipples around in circles as her body writhed uncontrollably. Her hands reached down and grabbed Jamie's head, pressing it against her crotch as she ground herself upward against it.
She felt a slow, growing throb in the center of her crotch. It intensified rapidly, burning its way upward until its hot glow surrounded and enveloped her body. She gasped in shock, the power of her cum blotting out all her thinking processes, making her body one joyful nerve ending.
Her breath was locked in her chest. She was stiff, unable to move or think or breath as the long, intensely powerful climax froze her in place.
Only the trembling of her otherwise motionless frame gave evidence of the ecstasy washing through her.
Then she collapsed, like a switch had been thrown. Her hands slipped from Jamie's head and dropped lifelessly to the mattress. Jamie slowly raised her head, looking dazed and apprehensive.
Lauren slowly opened her eyes. She pulled Jamie up into the bed with her and the both of them lay there side by side, arms around each other as they recovered from the joyful ordeal. After a while, the kissed, softly, gently, and then fell asleep there, still arm in arm, breast to breast.
* * * * *
The only sign of what had inspired between them were the painful welts on Jamie's buttocks. Though, perhaps a careful observer would notice the Major being somewhat less angry and cruel to the young Lieutenant, if no one else.
Their liaisons were always difficult to arrange, since it was unthinkable for either to be seen in the other's quarters with any kind of regularity. Often they would have to wait until after hours to show any kind of affection.
Then, Jamie would lock the office door. She would strip as the Major sat at her desk, watching hungrily, then, submissively, she would kneel before the chair, carefully push back the Major's skirt, pull down her panties, and begin a long joyful dance with her tongue and lips against Lauren's crotch.
Often, as if to demonstrate her superiority and greater strength, Lauren would simply take Jamie, take her the way a strong cruel man would take a woman, using her at a whim, then walking away.
She gloried in it, in being able to do as she wished with the nubile young woman, in making free with the girl's lithe body. She reveled in her control over the submissive blonde, abusing that control shamelessly, though always feeling a faint regret afterwards.
For Jamie, the affair was a confusing, frightening, worrying, wonderful thing, a thing beyond her control. Unlike Lauren, she was not a lesbian, had, had no other sexual contact with a female, and no experience with the rude, dominating force her lover displayed with her.
It was not so much that she was intimidated and fearful of Lauren s greater rank, experience, and strength, it was instead, as if the older woman's dominance freed her of all constraints and guilt. It was as if, for the first time in her life, she didn't have to show the world any strength or confidence, didn't have to prove her ability or competence. Instead she could simply go along with her mistress's orders, like a good soldier.
* * * * *
One morning, while she was going through the mail, an officer walked into the office. This in itself was hardly anything new, and Jamie, glanced up casually, as she always was, then back at the envelope she was opening. Then the image her eyes had seen managed to penetrate the slight morning fog she was under and she looked quickly back.
He was a Captain, though obviously no paper pusher. His uniform patch marked him as one of those secret commando types from the sealed off area of the inner base, the area the rest of them weren't allowed to enter.
It wasn't his uniform that grabbed her attention though, but the way it was filled out. The Captain's big uniform shirt bulged out in all directions, encasing an enormous barrel of a chest. His shoulders were huge, and the bare arms beneath the short sleeves were bigger than Jamie's thighs, bulging with muscles and tanned a deep brown.
She had to tilt her head back to see up to his head, which must have topped six and a half feet. He had short, wavy, light brown hair, and a bushy moustache. His blue eyes seemed the color of the cloudless sky, and his face was straight off a recruiting poster, strong, angular, with a jutting jaw and shining white teeth.
"Well, hello there, beautiful," the man said.
Jamie stared at him in stunned amazement, her thinking processes tied up completely as she sought to engrave the image on her memory forever.
"Something wrong?" he asked, his eyes twinkling like the stars.
"Uhhh... no... NO!" she jumped up from her desk. "Good morning, Sir!"
"Good morning," he repeated.
"Is there something I can do to help you, Captain?" she asked, her eyes moving up and down over him with dizzying speed.
"Well now, that depends."
"Ye... yes, sir?" she stuttered.
He sat on the edge of her desk, you free for dinner?"
"Tonight?" she asked, breathlessly.
He nodded.
"Ummm... yes. I am."
"Good. I'll pick you up at seven."
"Great."
"Now, can I see Major Fox?"
"Huh? Oh! Yes, Sir!" She picked up the phone to announce him and then looked back in chagrin.
"Uh... I don't know your name."
"Steve... Steve Wood."
"Captain Wood to see you, Major," she said into the phone.
"Send him in," Fox replied.
"Yes, Ma'am," she said, her eyes never leaving Captain Wood and his smile. "She said you could go in, Sir."
"Thanks, Beautiful... I mean, Lieutenant, Beautiful."
Jamie blushed.
"Jamie Connel." she said. The Captain winked in reply and went in.
Jamie nearly fell into her chair after the door closed. She closed her eyes and fanned her face with her hand. Then she twisted quickly around and grabbed her handbag, tearing out her compact and checking her hair and makeup.
* * * * *
The Captain looked even better when he showed up to pick her up, wearing civilian clothes, jeans and a checked shirt. "Hi," she sighed, gazing into his eyes.
"Hi, there, Jamie."
"I forgot to tell you where I lived," she giggled.
"No matter. I have friends in high places."
"Oh! Good."
"Shall we go?"
"Where to? Officer's mess?"
"Not a chance. Way too boring. I know this little place in town we can go."
"I thought the bars in town were off limits because of the guerrillas."
"Most of them are. Not this one."
"Oh. Well, I guess you know better than me. I'm just a paper pusher."
"Oh, we keep up to date on things like that, believe me," he grinned. He had the nicest teeth, Jamie thought. She followed him to the jeep and got in for the short ride to the nearby town.
If Jamie was panting with delight over Steve Wood's features, Steve wasn't far behind. His first sight of the delightfully shaped Lieutenant had sent his pulse racing. Now, clad in a short, thin, colorful dress that exposed her gorgeous legs, as well as the true scope of her bustline, she was irresistible.
He took her to El Cantina, a cheap but sanitary club specializing in dancing for the neighboring ranch hands and their girls. It was a raucous club, but one he'd found far more interesting than the boring drabness of the base clubs.
They moved into the dimly lighted bar and found a table in a corner.
"Want a tequila?" He asked.
"Yes, thanks."
He made his way to the bar and fetched them, keeping his eye on her the entire time, afraid some guy would spot her and try to move in. He hurried back and slid the drinks onto the table, then sat down across from her, his eyes drinking in her beauty.
"This place sure is noisy," she yelled.
"Yeah, I know. But the music is great." He yelled back.
She sipped from the tequila, wrinkling her nose at its strength.
"Sooo... What's a nice girl like you doing in a hell hole like this?"
"Surviving mostly. I just go where the army tells me. What about you? You're from behind the wire, aren't you? We're supposed to pretend you guys don't even exist."
"Is that why I have such a hard time getting a date?" he grinned.
She giggled in response.
"I can't believe you have any trouble getting dates."
"How would you like to dance?" he grinned.
She glanced at the couples gyrating on the crowded floor, and back at Steve.
"I dunno..." she sighed.
"Haven't you ever danced the Lambada?"
"Oh, of course!" She lied.
"Well then..." He got up and held his hand out to her, laughing in anticipation. She took his hand gingerly, and he jerked her up and out onto the dance floor.
He started swaying sensuously to the music. Of course, he was a fantastic dancer, she thought, nervously trying to emulate him, but not daring to make the kind of moves the rest of the crowd were using. Soon however, she didn't have any choice, as Steve started grinding his legs between her's and pushing his crotch against her inner thighs.
After a bit, she ground herself back, not wanting to appear like a prude. She found herself liking this dance, even though it was incredibly daring and kind of dirty. What her mother would think if she saw her doing it, she shuddered to imagine.
They danced through three songs, and then dropped exhaustedly into their chairs. Steve jumped up almost immediately, going to the bar for more tequilas.
He wouldn't tell her much about what he did behind the wire, and she didn't ask. Instead, she found herself telling her life story, pouring out her soul as she couldn't remember doing to anyone before. He was a good listener, and his stories of army life were often hilarious.
She'd decided after the first half hour that she was going to take him home, but continued to play the good girl as they danced and drank and talked.
At ten-thirty, he drove her back to the base, stopping before the side entrance to her building.
"Want to come up and see my etchings?" she grinned, half drunk.
"I always like to see budding artists' work," he grinned back, jumping out of the jeep and following her inside.
Neither of them saw Major Fox, standing in the shadows, watching furiously.
THREE
No sooner had Jamie closed the door and turned around when she found herself face to... chest, with Steve. He looked down at her cockily, his arms sliding down around her back and his face lowering until it touched hers.
Her lips parted and they kissed. It was sheer passion, a raw, carnal attraction between the two of them that swept them into an erotic maelstrom of emotions and sensations. Steve's hands moved quickly up and down her back, sliding further down onto her thinly clad buttocks.
His big hands enfolded her ass cheeks, clutching her to him as he humped against her crotch. He lifted her into the air, Jamie's hands going around his neck and her legs spreading and latching around his thick body as he carried her the few steps to the table, and half sat her on the edge.
His hands clutched her thin skirt, pulling quickly, lifting it and the dress up over her head. His eyes ravished her body as she unclipped her bra and pulled it off, throwing her chest out and leaning back saucily. He groaned low in his throat, burying his head between her thick, round breasts, his hands coming down to the sides of the lovely swollen meat and crushing them against the sides of his face.
Jamie moaned as well, her hands caressing his head and the back of his neck as his tongue began slurping and sliding across her tender breast flesh. He sucked her right nipple into his mouth and chewed ravenously, bringing a squeal of pleasure to the girl. His mouth moved savagely on her, nibbling, chewing, sucking, licking.
He pushed her backwards, his hand grabbing the thin elastic that surrounded her waist and tearing it apart, ripping her panties off and leaving her nude, her legs spread. His eyes darted to her drooling pink gash, and his hand instantly followed, cupping her moist crotch and squeezing as Jamie gasped and wiggled on his hand and the table.
He shoved her backward, kneeling by the table, his face between Jamie's spread legs. His mouth moved onto her cunt like a starving man handed a steak. Jamie grunted and jerked in tremulous response as his ferocious mouth devoured her pussy, his tongue a blurring machine on her vibrating clitty.
He stood up, tearing his shirt off over his head. His hands shoved his pants down as he kicked his shoes against the far wall, then his underwear followed. Jamie peaked through her legs as the now naked Captain turned his full attention on her body. Her eyes blinked in surprise as they beheld the size of his long, thick cock, pointing straight out from his furry pubic hair.
"Oh Goddddd..." she moaned.
"It's all for you, Baby," he hissed, pushing his fat cockhead against her wet cunt opening. He moved slowly into her, forcing her cunt lips farther and farther apart until his cockhead rested just inside her hot, steamy depths.
"Fuck me!" she groaned. "Fuck me!"
He pushed forward, his hands going to her legs and shoving them up and back. Jamie slid downwards on the table, going onto her back as Steve pushed her knees up against her shoulders and pushed his cock into her. She felt a deep, fullness, a stretching, almost to the point of pain.
His log of a prick moved into her body, shoving aside her thin, delicate cuntflesh as it sought to bury itself fully in her warm silky depths.
"Oh! Ohhh! Oh! It s so big!" she gasped.
"You bet it is, baby!" He thrust forward again, driving another inch of prick meat into her body.
"Its twelve and a half inches long!" he gasped. "It's gonna ream you out like you never felt before!"
"Do it! Fuck me! Fuck the shit out of me!" she cried.
He pushed deeper, forcing his thick cock high into her lower belly, and still pressing further. Jamie was gasping and grunting in pain and numbed pleasure, her every sense trained on the enormous cock working its way upwards in her body. Her cunt strained and groaned around the thick girth of the intruder.
His massive cock-pole, like a train slowing and coming to rest, touched her cervix, mashing up against it. Jamie looked down through slitted eyes and groaned anew, seeing that several inches of cock meat was still outside her cuntlips.
"I can't take it!" she gasped.
"You'll take it!" he gasped. He pulled back an inch, no more, and then jerked forward, sending his cockhead crashing into her cervix. Jamie yelped, and jerked against the table. Steve repeated the act, then again, and again, smashing at the back wall of her cunt like a medieval battering ram trying to break through a castle door.
Jamie whimpered and closed her eyes, a fiery ache seizing her loins as the massive prong bashed into her. She didn't feel it going deeper, though suddenly, his groin was slapping against her upturned buttocks. She looked down fearfully and saw Steve's pubic hair crushed against hers.
"It's in!" she gasped. "It's all inside me!"
"You got it all!" he moaned, grinding against her. His mouth fastened against her's and her tongue shot upward hungrily. His hips jerked from side to side as he tried to tear open her tunnel for his rutting use.
Jamie pried her legs apart, sliding her feet up over his shoulders as he began to slowly work his long prick back down the length of her fuck tunnel. Steve drew his cock out only half way, then slid it slowly back into her, mashing again against her cervix until he'd crushed his cock into her.
He pulled out again, keeping it slow and steady, sliding his cockhead out until it was just inside her taut cunt lips, then he slid it down her cunt again. Jamie writhed against him and he grabbed her ankles, forcing them up against the side of her head as the girl started to cum.
"Fuck me! Fuck meeeeeeee!" she gasped, shuddering as his seemingly endless cock moved into her with a smooth, slow movement, rasping steadily across her exposed clitty and driving her into a shuddering orgasm.
From the doorway, opened just a crack by her master key, Major Fox watched grimly, her face a savage hint of the rage within her. She cursed silently, watching the Captain's thick cock slide down into the blonde lieutenant, and watching Jamie shake through an orgasm.
So you like cock, do you, you good for nothing WHORE?! I'll see that you get lots of cocks up your stinking, sluttish cunt! BITCH! FUCKING CUNT!
Major Fox seethed, almost ready to rush into the room and confront the lovers. She felt betrayed, and held herself in check, only by thoughts of the revenge she'd work on the stinking little tramp.
"Harder! Harder! Oh God! OH MY GOD!" Jamie groaned.
"Take it! Yeah! Uhhh... Uhhh... Uhhh... Uhhh... Uhhh...!" he growled, slamming his prong into her furiously.
"So gooooood!" she whined. "Oooohhhhh! Ghooooood! Yesssssss! Yesssssssss!"
He used the entire length of his pole, stuffing it into her repeatedly, not pausing an instant now, her cunt thoroughly reamed for him. He pumped into her like a machine, his dick tearing in and out of her glistening pink cunt opening.
She shook her head furiously, grinding her teeth as another orgasm washed over her. Her cunt was screaming with pleasure, sending long furious bolts of ecstatic wonder flashing through her belly and up her spine to her brain.
She grunted continuously as his pile driving prong pistoned in and out of her furry gash, pounding up and down in her tight, sensitive fuck hole, and bruising her deep in the pit of her belly. His cock churned up in her guts, making her insides quiver like jelly.
"Oh FFFFUCK!" he gasped. His hands seized her huge, jiggling titties and squeezed them, his fingers cutting deep valleys in the oozing flesh.
He slammed his hips forward, driving his steely pole of meat down the black pit of her crack with greater and greater power as his orgasm approached.
His hands slid under her, lifting her from the table. Her legs went around him, wide as they sought to lock around his body. Steve's strong hands easily supported her, slamming her against him as he continued to pump his loins in and out.
Jamie couldn't reach his shoulders with her hands, couldn't even come close. She fell backwards, almost horizontal as Steve slammed his cock into her relentlessly. Her legs were bent at the knees, and clutched tightly against his sides as he hurled her forward and back.
She bent backwards, downwards, her spine stretching as her head and hands fell towards the floor. Steve continued to hold her, his hands around her tiny waist, his fingers interlocked as he jerked her against him, fucking her like she was a rag doll.
She groaned and whined in ecstatic release, feeling cum juice spraying into her. Steve howled and jerked her upward, her breasts smashing against his iron like ribcage, flattening against him as he clutched her against him and emptied himself into her sucking nether cavity.
* * * * *
Jamie stood at attention in Fox's office as the Major glared at her imperiously. "You look like you have a hangover, Connel!" she snapped.
"No, Ma'am," Jamie replied.
"Are you arguing with me?"
"No, Ma'am."
"Good. I've got a job for you today, Connel."
"Yes, Ma'am."
"We're sending a load of supplies to the government depot at San Miguel. You're going to lead it."
"Me, Ma'am?"
"I just said you, didn't I?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"It's time for you to get off your fat round little ass and do some work for a change!"
"Yes, Ma'am!"
Fox stepped closer, looking down distastefully at, the woman, remembering how Jamie's voice had risen in ecstasy the other night as a fat cock had rutted into her.
"You re nothing but a cheap little slut!"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"You think you can sit around here all day just because I let you suck me off?"
"No Ma'am."
Jamie knew that when Fox was in one of her moods, the only thing to do was agree with her.
"Here are your orders. Take the coast road and be back by four."
"Yes, Ma'am!" Jamie saluted and took the orders, then turned and quick marched out of the office. Oh well, she thought, at least it wasn't too hot today. It would be a nice break to get out for a while.
* * * * *
Jesus knelt on the low hill, watching the road. There hadn't been a Yanquee vehicle on this road for weeks now. The people's resistance had made it too dangerous. Nina insisted that there would be one this morning, though.
Nina was an excellent source of information. She'd seldom been wrong before. She claimed that there would be a truck loaded with ammunition, unguarded! This was hard to believe, but Jesus could not afford the mistake of being unprepared. The Yanquees had done some stupid things in the past.
Not only was the truck unguarded, and loaded with ammunition. But, claimed Nina, there was a female Yanquee officer who was the lover of a very high ranking American General, and who knew all the plans for the destruction of the resistance forces in this area.
Seizing her would be an enormous coup! If Nina was correct, of course. Surely the Yanquees would not be so stupido? Then an idea came to him. Nina's thighs were the delight of the province. Perhaps she had driven some Yanquee pig so mad with lust he had agreed to turn on his own kind. Yanquees were a weak bunch to be sure.
He sat and watched, careful not to move. Across from him, Miguel and Jose also sat, as did the other men. The ambush would be quick and professional, as always.
There! A vehicle approached, and painted army green. His eyes stared at it as it came closer and closer, got bigger and bigger.
George Fuller scanned the road carefully. He'd heard this road was supposed to be off limits. The lieutenant insisted though, so what could a poor grunt do about it? He glanced to the side, his eyes flicking over the small woman, trying to penetrate the thick green camouflage jacket she wore.
He was so busy trying to see between a pair of buttons to the pink flesh beneath, that he almost didn't stop in time. A tree crashed to the ground just in front of the truck and he jammed on the brakes, skidding from side to side on the dirt road until the bumper crashed into the leafy barrier.
He reached quickly for the M-16 beside him, but the door was yanked open and he was dragged down out of the cab before he could pull it free. He looked up at several Kalashnikovs pointing at his face. One of the ragged men holding one, yelled something at him in Spanish and he hesitantly put his hands up.
Jamie was dragged from the other side of the cab and sent tumbling into the dirt. She grabbed for the automatic in her holster, jerking it free and centering it on a charging figure. A foot crashed into her wrist, sending the gun flying before she could fire.
A hand grabbed her hair from behind and jerked her up and back, another hand twisting her arm up behind her back. She yelped in pain, her arm almost broken as it was forced upwards. A dirty, skinny man walked towards her, his face half obscured by several days' growth of beard.
"That was not so nice, Yanquee," he grinned.
"I... I am an American Off..."
His hand slashed down, cracking across her face, and slamming her head to the side.
"Silencio! You will speak when I tell you to. For now, you will keep silent until we are at our base!"
He nodded at whoever held her and she was jerked around and frog-marched up a low hill. She could see a dozen Latin men moving around the rear of the truck, tearing out boxes and breaking them open.
At the top of the hill, a foot tripped her, sending her sprawling forward onto her face. Her hands were jerked behind her and forced up, her elbows twisted together and painfully bound there.
"Get up!" said the voice behind her, a female voice. A hand grabbed her hair and jerked her to her feet, then a hand pushed her forward.
"Move!" the woman s voice said again.
Jamie was marched through the thick jungle, slapped and kicked whenever she slowed, pulled up by the hair when she fell. Then she heard the woman behind her slip and fall with a curse. She jumped to one side and raced through the thick undergrowth, hoping to lose her captors.
There was cursing and yelling behind her, and the sounds of bodies crashing through the brush. Her chest heaved as she tried to put space between her and her pursuers. Her awkward position, arms bound behind her, was her downfall as she slipped twice, finally crashing into the side of a tree and falling on her face.
Feet crashed through the brush near her, and then stopped. She heard heavy breathing and the woman s voice hissing low Spanish curses. A heavy boot crashed into her right side, then into her shoulder. She yelled in pain, her legs and feet struggling to get her upright. The foot crashed into her behind as she rose, sending her sprawling forward again.
Then she was kicked right between the legs. The boot crashing straight into her cunt. She cried out in pain, rolling onto her back and drawing her legs up to try to ward off her attacker. Her eyes opened in surprise as she saw her attacker, a furious, wild eyed young girl of no more than sixteen.
The girl kicked her again, her foot lashing forward and cracking into Jamie s hip.
"Stop! Stop! No!" Jamie cried, wriggling on the ground as the girl continued to kick her. She jerked onto her side and the girl's foot smashed into her belly, knocking the air out of her and leaving her gasping like a fish out of water.
Then, the girl stopped, the sound of her breathing still loud in the quiet jungle. She cursed Jamie again, low in her throat, stepping forward. She smashed the heel of her boot down on Jamie's thick breast meat as the American woman lay on her side, grinding the heel into the tender flesh.
"Maria! Do you have her?"
"I have her!" The girl snarled. She reached down and grabbed Jamie's hair, pulling her up by it, despite the blonde woman's scream of pain.
"Fuckiing Whooore!" the girl hissed. She produced another rope and tied it around Jamie's throat, tight, then twisted the other end around her fist.
"You move, beetch," she shoved Jamie, who was bent over, gasping, trying to regain her breath.
* * * * *
Steve rapped smartly on Jamie's door, humming to himself as he thought of the good times he'd have tonight. Jamie was the hottest little number he'd been involved with for years. Not only was she a dynamite looking girl, but was military, understanding the many unspoken signals he sent.
Besides that he just plain liked her. Steve couldn't remember the last time he'd liked a woman's company as much as he'd enjoyed Jamie's the other night. There was something about the girl that was so fresh and bright, and sexy besides. He'd been thinking about her all morning.
No answer. He checked his watch. It was after four. She should be off duty by now. He walked down the hall, heading towards the staff rooms.
Maybe she'd had to work late today because of that idiotic truck hijacking over on the coast road. Some moron had driven an army truck loaded with supplies down there and naturally gotten himself captured by the communist guerrillas.
Well, it took all kinds to make a world, even assholes and morons. He pushed open the swinging doors and walked into the big office. It was nearly empty, only a sergeant sitting by a desk in the corner. He walked through to Fox's office and tried the knob. It was locked. He knocked.
"She's gone to her quarters, Captain," The sergeant said.
"You mean the Major?"
"Yes, Sir."
"I was looking for Lieutenant Connel."
The sergeant looked at him curiously.
"Uh... Didn't you hear, Sir?"
"Hear what?"
"About the truck hijacking."
"What about it?"
"Lieutenant Connel was on the truck, Sir."
Steve felt like he'd just been punched hard in the stomach.
"What!?"
The sergeant nodded.
"What the fuck was she doing on a supply truck?"
"Don't know, Sir. She didn't normally go on supply runs, or any other kind of runs."
"Well what was she doing on this one?"
"You'd have to ask Major Fox, Sir."
"Fucking right I will!" He growled.
He slammed out of the room, heading for the women's dorm in officers country. Half way there, he realized that he didn't even know which room the major held and turned towards central HQ instead. As expected, the operations officers were in place in the red lit room, their eyes scanning the various printers and computer screens before them.
Few people were allowed entry here, but his pass got him through. He spotted Jack Robinson in a corner, talking on the phone. He went over to his desk and sat down, waiting for him to finish. Jack waved welcome, and finished talking to some Colonel, then hung up.
"Good to see you Steve."
"Yeah, me too. Listen, what the fuck happened today on the Coast road?"
"Beats the hell out of me. Some office-girl Lieutenant took a wrong turn or something and got her ass caught."
"That's my girlfriend."
"Oh. Sorry, Steve."
"What was she doing on that fucking truck? She never went on supply runs."
"They're a little short staffed in supply. Her boss offered her. Regs call for an officer for ammo supplies and all she had to do was sit beside the driver and sign the paperwork.
"How did they end up on the Coast road?"
"No idea. Nobody knows."
"You sure she's alive?"
"No blood and no bodies found at the scene. She and the driver were taken away. They wouldn't do that if they were dead."
"Shit!"
"Uh, huh. Didn't know you had a girlfriend."
"Well. We only had one date."
Jack snickered and Steve glared at him.
"I like her, okay? I want her back."
"Don't blame you. She's supposed to be some looker."
"Where the fuck did they take her?"
"Hell, Steve. We don't know that. If we knew where their base was, we'd go in there and blast hell out of them."
"Who's on this?"
"Flannagan."
"That asshole?! He couldn't find his own asshole with a bloodhound to help!"
"It's his turn."
"Fuck that! I wanna take this."
"You'll have to talk to the Colonel."
"Fucking right I will!"
"You know..." Jack said.
"It was real funny, that ambush. Usually the amigos just spray the cab with bullets and kill everyone. This time they dropped a fuckin tree in front of it and took them prisoners. Why'd they do that? What was different about this?"
"There was a woman in the truck."
"Shit! That never stopped these locos before. They killed plenty of women. Remember that local governor's wife and kids.
Steve nodded unhappily. The woman and girls had been raped, tortured and finally impaled, their naked, upright bodies staring at the morning traffic on the main roadway as if they were standing up. Their toes were inches from the ground though.
"They wouldn't have known she was there in time to change their plans, even if they did give a damn."
"Unless it was an inside job. Colonel figures they musta known the truck was heading there and who'd be on it."
"How would they know that if the truck wasn't supposed to be there in the first place?"
"Maybe the driver or the girl were in on it."
"Jamie wasn't in on anything!"
"Okay, okay. The driver then."
"I m gonna fuckin find out, and if those fucking commies touch her I'll see they're skinned alive."
"Gotta catch 'em first, man."
"I will." Steve promised. His eyes like ice.
FOUR
Finally they shoved Jamie forward through a low tangle of barbed wire and she fell exhaustedly to her knees in a low trench. Once again, Maria dragged her to her feet by the short rope, almost strangling her in the process.
Jamie was a sweaty, dirty, bedraggled mess as she was led in amongst a group of tiny huts amidst the trees. Almost no sky was visible overhead as the guerrillas used the trees to hide their base from overflying aircraft. Maria booted her in the ass, sending her stumbling forward into a rutted track that served for a road.
She stood up and Maria shoved her forward again, knocking her into the back of the Guerrilla ahead of her. He turned with a curse, his hand cracking against her face and sending her to her back in the dirt once more.
"We will question her later," Jesus said. "You watch her Maria."
"Si," she said, unhappily. She dragged Jamie up by the hair again, shoving and kicking her forward until she was outside a low hut, then throwing her down on her side there on a low hillock. Maria sat down a few yards, away, pulling out a canteen and drinking deeply.
Jamie looked at her tiredly, her body aching in almost every square inch. She watched the water hungrily, watched as the girl upended the canteen, pouring it down her chest with a sigh of relief. She turned and saw Jamie, then smiled nastily and deliberately put the canteen away.
Several guerillas came over to stand and squat around Maria, talking to her in low voices, apparently asking about Jamie. Maria replied in a sneering voice, her eyes flashing and hands waving as she talked. Some of the men laughed loudly.
Then Maria said something softly and the others regarded her with a different kind of face, their eyes no longer amused, instead, thoughtful. Jamie looked away, trying to turn over and look for Private Hanlon. She'd heard him grunting and cursing along behind her the entire trip from the ambush.
Then one of the men grabbed her foot, the one on top and lifted it in the air. She barely had the energy to protest as he undid her laces and pulled off her boot. He dropped her foot, then knelt and unfastened the other, pulling both off her feet.
Jamie was still on her side, half conscious as sweat blinded her and made a sopping rag of her uniform. She kicked out weakly, receiving a swift kick in the hip for her trouble.
Maria said something in a high, cackling voice, her laughter and amusement obvious, despite the language gap.
She knelt beside Jamie, then her fingers reached for Jamie's belt, unsnapping it and unbuttoning her trousers. Jamie twisted feebly as the girl nimbly undid the buttons and pulled down the zipper. She grabbed Jamie's pants and jerked them down her legs and off.
Jamie whimpered helplessly, trying to draw her knees up and cover herself, but the girl was relentless, jerking and twisting her panties down and off, leaving her naked below the waist. There were appreciative comments and laughter from the dozen men who now surrounded them and Jamie cringed.
Maria knelt on her head, pressing down hard as her clawed fingers dug into Jamie's arm, holding her firmly in place. One of the men dropped his pants and knelt at Jamie's crotch. He grabbed her left leg, hoisting it into the air, opening up her crotch as he pushed in.
Jamie could hardly see anything, her face was mashed into the dirt with Maria's leg on top. She felt the man's fumbling hand rubbing over her bare crotch, heard the men howling with amusement, then something soft, but at the same time hard, press against her cuntlips.
It pressed into her, jabbing hard against her soft pussy opening. Jamie cried out as her twat lips were pried open and the hard cock was driven into her. She was pierced by the angry cock, felt it stabbing deep into her fuck tunnel as the man held her leg pressed high against his chest and worked his dick into her body.
Jamie's cunt was on fire with pain as his male organ forced its way inside. She was totally unprepared for anything down there and bit her lip in pain as he started energetically working it in and out of her. The men around cheered as he rutted furiously into her splayed crotch hole, pumping his ass.
Jamie felt his hands clutching her buttocks and sliding over her belly as he pumped into her. Her thigh tendons ached almost as much as her pussy as the man forced her leg straight up and back.
Jamie tried to turn over onto her back, or belly. Either would have been less painful. Maria wouldn't let her move though, snickering in pleasure as she watched the brutal rape.
The man gasped, breathing hard as he continued to pump his cock into her tight, dry fuck tunnel. Then he groaned and stabbed it deep inside her, shooting off his seed and falling backward. Jamie's relief was only temporary. Another took his place instantly.
This one, his cock eased by the cum oiling her fuck tunnel, began to rut into her with savage intensity, crashing his big body against hers with jarring, thundering force, as he pistoned his cock into the deepest parts of her fuck-pit.
His hands rubbed along her body as he bent her leg up and back. His left hand slid up her belly, under her blouse and jacket, trying to reach her chest. Maria tore at the buttons, then used a knife on the green t-shirt, cutting it open down the middle to reveal Jamie's big bra encased tit flesh.
A single slice of the knife parted the two cups and let Jamie's tit meat spill out. The man crowed with delight, his hand grabbing a handful of white tit and squeezing it roughly. He plunged into her, his dick slicing in and out as his hand twisted her breast cruelly.
He pounded into her, his hard brown body crashing against the soft white flesh in front of him.
He half lifted her lower body off the ground as he rutted, jerking her leg up and down as he sought to bury every last inch of cock into the gringo slut's hole. Then he came, spurting wad after wad of seed into the woman.
He pulled away in satisfaction, wiping his cock on her buttocks and putting it back in his pants. Another man knelt, lifted her leg and thrust himself into her.
* * * * *
Steve glared across the desk at the Colonel.
"Are you telling me we're supposed to do nothing?" he demanded.
"This is a foreign country, Wood! We are not the police. We have to let the locals handle it!"
"They're a bunch of assholes."
"That's enough. You will forget about this incident and get back to your training program. Is that understood, Captain?"
"Yes Sir!" Steve snapped, turning and storming out.
"Fuck him!" he snarled.
Charlie grinned, following him across the parade ground as the steaming Captain muttered angrily to himself.
"Listen, Charlie. If you wanted to get word out to somebody about a shipment, where would you go?"
"You mean if I was an American on this base? I d go to one of the cantinas in town."
"But which?"
"I dunno, most of 'em are pretty heavy with commie symps."
"Right, but a few are still visited by Americans. It'd be one of those."
"So?"
"Jamie didn't know anything about a fucking supply run the other night. Neither could anyone else. Somebody must have let someone know this morning. There's no phone that isn't monitored, so it'd have to be in person."
"You can always check the registry at the gate."
"Exactly what I was thinking."
* * * * *
Jamie had at last been allowed onto her back, though her arms hurt terribly as her weight and the weight of the man atop her came down on them. He grunted as his body jerked up and down on top of her, his thick cock sliding in and out of her cum soaked pussy hole.
He came, sending more white jism into her belly, and rolled over. Jamie groaned in relief, able to breath freely at last, without his weight on her chest.
Maria was saying something enthusiastic which Jamie couldn't understand. She pulled up on Jamie's hair, trying to get her up off her back.
Jamie groaned and then sobbed, losing control as the pain shot through her head once more. She was pulled up onto her knees, and then up onto her feet, staggering weakly as Maria led her forward several yards to where a man sat on a tree stump, his pants down and his cock sticking up into the air.
Maria led her over to him, forcing her down so Jamie's crotch came down into the man's lap. The man held his cock upright, pointing its tip at her fuck hole as Maria shoved her downward. Jamie groaned as she felt it push into her. She sank down on it, unable to support herself even had Maria not been pushing on her shoulders.
The man barked a laugh, his hands coming around behind her and grabbing her pale buttocks. He squeezed tightly, his nails digging hard into her soft ass flesh as he pulled her crotch against him. She was down fully on his cock now, feeling its tip up in her belly. Her breasts rubbed against his bare chest he nuzzled her neck.
He grabbed her head in both hands, holding her face inches from his, then he kissed her on the mouth, sending his tongue deep into her mouth, wriggling it around in the back of her mouth so she almost threw up. She held it down, knowing the pain he'd inflict on her if she did.
He pulled her backwards, bending her back like a bow so her breasts stuck out and up. He commented on them to the others, caressing the big, fleshy mounds, now red, tender, and sore with the abuse they'd taken. He bit down hard on her right nipple, sending a sharp stab of pain into Jamie's chest.
She sobbed again, weeping openly before the guerrillas as the man practically ate her tit, biting hard repeatedly, his groin humping up at her crotch, jerking his cock in and out. His cock sawed back and forth in quick, short, pistoning motions.
Jamie, exhausted, miserable and hopeless, her body aching and her spirit crushed by the prolonged abuse and degradation, ceased any resistance, or even thoughts of resistance. Her mind went numb, allowing the man to continue rutting and playing with her body as her eyes lost their focus and her consciousness waned.
He came inside her belly, then shoved her backward off his lap so she fell on the grass at his feet. She didn't move, her eyes looking upward dully. She was dragged away and turned over. Hands lifted up on her belly, positioning her on her knees, her face crushed into the dirt.
She was pierced again, yet another cock sliding back and forth inside her body. She was hardly aware of it, her mind having retreated under the relentless barrage of pain and humiliation.
* * * * *
It took some persuasion to get the Sergeant to let them see the book. It was worth it though.
"Look at this!" Steve said, shoving the book under Charlie's nose.
"Look at what?"
"Major Fox went out early this morning."
"She goes out every morning, Captain," the Sergeant sighed, unimpressed with these Special Forces jocks.
Steve dumped the book back on the table and pulled Charlie out of the small hut.
"He said she goes out every morning, Steve."
"Yeah, but she was the one that offered Jamie for this run. I think that's some kind of coincidence."
"It's not a coincidence if she goes out every morning," Charlie maintained patiently.
"Where's she go every morning?"
"You wanna ask her?"
"No, I got a better idea. We'll follow her tomorrow."
"Ahh, shit, man. How are we supposed to do that? We got hand to hand around five, then a twenty mile hike."
"I'll get us out of it. I want to see where she goes."
"She's admin. She's probably looking after supplies or something."
"We'll see," he said, grimly.
* * * * *
Jamie was on her belly, her legs spread wide apart. She grunted with pain as yet another man fell atop her. She smelt his putrid breath on her neck as he rubbed her buttocks, then settled firmly atop her small body. She felt his hand rubbing down between her legs, and braced herself for yet another fucking.
Instead, his finger pried at her tiny, wrinkled asshole. She groaned in pain and despair as his finger jabbed against the tender hole, stabbing inward, forcing the little opening, and wriggling into her anus. She bit her lip, as she'd done several times already, closing her eyes against the terrible humiliation as the gathered crowd of guerrillas laughed and shouted.
She felt the man's hard erection pressed between the soft cheeks of her ass, then the finger was withdrawn and the head of the cock centered against her opening. She'd never been fucked in the ass before, believing it disgusting. She knew that she had no choice any longer. This was not a man who would politely take no for an answer.
The cock pressed harder and harder, the steely pole pushing insistently at her tiny orifice. She felt her asshole widen, a sharp burning sensation shooting up to her brain in protest as the man's cock pushed inward, forcing her anus wider and wider as it jammed down.
The burning in her asshole grew worse and worse as the man's cock punched its way past her sphincter and a full two inches deep in her shit hole. He was a growling animal atop her, jerking his cock this way and that, pounding down against her little hole, determined to bury his organ in her rectum.
She groaned, this time loud enough for the others to hear her. There was a shout of satisfaction and amusement. Even the few women present seemed amused by her plight, rather than sympathetic.
Jamie had thought she had endured the worst during the long rapings, but never had she experienced such total degradation. She longed to hide herself in a corner and weep.
Her rapist cared nothing for this, however. His cock sank deeper and deeper into the tight pit of her anus, inch after inch tunneled into her body, sliding past her straining ass opening without hindrance.
She felt speared, stuck like she'd been knifed to the jungle floor. Her asshole felt terribly full, the man's thick erection filling the round tube, and moving deeper still. She jerked helplessly between the ground and the man atop her, grinding her teeth in pain as the cock impaled her.
Finally, she felt his thick, crinkly pubic hair press against her ass cheeks. He lay atop her, fully buried in her tight, hot depths, his prick pulsing eagerly inside her rectum. Jamie groaned again, bringing a laugh of pleasure from the man atop her.
He jerked back then, pulling his hips upward, tearing several inches of thick cock meat out of her anus. She gave a low cry, the cock hurting as much when it left as when it entered. Then he threw his hips down again, driving his cock back into her.
He rolled from side to side, grinding his cock around in her rubbery anus, trying to work her loose. He pulled back again, then drove it back into her. Again, he pulled back, slowly drawing inch after inch up out of her round little opening.
The gathered crowd watched the man's fat cock emerge from the little hole, then cheered as he humped down, slamming it back into the Yanqee bitch's asshole again. They watched gleefully as the man started to jerk his cock up and down, ripping it in and out of the blonde's behind.
The cock moved easily and steadily now, all defenses crushed by its relentless assault. Jamie's anus was a burning hole, more than literally.
She felt the fat cock pumping smoothly in and out of her, felt the tip of the cockhead high in her belly at the bottom of each downstroke. It gave her cramps when it was fully inside her, and tore at her anus when it slid back out.
She could do nothing to resist. She lay there unmoving, save for occasional shudders and trembling, as the brutal sodomy continued. The long prick pounded in and out of her asshole, the man grunting with pleasure as his cock was tightly massaged by her silky insides.
He kissed and sucked at her throat, his hands in her hair twisting her head to the side. His right hand slid beneath her, searching for her crotch, covering it and squeezing tightly. His finger slid into her fuck hole, grinded against her clitty with rough force.
To Jamie's utter astonishment, pleasure flared in her loins. She was so numbed and battered, that she didn't even notice at first. Only when the sensations rose to a high pitch did her attention shift from her ravaged anus to the burning heat in her cunt.
She opened her eyes wide in amazement, certain that she was mistaken, at least at first. It became obvious to her rather quickly that she was, in fact, becoming extremely aroused at the rough fingering. She couldn't understand how, nor was she capable at that moment of thinking very clearly about her own physiology.
Her mind, as dazed as it was, still tried to fight down the sensations, but the man sodomizing her continued, for whatever reason, to pump his fingers in her honey pot, and massage her clitty. The feelings grew and grew, forcing her body to shudder in response.
Blinding sensations of pleasure rippled up and down her body, overwhelming what was left of her consciousness. She gave up, to both pleasure and pain, no longer caring. She flowed with them, unable to affect either, unable to either grind herself down on the fingers, or tear herself away from the stabbing cock.
She came. It wasn't a terribly huge cum, not one that blasted her like a hurricane, but one that shook her from head to toe. She groaned loudly, her body twisting and quivering. The watchers failed to recognize the source of her moaning, thinking them more complaints. None there realized she was in the midst of an orgasm, not even the man plunging his cock into her anus.
He himself, was on the verge of orgasm. He slammed his cock hard into the shivering blonde, pistoning in her anal opening as his cock exploded with ecstasy. Wad after wad shot down into the girl's asshole, sucked inward by a vacuum like pressure.
He rose with a sigh, and was replaced by another. This one, older, wanted no part of her asshole. He lifted her hips, pulling her to her knees once again. His cock punched into her cunt with a single hard thrust, and the man began rutting into her like a dog into a bitch in heat.
Jamie felt her pussy filled, and a quiet gratitude filled her as well. She knelt, her face pressed to the dirt, her legs spread wide as the man pumped into her. She groaned again, her cunt burning hot with renewed excitement, barely soothed at all by her first orgasm.
She held herself in check, managing to hide her condition as she reveled in the furious assault on her cunt pit. She moaned with delight, loving the brilliant ecstasy shooting through her body as the man pounded his organ into her. Her cunt flared and exploded again, sending her into a groaning, shaking seizure.
The man behind her rammed his cock so hard it jerked her forward in the dirt. He pulled back, sliding almost the full length of his fuck pole out of her, then slammed back in, again jerking her forward. He hammered his body against her rounded buttocks, driving his cock into her with savage intensity.
Jamie came with a furious, clamoring eruption of carnal pleasure. Her entire body seethed with powerful sensations of deep burning sexual bliss. She almost blacked out, her every awareness focused on her spasming fuck box.
Then the man fucked her with terrible speed, grunting with pleasure as his cock emptied itself into the kneeling girl's twat. He slapped her hard on the ass and got up, laughing happily. Jamie continued to kneel there, nearly senseless as the remnants of her cum washed through her.
Another man knelt behind her and plunged his cock down into her asshole, sighing with pleasure. After he had cum, she was fucked in the cunt again three more times, then up the ass twice, before being thrown onto her back again and fucked a further ten times.
Jamie was finally dragged unconscious into one of the huts and left there. Private Hanlon had been there for hours, hearing, but not able to see the prolonged rape. He gazed in dismay at the bedraggled young woman thrown at his feet.
Jamie was a mess, clad only in her open jacket and torn shirt, her body covered with bruises and dirt, with cum shining wet all along her inner thighs and belly. Her hair was a dirty, tangled, mass of sweaty strands, almost unrecognizable as blonde. Cuts covered her body, especially her breasts. Blood trickled from her lips and nose.
There wasn't anything Hanlon could do for her though. He was tied against a pole in the corner of the room, a dozen feet away. He pulled angrily at the ropes, then settled back grimly, thinking of all the things that would happen to their captors once he was free.
* * * * *
Steve and Charlie watched as Major Fox went into the small building and the door closed behind her.
"I told you, man. She's picking up the fuckin' mail," Charlie said.
"Maybe that's not all she's doing." Steve scowled.
"This is dumb. Why would she tell the commies where a truckload of supplies was heading?"
"How do I know? Maybe she's a commie symp."
"Are you nuts? Major icebox shorts?"
"Stranger things have happened."
A few minutes later the major emerged from the building, then walked down the street to a canteen. She went inside and Steve looked triumphantly at his friend.
"So what?"
"Who gets a drink at this hour? The place isn't even open yet."
"Doesn't prove anything," Charlie maintained. "Let's go over there."
"And do what? You want to barge in and demand an explanation?"
"I was thinking of something else."
They moved around the back of the building, sneaking through an alley to the back door. It was locked, but Steve picked it easily and the two of them slipped inside. They found themselves in a narrow hallway with doorways on either side and a set of stairs leading up.
Just as they approached one of the doorways, a man came around the corner. His eyes opened wide when he saw the two. Steve threw a hard right into the man's belly, doubling him over with a low whooof of escaping air. A hard karate chop to the back of his neck dropped him to the floor unconscious.
He and Charlie lifted him and dragged him to a nearby closet, pushing him inside and closing the door quietly.
"We better hurry up." Charlie whispered.
Steve nodded, moving to the doorway and looking through. It was an empty store room. He moved further down the hall and looked around the corner, into an empty kitchen.
The two of them moved into the kitchen listening carefully for the sound of approaching footsteps. There was another door in here, leading towards the center of the building. Music was coming from there. They advanced quickly. Steve pushed the door open slowly, just a crack, and pressed his eye to it.
He looked out onto the main bar. He couldn't see anyone at first, then he spotted a pair of figures sitting at a table off to the right. It was Major Fox, that was certain, but who the other was, he didn't know. Then he rose, only to reveal a gorgeous set of breasts.
The woman, a young, striking Spanish girl of twenty or so, picked up a bottle from the bar and poured herself a drink. Major Fox rose and came over to the bar to join her. Her arm went around the girl's waist and she pulled her close.
Steve's eyes widened in shock. So that was why she was such a cold bitch. She was a fuckin' dyke! Well, there had been rumors of course, but he hadn't believed them. He watched the Major's left arm, the one around the other woman, rub up and down. Her hand emerged down under the other's arm and cupped her breast, squeezing tightly.
The woman turned her head and the two of them kissed, strong and passionately. She turned to face Fox, her hands going to the Major's breasts.
She squeezed them, then slid her hands downward, lifting the hem of the shirt from the Major's skirt and unbuttoning it.
Steve watched, transfixed, grumbling in complaint as Charlie forced his way in between his legs, pushing his own face to the crack in the doorway. "Wow!" He heard him whisper.
FIVE
The Spanish girl was devouring Fox's breasts like she'd been starved for days. Her mouth raced all around them, her tongue slithering out, her lips sucking, her teeth nibbling. Wet, slurping sounds came from her as the Major moaned in pleasure.
She ran her hands through the thick dark curly hair, bending backwards against the bar as her eyes closed in satisfaction. Steve could see the small sharp points of her nipples outlined against the sunlight spilling through the far windows.
"Ohhhhh Ninnaaaaaa!" Fox moaned. "You're so gooood you little ddaaaaarrlliinnnggggg!"
"Let me suckle you some more Meejor," the girl mewled, bring her lips away from Fox's glistening wet breasts to lock them against Fox's mouth. Fox's hands reached out and tore open the thin summery frock the girl was wearing, revealing her large, brown breasts.
She pulled the girl to her, their breasts sliding and mashing together in a wet, smacking symphony of lust. Fox's hands slid down the girl's back and cupped her buttocks firmly, squeezing and kneading them through the thin skirt, pulling it upwards inch by inch.
Steve's eyes were locked onto the girl's hemline, watching it sliding and jerking upward above her knees and then up her thighs until her lacy black panties were finally revealed. One of the Major's hands slid down the back of those thin little panties and rubbed along Nina's ass crack.
Fox was bent backwards, half lying across the bar. Her legs were spread wide and the girl was between them, her crotch rubbing against the Major's. Both were moaning and sighing in carnal pleasure, their hands rubbing and stroking each other's bodies.
Fox gripped Nina's thin black panties, pulling them upwards hard. Steve watched the panties digging into the girl's crotch, splitting apart her pussy lips and pulling up tight to reveal her fine round buttocks. Then they tore away, and his eyes feasted on the sight of the dark, furry cunt opening between Nina's legs.
The Major's hands rubbed over it, as if searching. Her fingers slid up and down the tight looking slit, then pushed against it. Steve watched two fingers slide slowly up into Nina's twat, disappearing from sight, buried to the knuckles in the steamy insides of the passionate Spanish girl.
Nina began kissing down the length of Fox's stomach, her lips moving down over the tight, flat belly, her tongue circling around the blonde woman's belly button, darting against it. Then she moved lower, her fingers loosening the Major's uniform skirt, sliding it down her legs along with her panties.
The Major kicked them free, naked now, save for the t-shirt bunched above her breasts, and the open military uniform blouse. Nina kissed downward along the Major's abdomen, then into her pussy hair. She squeezed Fox's ass cheeks, half lifting the older woman up onto a bar stool, pulling her legs up and apart.
Her mouth moved over Fox's pussy, stabbing into it. She pried open the slick cunt lips and swirled her tongue along the clitoris, making Fox jerk and hump against her. The Major's head was shaking from side to side, her hands gripping the girl's thick hair, pulling her deeper between her ivory thighs. Then Fox groaned low in her throat. She dropped her head way back onto the bar and trembled furiously. Her hands gripped her breasts, squeezing them and twisting the nipples as she came against Nina's pretty face. The girl sucked out thick dribbling woman-juice, drinking it down with a sigh of satisfaction.
Then she stepped back, smiling at the Major through half slitted eyes. She peeled her shirt off, then loosened her skirt so it dropped to her feet.
Now naked, she moved against the Major again, kissing her on the lips. The two of them hugged lovingly, stroking each other, fondling each other's breasts.
"Darling?" Fox whispered, barely loud enough for the watchers to hear.
"Yes, my sweet?" the girl purred, kissing all along the Major's strong jaw.
"What happened to my little plaything?" The girl giggled.
"Have no fear, my Meejor. She is well looked after."
"Is she getting plenty of fucking?" Fox sighed.
"She has many penis for her holes," Nina smiled, kissing the Major s left nipple.
"That's gooooddd!"
"Let me lick you some more, Meejor."
"I'd like to see her getting fucked, baby girl."
"Ahhh, these is not possible, Meejor. She is in secret place."
Fox moaned as Nina pinched her right nipple between her teeth and pulled her head back, stretching the nipple out and up.
"Oh Baby, baby, baby!" she gasped.
"Forget thet leetle beetch, my big soldier. She hees beeng fucked up the ass even now, I am sure."
"Do you... do you really think so!?" Fox gasped.
"Oooohhhh, yessss!" she groaned. Nina slid her hand under Fox's buttocks, her finger sliding against the blonde woman s crinkled anal opening. She pushed her hand forward, stuffing her finger into the hole, wriggling it deeper and deeper.
"In the asssssss!" Fox hissed, jerking her ass up and down on the stool, bouncing on the girl's probing finger. Her eyes closed and a blissful smile appeared on her thee as she contemplated the little blonde getting her asshole reamed out.
Suddenly there was a crashing sound from the back of the building. Charlie and Steve pulled back from the door, running over to the doorway leading to the rear. Two big Latino guys came through the door just as they reached it. Their faces clouded into harsh glares as they caught sight of the two Americans.
"What de fuck you doink here?" One of them demanded, grabbing Charlie's shirt. He grabbed the guy's wrist and twisted it fully around, then turned and hauled the guy over his shoulder. The man screamed as his wrist was twisted, then went flying across the room, crashing into a table.
Charlie kicked the other guy's right shin, then followed with a fast looping fist that sent the man sprawling backwards into a tall shelving unit.
Groceries collapsed onto the man as he slid downwards onto a pile of potato bags.
"Let's get the fuck out of here!" Steve hissed. The two jumped through the doorway just as Nina came blasting through the door from the bar, a big shotgun in her hands. She raised it towards them, but they disappeared as they rounded the corner.
The guy they'd knocked out when they came in was just coming out of the closet, muttering to himself as he rubbed his head. Charlie slammed shoulder first into the door, sending it crashing back into the dazed man, and throwing him back into the closet again.
They yanked open the rear door and ran out, turning down the alley and rounding a corner onto the street before anyone could see where they went.
They ran for a couple of blocks, till they reached their jeep, and then jumped in.
"Shit!" Charlie gasped, starting the engine.
"Almost got our asses shot off by a fuckin dyke!" Steve panted. The jeep's wheels spun, then caught, sending them hurtling down the road towards the camp.
"Think the Major saw us?" Charlie asked.
"No way man. Anyway, she's hardly seen me before, and never seen you."
"The dyke or those guys might describe us."
"We ain't wearing our uniforms. She'll never figure it for us."
"Yeah, that's good."
"We're goin' back there later, man."
"What? You fuckin' nuts?"
"You hear what she was saying about that girl getting fucked up the ass?"
"I didn't hear nothin. I was too busy lookin' to listen."
"The Major wanted to know where the little bitch was, and the girl said something about her being in a secret place and getting fucked."
"I wish I was in a secret place, getting fucked."
"Up the ass?"
"Well, no. You think that's your girl?"
"Might be. We'll find out tonight."
"What? You mean we're gonna come back here? At night? This place is bandit country after dark!"
"You scared of a bunch of ragged assed guerrillas?"
"With AK forty-sevens? Hell yes!"
"We can handle em."
"Why don't we just ask the Major? She's right on the fucking base!"
"Weren't you listening? The Major don't fucking know!"
"I hope this broad is worth it, man!"
"Wait till you see her, Charlie. She's a knockout, a real knockout."
"And she's got big tits, I bet."
"That too. And hey...!" He slapped Charlie's arm, "Watch how you talk about the woman I love."
"Love, hell," Charlie snorted in disgust.
* * * * *
Jamie was untied and dragged out into the open, then left on her back in the dirt. One of the Guerrillas threw a big bucket of water on her. It landed with a tremendous splash, making her shout and jerk upwards. Another bucket was thrown on her, then a third and a fourth.
She covered her face with her hands as her nearly nude body was soaked with the warm water. Her shirt and t-shirt were ripped off her back, leaving her naked, squatting in the mud, and staring around fearfully at the group that surrounded her.
"On your knees beetch!" one shouted. She looked around dazed and fearful. A foot caught her behind the shoulder and shoved her forward onto her belly.
"On your knees, beetch!" the voice shouted again. Jamie got shakily up to her hands and knees, trembling with fright.
One of the men stepped forward with a rope. He slid it around her neck and tied it tight, then pulled at it. He said something to the others, something Jamie didn't understand, but which caused much laughter. He jerked her forward, forcing her to crawl quickly behind him or be strangled.
He led her around in a circle, walking quickly so she had to crawl as fast, as she could. Her big round tits hung down below her thin torso, bouncing and swaying below her like two massive udders. One of the men booted her hard in the behind as she passed, bringing more laughter.
Then another man imitated him, also kicking her buttocks .as she crawled frantically past.
Soon she was being kicked every few seconds, hard army boots slamming into her tender round ass cheeks as she sobbed and cried out in pain.
One of the girls let her pass and then hurried up behind her. She aimed carefully between her pale, bouncing ass cheeks and slammed her foot forward right into Jamie's cunt.
Jamie screamed and flew forward, losing her balance and landing on her face and tits on the ground. Instinctively, her hands reached down between her legs, but then the man pulling her jerked on the rope again, strangling the little blonde as he dragged her along the hard baked dirt.
Jamie's hands grabbed the rope and hung on, taking the pressure off her throat. She managed to get to her knees again and began crawling quickly after him. Then another army boot slammed up into her cunt. Again she howled and lost her balance, sending her crashing into the dirt, her rounded tit orbs squashed flat beneath her.
She was dragged forward again, until she managed to frantically get back onto her hands and knees. Her knees were in agony, cut and scraped from her crawling on the hard dirt and stone ground. Another foot slammed into her cunt. This one was slightly off line. Jamie screamed in misery and pain, staggering sideways but maintained her balance.
Then another girl, not waiting for her to pass, ran forward and kicked viciously at her right tit. The boot crashed full into the side of the tit, crushing the tender meat as it pounded all the way to her ribs. Jamie howled in pain, her body thrown over onto her back by the force of the blow.
She landed, spread-eagled, her arms above her grasping the rope, her legs apart. Another girl raced forward and slammed the toe of her boot directly into Jamie's cunt. Jamie gave a horrified gasp of agony, her entire lower body jerking up off the ground. Then she flopped down, quivering spastically.
"Enough!" a voice said, in Spanish. "We must have her alive for the information we seek." Hands grabbed Jamie's arms and hauled her upright, then dragged her along the ground to another small shack. She was taken inside and dropped on her back on a table.
The men left, leaving the barely conscious girl alone with a tall, thin man. He was bald, but had a pencil thin moustache below his huge nose.
He gazed at the girl in contempt, then moved to the back of the cabin and lifted a bucket of water off the counter. He heaved it at Jamie, making her sputter and shake her head exhaustedly.
"Ahhh, you are awake, Si?"
Jamie opened her eyes slightly, looking at the man.
"I am an advisor to the People's liberation forces," he said. "You will be well treated, as a prisoner of war, provided you tell me what I want to know."
Jamie blinked through her tears and the water dribbling over her face. The man was wearing a uniform, but not the camouflage uniforms the guerrillas wore.
"You... you're Cuban?" she asked, hesitantly.
"Yes. I am with the Cuban army. My name is Captain Martinez. I am advisor to the Liberation forces here at the moment."
"You can't do this! I... I'm an American..." Martinez brought his hand down in a brutal karate chop that crashed into Jamie's belly. She grunted in shock, her legs and arms rising, as if either end of her body would whip upwards in response to the blow.
"You will speak only to answer questions, Hamerican Dog!"
He grabbed her by the hair and dragged her off the table, throwing her against the wall. Jamie, almost instinctively, brought her hands up, knocking his wrists aside, then punched him in the mouth, sending him reeling backwards against the table.
She rushed forward, kicking him in the crotch and doubling him over with a gasp. In the corner was an Uzi machine gun sitting on a table. She ran over to it and picked it up, turning quickly and bringing it to bear on the kneeling Captain.
Then a hand reached out from the doorway to a second room and grabbed her arms, jerking them up in the air. A hard boot crashed down on her bare foot, making her scream in agony and release the weapon. Her hair was caught firmly and a fist punched hard into her belly, then a Karate chop hit the back of her neck, knocking her out.
* * * * *
Steve and Charlie's visit to the bar had worried Major Fox. She didn't recognize them from the descriptions, but the mere fact that two gringos had been sniffing around made her fear that they would find out where Jamie was being held and rescue her. If that happened, then she was finished. She couldn't allow Jamie to talk.
She had had a hard time persuading Nina to bring her to the hidden camp, but finally managed it, arriving just in time to see the little slut about to escape. Now she and Captain Martinez gazed warily at each other across the table, neither of them trusting the other.
"There is no reason for you to be here," The Captain snarled.
"Oh? And you'd be dead now if I wasn't."
"I would have gotten the gun away from her."
"When? You were crawling on the floor crying."
"I was not crying!" he snarled.
"It doesn't matter. She is too dangerous to me. I want her dead now."
"Not until we get the information from her."
Fox was stuck. She had told them that stupid tale about secret information just so they would teach the little slut how nasty cocks could be. She didn't dare tell them it was a lie now. They would probably kill her. She had been selling them information for almost a year now, but still they didn't trust her.
She gazed at the unconscious girl. Now hanging from widely separated wrists, her toes inches above the floor. As long as she died, the Major thought, at least she could provide a little sport for a while. Knowing Martinez, she wouldn't last long anyway.
"Very well," she said. "But hurry. I can't take the risk of someone getting her free and learning that I sent her down that road."
"You think I don't know that? What do you take me for?"
A stinking male oinker, she thought to herself.
The Captain held smelling salts under Jamie's nose and she started to slowly come awake. She jerked her head back in complaint and he put them back on the table, bringing over a tape recorder and setting it up. Fox watched without comment, leaning back on one of the tables as she waited with anticipation.
"Wake up, Beetch!" Martinez demanded, slapping Jamie's face several times. Her wide blue eyes opened and she gazed around her in confusion, then back at Martinez. Fox was standing to her right and slightly behind her and she didn't see the woman.
"Are you ready to talk, Beetch!"
"T... talk? What do you mean?" Jamie groaned.
"I want you to tell me about the Hamerican plans for the war against the people."
"Wha... what?"
Martinez slapped her face hard, sending her head rocking to one side. "I know you been fucking the big Hamerican General! He tells you about his plans to destroy the People's Liberation Army! You will tell me!"
"I... I don't know any General," Jamie whimpered.
"You think you can stand up to my tortures, Hamerican slut? Think again!" Martinez said, cupping her right breast in his hand.
He squeezed his fingers slowly closed. Jamie began breathing faster as the fingers dug into her sensitive flesh, then she gritted her teeth and jerked helplessly as the pain mounted. Martinez squeezed his hand tightly closed and then twisted it. Jamie's mouth opened and she cried out in pain, shaking in her bonds.
Still Martinez twisted. His other hand seized her left breast, and also dug in tight to the meaty mammary, twisting it in the opposite direction.
"I will tear your fucking teets off, beetch!" he snarled.
He let go of them and the wounded mammaries resumed their perfect round shape. They were red and hurting though, finger marks encircling them. Martinez lifted his cigar from an ashtray and held it out in front of her with an evil smile. "Cuban," he snickered.
"P...please...!" Jamie whimpered. "I don't know anything!"
"We shall see, leettle slut-girl." He brought the burning cigar tip against Jamie's smarting right nipple, and pressed it against the little pink bud. Flesh sizzled and Jamie screamed as her nipple burned.
* * * * *
Steve slammed the door closed, making Charlie jump in surprise. "Shit! You scared the piss out of me, man!" he complained.
"That fucking dyke still hasn't come back from town. I checked with her new assistant and she said she called in sick!"
"So?"
"I went to the women's quarters and she ain't there."
"She'll probably be back by tonight. Loosen up, man."
"If she ain't here, where the fuck is she?"
"Probably still in the bar, gettin' her pussy sucked." Charlie opened up his comic book again and began to read.
"After almost getting caught? She'd have to be a complete moron to go back there again!"
"So maybe she's a moron."
"Not fucking likely!"
"So where do you think she is?"
"I think she's gone to where Jamie is."
"Why would she?"
"From the way she was talking, she doesn't like her. Maybe she's gonna kill her to make sure we don't get her."
"She's a fuckin administrator, Steve. Don't worry about her."
"It don't take a Delta Force grunt to pull a fucking trigger. If she was in on the truck getting hijacked, she might want to kill Jamie before she tells, especially now that she knows Americans are sniffing around her friend."
Charlie threw the comic down with a reluctant sigh. "So what do you want to do?" he groaned.
"I want to go back to that fuckin bar now."
"It isn't dark yet."
"Fuck that! I say we go now!"
"Alright, alright." Charlie got up and went over to the closet, opening it and pulling out a duffel bag. He loaded a pair of Uzi submachine guns and some grenades into it, then tossed a nine millimeter automatic and its holster to Steve, who shook his head and tossed it back.
"I'm old fashioned," he said, pulling a long barreled forty-four revolver from beneath his shirt.
"Kowabunga, man," Charlie grinned, hefting the bag.
They had little difficulty getting past the gate guard. Their passes brooked no arguments. They parked the jeep in the alley behind the cantina.
"Now let's watch our asses, man," Charlie advised, pulling on a long camouflage jacket.
"Yeah, yeah," Steve snarled. He slipped the Uzi's strap over his shoulder and let it dangle down inside his own jacket. The two of them tried to look casual as they sauntered up to the front door and pushed it back.
There were about a dozen men inside, all of them Latinos sitting at tables, guzzling watered down beer and tequila. There was no sign of Nina.
Charlie nodded to Steve and the two of them pushed open a door marked employees only, in Spanish, and slipped through.
They saw nobody, though they heard the rattle of plates from the nearby kitchen. Steve peeked around the corner and saw a guy loading beer into a fridge, while another washed plates. He stepped past and motioned to Charlie, who followed.
He pointed towards the stairs and Charlie nodded, now bringing the Uzi out from beneath his jacket. The two of them eased across the threshold of another door, then reached the foot of the stairs. There was still no sign anyone had seen or heard them.
Steve went first, walking on the corners of the stairs to avoid them creaking. He peered over the top stair onto the second floor. There seemed to be a long, thin hallway here. It was bare of any furnishing or adornment. He moved up and stepped into the hall, his back against the wall.
There were several doors on both sides of the hall. Again, without speaking, he signaled Charlie, who nodded. Charlie covered him as he moved to the far end of the hall and tried the first door knob. It turned and he pushed the door open a crack.
The room was empty. He silently closed it and moved to the next. This one was also empty. The third was locked. He pulled out a small lockpick and slid it into the cheap lock. He could hear voices from the other side. A few seconds work made the lock turn with a click. He pushed the door open a crack.
He saw a fat man's hairy ass rising and falling between a woman's spread legs. His eyes looked further upwards, noting the small breasts of the woman he couldn't see, he realized it couldn't be Nina. He pulled the door closed once more.
The next one was also locked. He unlocked it quietly, and again peeked inside. This time there was a man lying on his back on a bed. A woman knelt between his legs sucking him off. The man's eyes were closed fortunately, so he didn't see Steve.
The next room was empty, but the one after was locked, and again he heard voices. A few seconds and the lock turned. He peaked in. There was Nina, on her hands and knees, a guy who must have been sixty was poking her from behind. Steve turned and waved Charlie forward.
They moved silently into the room without either of the couple seeing them. Charlie closed the doors with a smile, then the two eased up behind the man. Charlie pulled out his automatic and slammed the butt down on the man's head, then held him to keep him from falling, and dragged him back.
The girl turned around and her eyes widened in fear. Her mouth opened to scream but Steve's hand closed over it, his other hand twisting her wrist up behind her back. "One word and we'll kill you, you little slut!" he hissed.
SIX
Martinez threw a pail of water on Jamie's unconscious body, waking her with a sputtering groan. "Eet is not yet time for sleep, my lovely. I have only just begun my interrogation," he sneered. Jamie looked back dully, pain throbbing through her body from the numerous burns and blows she had received.
Major Fox still half stood, half sat on the edge of a table just behind the girl, her skirt was open and her hand down inside it, rubbing her pussy.
Her eyes were wide and staring as she watched the brutality lavished on the helpless blonde.
Martinez walked around behind Jamie, his hand reaching out and gently caressing her rounded buttocks. "You have such a beautiful body, my dear," he sighed. "It will be such a shame if it must be torn and scarred. He squeezed her ass cheek hard, his fingers digging into the flesh.
He moved around in front of her again, pushing her chin up with his hand. "A body such as yours was made to give men pleasure, my little one. Tell me what I want to know and we will see to it that you fulfill that function with happiness." I'll ship you to my cousin who owns a whorehouse, he thought.
"I... I... I don't... don't know anything," she groaned.
He sighed with regret and brought his fist into her belly, making her gasp with pain. "Perhaps you can remember if I help," he said. His hand slid down to her pubic mound and cupped it gently. A single finger slid between her pussy lips, wriggling up inside her.
He pumped it slowly in and out, smiling greasily. "This is what you like, is it not? He pulled his finger free and moved away, picking up something from a shelf. He came back and held it up to her. It was a foot long, and as thick as a very thick cock. Made all of steel, one end was rounded and the other had a small dial.
"This will help you remember, my little sweet one," he taunted. He twisted the dial slightly and a low buzzing came from the machine. He slid it down between Jamie's legs and touched it to her pussy. Prepared for pain, Jamie was surprised to feel only a mild tingling between her legs.
She held her breath, waiting for more, for a surge of pain, but still, there was only the tingle, not at all unpleasant. In fact, it felt rather... nice.
Martinez rubbed the strange tool back and forth along her pussy slit as Jamie hung there, confused and hurting.
Then he pushed the rounded knob into her, just a little. She felt the thing's buzzing even more. It was very pleasant, and she couldn't help, even in her disoriented condition, wondering why he was doing something to her that didn't hurt.
Martinez pushed the thing deeper inside her, easing it up inside her belly, moving the buzz up into her abdomen. She sighed, blinking her eyes in mild relief as the pleasure mingled and diluted the pain coming from elsewhere on her body.
Then he grinned and flicked the switch. Suddenly the mild tingle up in her belly turned into a ferocious crackling pain. She shrieked at the top of her lungs, her guts writhing and churning as electricity ripped through them.
It was all Martinez could do to keep the thing inside her. Her body thrashed frantically, her legs kicking and spasming mindlessly. One of them knocked him away, unable to touch her body without getting shocked, he fell backwards.
The steel tube slowly slid down the length of the flailing, jerking, howling girl's cunt tunnel, and fell buzzing onto the floor beneath her. Jamie continued to jerk and shake, her mouth grunting furiously in agonized pain. Slowly she settled down, finally hanging there, barely conscious, her body still twitching slightly.
Martinez picked up the implement and twisted the knob downwards, grinning at the girl. "You see," He said. "I can give you pleasure or pain. Help me to give you pleasure. Tell me what I want to know."
He touched the thing to her cunt again, this time on low setting.
Jamie appeared not to notice. In a stupor, her mind was a ragged, twisted muscle of confusion and misery. He rubbed the device along her pussy, turning it up a notch. The buzzing became much more noticeable, sending more tingling into her body again.
Jamie groaned and her head pulled up and then fell back behind her. Martinez continued to rub the electric device up and down her cunt slit, pushing it inside a few inches, then pulling it back out, concentrating it around her clitty.
The tingling in her cunt became more pronounced. Her legs began to twitch, to spasm slightly from reaction. Martinez noted the moistness of her cunt opening, and smiled to himself. He bent forward, sucking her abused right nipple into his mouth, and suckled easily.
His left hand descended to her cunt, pulling her pussy lips apart with his fingers. He slid the tube's direction over her clit, sending the soft, humming tingle of desire shooting through her. She groaned again, a strange sound, combining pleasure and denial.
He felt her nipple stiffen in his mouth, and pulled his lips away, moving onto her right breast. His saliva eased the pain from the burned nubbin, and enticed it into hardness as well. Jamie was murmuring softly, desperately.
Bitch! Whore! Slut! Fox spread her legs wide and jammed her fingers deep into her cunt as she watched Martinez jerking the little blonde off with his electric dildo. Bet you just love that! Don't you, you cunt slut! Fucking little cocksucker!
She wished it was her there, so she could slam the thing up into the blonde's asshole! The fingers of her left hand closed into an angry fist as she pumped her cunt with her right. Cock loving little piece of fuck meat! she thought, intensely excited by the spectacle.
Jamie was groaning in something other than pain. Her hips were humping out against the electrified instrument as Martinez skillfully raised her excitement higher and higher.
"Fuck me! F... fuck me!" she whimpered.
"I did not hear you, leetle one."
"F... f-fuck m... me!" she whined.
"You want this inside you? Or maybe you want Martinez's big hard cock up your pussy hole?"
"NNnghghaaaaaaa!" she groaned, throwing her head back. She nodded her head frantically, her teeth clenched tightly.
"All you have to do is tell me about the General's plan."
She closed her eyes, humping her loins toward the tube. Martinez jammed it hard against her clitty, making her cry out.
"OH! OH! YES! OOOOooooh!"
He jerked it away swiftly, leaving her barren. She moaned in distress, rubbing her thighs together.
"Tell me about the plan and you will have a good hard rutting," Martinez promised.
"Oohhh... Noooo... I... I don't... know anythiiiing!" she groaned.
"Then no rutting for you!"
"P... Please...!" she begged, feeling a deep void in the center of her lower belly. Martinez slapped her left breast hard, making it bounce to the side. She yelped in pain, her arousal dampening. "You don't get notink for notink," Martinez said, regretfully.
He held the machine to the girl's pussy again, rubbing it up and down her cunt lips. She sighed and her head dropped backwards again. He rubbed it up and down, reigniting the fire in her belly. She pulled her legs wide, trying to move them up around him, but he knocked them aside.
She pulled them apart again, opening herself up to him, her cunt rippling with an intense erotic craving, a desperate yearning desire for cock, for penetration, for hard driving hardness.
"Tell me about the plans," Martinez said, coolly.
"Ohhhhhh...! Harder...! Rub me haaaarrrderrrrrrr!"
"Tell me abut the plans," he demanded.
"Don't... don't knowwwww..."
He glared angrily.
"Fuck me... fuck... fuck me!" she gasped.
"You want a fucking, Beetch? I'll give you a fuckeeng!" He turned off the machine and tossed it on the shelf, then moved around behind her.
Jamie moaned in denial as the wonderful buzzing hum stopped. Her chin dropped onto her chest.
Then Martinez pulled his hard cock out of his pants. He'd been hard since he saw this dirty little Yanqee slut, and intended to gain relief for himself, if not her. He pushed the fat cockhead against the girl's asshole, and shoved forward, hard.
Jamie yelped, feeling her anus suddenly speared by a big hard object. She shook in her bonds, her mouth opening and closing as her flustered mind sought to come to grips with this new sensation. His cock moved higher and higher, setting her anus afire with pain.
* * * * *
Nina's eyes were dark with hate as she glared at Steve. Her mouth was covered with electrical tape, keeping her outraged curses down to a low murmur. Steve looked back just as coldly, but Charlie's eyes were alight with interest as they slid up and down her nubile body.
"You're going to tell me where the American Lieutenant is being kept," Steve said. She shook her head, sending another furious muttering series of curses through the tape. Steve's eyes narrowed. He swept the room with his gaze, fastening on to a nearly full bottle of tequila next to the bed.
"Get me that bottle," He said. Charlie regretfully tore his eyes off the naked girl and fetched it for him. "We'll see just how talkative you can get, Princess." Steve said. He gripped the girl's hair and pulled her off the table, throwing her into the back of a chair and bending her far over it.
He took the long necked bottle and jammed it against her asshole. She squealed with outrage, kicking against the chair, but was helpless against his superior size and strength. He pushed the thin neck of the bottle firmly down her ass and upended the bottle.
Inside, the alcohol bubbled as some of it spilled down the tube into her ass. Nina howled against the tape as her asshole burned with fire. The tequila gurgled downward into her ass, the level of tequila in the bottle slowly, slowly getting lower.
Nina felt her guts bloating up. She could feel the hot, burning liquid seeping into her pores, making her entire body glow with warmth. Her belly cramped, and her head spun, as the alcohol was quickly absorbed into her blood.
"Check the bathroom for a plug," Steve said.
Charlie hurried into the dirty little room and returned with the small round piece of rubber.
"Perfect," Steve smiled. The last of the liquid bubbled down the neck of the bottle and into Nina's asshole and he pulled the thing free.
Tequila started to pour out of the girl's upended hole, but he quickly jammed the plug against it, forcing it into her. He picked up the electric tape and tore off along strip, slapping it into the crevice between her ass cheeks and pulling it tight between her legs, over her asshole and pussy, and up her belly almost to her belly button.
A second strip joined it, then a third and fourth. Nina's asshole was locked as tight as a drum. Steve pulled her upright and whirled her around.
He looked into her eyes, which were already dilating.
"We'll just give you a few minutes to get comfy," he smiled. He put his hands around her waist and lifted her up, thumping her ass down on the edge of the table. She moaned and wriggled her cheeks on the hardwood, her eyes darting from side to side.
Nina's mind was in turmoil. The alcohol was making the room spin, even through the dark haze it produced. She couldn't concentrate, couldn't think straight. Her belly felt hot and fluttery, and she had a terrible cramp in her guts.
The cramp got worse and worse, sending pain shooting through her body. She moaned, trying to stand up, wanting to go to the bathroom.
Steve held her still, then tore the tape from her mouth, replacing it with his hand before she could make any noise.
"All you have to do is tell us where the Lieutenant is." he said, in a reasonable tone. "Tell us where she is being held and we'll let you go to the bathroom."
She mumbled incomprehensibly as he pulled his fingers away.
"Tell us where the American woman is, you little commie slut!" he snarled, shaking her. She looked at him uncomprehending, the level of alcohol in her bloodstream rising fast. He cursed and pulled out the big forty-four. Even through her muddled haze, she recognized it and pulled back in fear.
"You tell me where the American girl is or I'll shoot your fucking tits off!" he hissed.
"I... I... Se... Senor!" she whined. "I... they will... will hurt me!"
"I don't give a fuck what they'll do. I'll fucking kill you if you don't tell me!" he barked. He ripped the electric tape downward from her belly, tearing out a huge chunk of pubic hair. She screamed in pain, and Charlie hurriedly covered her mouth.
Her cunt was exposed and Steve took the long barrel of the gun and pushed it into her all the way to the trigger guard. She looked down at it in terror.
"Tell me where she is you slut, or this'll be the last thing you feel up that little cunt of yours."
"Ho... hokay! Hokay! Doan... doan hurt me p... please!"
"Where?" he fucked the barrel in and out of her surprisingly tight little cunt hole, feeling the tightness of her twat sucking on the cold steel.
She closed her eyes and let her head drop back and Steve cursed, thinking she might be losing consciousness from the alcohol. "Ooooooh... my belly... my belly hurt me!" she whined.
"Tell me where the American is!" He jammed the barrel up her cunt again.
"She... she at the camp."
"Where's the fuckin camp?"
"On... on south face of Rojas mountain, at the old mining camp," she gasped, twisting and writhing on the table.
"Se... senor! Senor!" she panted, looking up at him. "Put... put your organ in me. Put your c... cock in me!"
He looked down in surprise.
"The pain!" she moaned. "The pain is so gooooooodddd! Ohhhhh! Put your cock in me! Pleeeeaaaaaseee!" she begged.
"I don't believe this," Steve shook his head.
"Wow!" Charlie grinned. "You gonna plug her?" he looked at the girl, shivering on the table, looking at him imploringly
"No way."
"P... Pleeeeeeeaaaase!" she moaned.
"I'll do it then!" Charlie said eagerly, pushing him out of the way.
"We don't have time for this...!"
"It won't take long."
He looked at her cunt for a minute. "Course, bein' a whore, she might have somethin'."
"Leave her and let's go."
"I know. Alcohol is a disinfectant, ain't it?" He grinned, gleefully
He turned her around onto her belly, bending her forward over the table. She moaned at the added pressure on her liquid filled gut. He tore the tape up then, ripping it off her, and removing most of her pubic hair. She yowled in pain, just as he fished around inside her asshole for the plug and yanked it out.
Liquid started to seep out of her anus, but not for long. Charlie replaced the rubber plug with one made of flesh, jamming his cock deep into her rectum with a single furious thrust.
Liquid spurted out from around his cock as his cockhead and shaft were engulfed in its burning heat. He pulled his cock backwards, and then thrust forward again, making Nina scream with pleasure as the tequila sloshed back and forth inside her.
He fucked her furiously, oblivious to the warm liquid that spurted out around his dick every time he drove into her, aware only of the tightness of her slippery ass tunnel, and the intense arousal he was experiencing.
Tequila gushed out of her hole as he fucked harder. His hands pulled her, thighs further apart and opened up her rectum even more. He plunged back and forth inside her, the dark liquid churning inside her and spewing out of her anus around his sliding, pistoning cockrod.
She moaned, grunting insensibly as her body burned with arousal. She banged her forehead on the table, jamming her ass back to meet Charlie's spearing thrusts. Her entire belly exploded repeatedly as she came in a gut wrenching series of orgasm.
Even more pressure was placed on the tequila as her muscles spasmed and pushed it downward towards Charlie's stabbing cock. He felt like he was fucking her underwater as his cock ached with desire, then erupted in a shooting flood of cum that joined the tequila in her bowels and made a silvery, slimy stew.
Steve watched it without excitement, his eyes seeing Charlie's cock stab deep into the girl's asshole, only made him wonder if Jamie was all right, or if she was also being so rudely sodomized.
* * * * *
Martinez clutched her belly, hugging her tight against him as his balls pressed up between her silky ass cheeks. His cock was buried up inside the quivering blonde girl's anus, throbbing and pulsing inside her as she moaned in despair.
He drew it down and out, the long, hard length of it emerging from the grip of her tight little hole and into the light of the dirty little cabin.
Then he pushed forward, forcing it back up inside her. "You wanted to... to get... fucked," he panted. "You's gonna git fucked!"
He gripped her thighs, pulling them wide and back, spreading her buttocks apart as he began to pump in and out of her with a steady stroke.
Major Fox looked on in glee, then stood up and slowly walked around, in front of her former aide.
Jamie didn't notice her at first, which annoyed her. She gripped Jamie's hair and pulled her head back until the dazed girl was looking her at her face. "Hello, my dear," she said. "Are you enjoying yourself? I'm sure a dirty little cock loving slut like you must love getting a hard cock up her asshole."
Jamie blinked her eyes and looked away. The Major pulled her hair angrily, forcing her attention back on her. "Don't you recognize me, little darling? Or have you forgotten already?"
"M... ma... major?" she gasped.
"That's right, little slut."
"H... how... how...?"
"Because I told them where you'd be darling. I could see how much you liked men's cocks and I knew you'd find plenty of them here. I hope you're grateful." She stroked Jamie's aching right titty as the girl stared up at her.
Martinez was fucking her with harder and harder strokes. Having loosened up her anus, he was using the full length of his cock to pound up and down the girl's tight little anus. He loved fucking girls in the asshole; especially snotty ones like this Yanquee.
He twisted his hips from side to side, jabbing the cock against her ass from different angles, rutting into her with a furious anger and desire.
His cock pole slid in and out of her tight little hole, appearing and disappearing, then reappearing, as if by magic.
The hot, smelly skin of his crotch pressed tightly against Jamie's smooth white ass cheeks, rubbing from side to side and mashing the flesh. His hands roughly squeezed her body, fondling her with debased excitement.
Jamie felt herself impaled on the man's hard purple cock staff. It embedded itself high in her lower belly, setting off steaming sensual energy in her nearby barren pussy hole. Her head nodded dazedly as her cunt clenched and unclenched and her asshole suffered the hard, brutal invasion of Martinez's prong.
His fingers, like steel claws, were tightly clenched around her legs, up high, pulling them apart, as he began a steady stroking motion against her. His long tool slid in and out of her, rasping back and forth against her rubbery ass walls.
Despite her pain, Jamie's burning cunt began to absorb the hot fuck energy coming from her anus. Though not intended to, the ruthless sodomy was reigniting the fiery passion that Martinez had raised with his electric prod. Jamie trembled and shook, but more and more it was with pleasure, rather than pain.
Martinez did not notice, and even had he, he would have done nothing. He was enjoying her asshole too much to stop and remember that he was supposed to be punishing her. Fox noticed though, with considerable disgust and anger. She stepped back to watch the blonde girl's eyes as they glazed over with bliss.
"Fuuuuck..." Fox said with disgust. "You dirty little cock hole! This really is what you were made for. Isn't it? This is all you're good for you slutty little cunt-pad!"
She got even angrier as Jamie's excitement mounted and became more obvious. She shook her head in revulsion as the blonde reveled in the hard ass flicking she was receiving.
"How could I ever have thought of you as strong enough to be with me?" she sneered. She grabbed Jamie's right tit and squeezed hard, twisting it around to bring pain to the blonde. Yet the pain only added, piggy-backed onto the overload of sensations sweeping through Jamie's delirious brain.
Jamie was grunting like a pig, her ass well ridden by Martinez's fat cock. Martinez could hardly fail to note now that the girl he was supposedly ass raping, seemed to be enjoying her punishment. He didn't care now. In fact, he took a perverse pride in it, in making the snotty Yanquee girl cum even as he ripped up her anus.
He fucked harder, his cock a blurring piston as it drove in and out of the girl's ruptured anal opening. His hips slapped against her buttocks, setting the pale, malleable flesh bouncing and jiggling wildly. He only wished he had more hands so he could squeeze her titties as well.
Major Fox was taking care of that for him. Though not, as he would. She slapped at Jamie's tits with her open hands, hitting each of them cruelly, bashing them up and down and from side to side. She pulled the belt off her skirt, and doubled it up, using it to whip the girl's two swollen sacks of sensitive mammary meat.
Her belt flew against them again and again, cracking down with agonizing force, leaving bruises and welts in their wake. Dark red lines of pain appeared on the milky white globes, as Jamie howled and screamed. Whether she was screaming in agony or pleasure, Fox couldn't tell, which made her even angrier.
She stopped for a moment, tired and sweating, her eyes glaring daggers at the shaking, shuddering blonde girl. Jamie's mouth gaped, her tongue hanging out. Her eyes were closed tightly and she trembled all over.
Yet the sounds coming from her were not those of one in pain. "Yessssss... yessssss... OOOOOOOhhh... oooooohhhhh... ooohhhhhhh..." she wept. "Fuccccckkkkkkk... fuuuuuuuuccckk..."
"I'll give you more you cunt!" Fox's teeth gnashed. She looked around for something else to use on the spasming blonde, and her eyes fixed on the electric torture tool sitting on the shelf.
Jamie's body was a flaring nova of sexual energy. It was as if her entire body had become one large, raw sexual organ that was now pulsing and throbbing and exploding with ecstasy. A massive orgasm blasted through her system, numbing her to all else as it shook her slim frame.
Long seconds passed where she could do nothing, think of nothing, where here body shivered and rocked to the pounding pleasure of the orgasm. So high was it, that even when she passed the precipice and started back down to earth, her body shivered and rolled in wondrous pleasure.
Martinez felt his cock gripped in the grip of a hard sucking vortex. It sucked his cock up into Jamie's belly, threatening to tear it physically from his crotch as the girl's body rocked and sizzled through an orgasmic inferno.
It was too much for his control. His cock exploded, blasting scorching hot, white wads of jism high and deep into the girl's clutching guts.
Pulse after pulse raced through his cock as he emptied his seed into her body. His own orgasm reached its apex.
At that moment, an enraged Fox jammed the fat metal tube as deep into Jamie's body as it would go, shoving the end right up inside her, past her pussy lips. Her fingers could barely reach the dial as she twisted it as far over as it would go. She yelped with pain as the mere contact with the girl's flesh sent electricity crackling against her fingers.
She jumped back to watch as Martinez screamed, his cock engulfed in the sudden powerful flash of electric juice and sending him flying back across the room, clutching his scorched cockknob.
Jamie let out an eerie howl of madness. Her own orgasm had barely subsided, yet still, she had been quickly climbing towards another glorious peak when the surge of power hit her cunt. Her body was shattered, split asunder into a million pieces.
It was as if a stick of dynamite had exploded in her belly, her internal parts fragmented and burst asunder, each twisting and shaking and writhing in mindless abandon. Her body, thrashed furiously, like a fish just out of water. Her legs flopped and kicked, shooting high into the air in all directions.
Her body twisted and quivered in a paroxysm of crackling contortions. Her body was being consumed from within, burned from a deep white hot volcano in her belly that sent hot lava gushing forth in all directions. Jamie's mind was blasted repeatedly by hurricane force gales of unstoppable, unsurvivable sensations.
The force of the mutated orgasm that had enveloped her was such that her bodies own stores of energy were rapidly dwindling. Her nerve endings danced and shook and quivered, finally seared to numbness by the fury of the sensory storm.
Wild, delirious visions passed before Jamie's unseeing eyes, madness racing towards her as the orgasm kept on and on and on, it's fire searing her body in its bath of unstoppable climaxes. One after another, the climaxes slashed across her body, like a whip tearing hunks of flesh from her, they hit her with bone jarring force.
Her ass sucked and rippled and burned as if someone had stuffed a lit torch up there. Her body was rocked by astounding rapture. Her spine crackled like a high tension line, rippling electricity shooting up and down the ultra sensitive structure.
What finally ended it was her inability to control her most basic bodily functions. For in the vortex of howling sensations, she simply could not even remember, nor could her convulsing body to breath. The lack of oxygen gradually brought her sense to a blissful peace.
SEVEN
They left Nina tied up in the closet, a barely conscious smile of satisfaction on her lips. Steve was in a hurry to reach the mountain camp she had told them about and didn't want to stop to hide her any more securely. Besides, he reasoned, she wouldn't dare tell anyone that she had told them the location of the camp. The first thing the guerrillas would do would be to execute her as a traitor and weakling.
Leaving now would get them there just after dark, which was the best time for them if they wanted to have any hope of rescuing Jamie. He and Charlie had extensive training in night raids, and neither thought the scruffy, ragged, half trained guerrillas would give them much difficulty, especially at night.
Oh, there would be guards out of course, but, especially at night, most of the guerrillas would be gone from the camp on raids. Those remaining on guard would not have the sophisticated night vision, gear or electronic detection equipment that they were trained to evade.
Compared to sneaking into a Russian nuclear weapons facility, which they had done only months before, entering the guerrilla compound would probably be a snap. They drove as close to the mountain as they dared, most of the driving being off the road for fear of land mines and ambushes. Then the two hiked through the jungle, carrying their equipment on their backs.
They moved very slowly until the dusk finally gave way to darkness. Then they were able to put on their night vision goggles and move faster, without fear of being spotted first by a guerrilla patrol. They easily evaded several such groups as they made their way up the hill.
In truth, they hardly needed the goggles. The guerrillas, confident of their strength so close to their base, were clumsy and careless. They talked and laughed amongst themselves, smoked foul smelling cigarettes, whose scent was carried on the wind, and used lights extravagantly. They also moved through the thick bush with all the grace of a herd of elephants.
Steve and Charlie were able to pull up in thick bush just outside the guerrilla's base without having even seen a guerrilla, let alone getting spotted themselves. They lay on their bellies, studying the layout of the camp and watching and listening for dogs and guards.
They waited for a half hour before a single guard strolled leisurely past them. His assault rifle was hanging across his back and his hands were occupied with eating something out of a bowl. He paid no attention whatsoever to his surroundings, in fact, he tripped over a rock and fell down, cursing loudly.
Charlie gave Steve a sour look and then shook his head and grinned. Still, they were professionals, and didn't intend to get caught off guard.
They lay there waiting to see if anything new appeared.
It was another hour before a guard passed them again, this one was a different man, one with a thick black beard. He seemed more alert than the previous guard, though it would have been difficult not to. Still, he didn't show any particular interest in looking from side to side. His gaze was more on the ground in front of him.
Had they been in a more capable camp, Charlie and Steve might have worried that he was being careful not to trip any mines or other boobie traps. What they figured here, was that the other guard had complained of having tripped and this one didn't want to skin his knees.
Neither had been able to spot any sign of spotters in the trees or any tower of any sort. If anyone but them was watching this side of the camp, they were being extremely professional and quiet about it.
"Security here is a fucking joke," Charlie whispered. Steve nodded tightly.
"Got any idea where they'd keep her?"
"I don't see any guarded buildings, such as they are," Steve whispered back.
"Maybe they'll torture her and we'll hear her screaming, like in the movies," Charlie suggested.
Steve glared at him and Charlie shrugged.
"We'll go in now." Steve said, rising to a crouch and moving quickly into the camp. Steve stayed put, covering him with his Uzi until his partner reached the cover of a thick bush outside a shack. Then an arm appeared from the bush, waving. Charlie rose and scurried across the open terrain until he too was in the bush.
Steve pointed at the shack and Charlie nodded. He turned his back and scanned the silent camp as Steve raised his head above the glassless window and peered in with his goggles. A moment later, he crouched down beside Charlie, shaking his head and pointing at the next shack.
Charlie went first this time, hurrying across until his back was against the shack. Steve followed, then covered his friend as Charlie checked inside through the window. He crouched down again, putting a finger to his lips and raising his eyebrows. Steve knew that meant there were people sleeping inside.
They moved from shack to shack, checking each of them out and finding no sign of Jamie, until Steve finally looked into one shack and spotted a man on the floor, his arms tied around a post. He knelt down and shook his head at Charlie, then nodded and pointed to the shack. This indicated that Jamie wasn't inside, but they were going in anyway.
It took only seconds to pick the lock and sneak inside, closing the cheap door behind. They hurried over to the man, who was wearing an American field uniform. He seemed to be asleep. Steve shook him and the man's eyes slowly opened. He gazed at them without seeming to see them, and Steve finally realized that it was so, dark in the shack that he probably couldn't.
"We're with the Army," he whispered. "We'll cut you loose and take you out of here."
"Fucking A, man!" The man replied.
"Are you Private Hanlon?"
"Yeah, man."
"Where's Lieutenant Connel?"
Hanlon shook his head resignedly "I don't fuckin know man. They took her out of here and I never saw her again. That was hours ago. I don't think she's still alive."
"What the fuck do you mean she ain't alive?" Steve hissed.
"Aww man, you should have seen what they did to her, before they even took her away. They stripped her and raped her for most of the day. When they drug her in here, she looked half dead already. Then they took her out of here a while ago and I could hear her screaming from across the compound. I don't know what they was doin' but it stopped hours ago."
"Which building was it coming from?" Steve demanded.
Charlie had been working on the ropes and managed to free Hanlon's hands. They helped him stand up and he pointed down the way they'd come. "It was from that direction, one of those shacks."
"We been to all those shacks. She ain't in any of them."
Charlie sighed.
"Like I said, she's probably dead."
"She ain't dead until I see her dead," Steve snarled. He gazed across the camp angrily, then turned back to Hanlon. "Who's the fucker in charge here?" he demanded.
"I dunno man. There's the leader, I think his name is Jesus or somethin'. But the guy who did the questioning, was a Cuban. I don't know his name."
"You know where his cabin is?"
"Naww, I was in here almost the whole time. His cabin is that way though." he pointed in the direction of the shacks they had yet to search.
"You'd know him if you saw him?" Hanlon nodded.
"Okay, Hanlon. You're coming with us. We're gonna find this fuckin' Cuban and make him show us the girl, whether she's alive or dead. We ain't leaving her here unless we're sure she's dead."
"I'm with you man," Hanlon said.
Finding the Cuban was easier than they'd thought. His quarters were only three huts over. Hanlon recognized him sound asleep on his cot and crouched down beside the other two, nodding wildly.
Martinez was dreaming about Cuba conquering the United States and him being named governor of California, He had a vast harem of slutty Yanquee girls for his pleasure and fucked a different one several times a day. He was dreaming about ass fucking a gorgeous movie star he'd seen in a magazine recently, when someone woke him up.
He was furious, and jerked up quickly with a snarl on his face, until he saw the round hole of a gun barrel in front of his nose. He opened his mouth and the long barrel was jammed past his teeth breaking one painfully.
"One word and I'll blow your fucking head off, Commie!"
He shook his head, or at least, tried to. The gun in his mouth made movement difficult. "I'm gonna ask you just one question and you're gonna answer it. You got that?" the voice hissed. He tried to nod his head.
"Where is the American Lieutenant that was brought here?"
Martinez's heart sank. The gun slowly slid out of his mouth and he gazed at the darkened outlines of several men above him.
"I... I don't know, Senor," he whined. The gun drew back and then slammed forward against his nose, breaking it. A gloved hand silenced his cry of pain.
"I'll ask you once again, Pedro. Where is she?" the voice demanded.
"But... but Se... Senor, she is no longer here..."
Steve's breath released slightly. At least she was not dead. "Where is she?" he repeated.
"The woman took her away an hour ago."
"What woman? Where?"
"The American woman."
"I know that, imbecile! Who took her away?"
"The American woman, the other American woman, the Major. She took the young one away."
Steve looked at Charlie, who shrugged.
"Where did she take her?"
"I... I'm not sure."
Another gun, this one with a silencer on the end jabbed his ear.
"You want to live to see the dawn, asshole?" a voice asked.
"She said... she said she was taking her to Ferdisto port to sell to the brothel there."
"Shit! That fucking dyke bitch!" Steve snarled.
Just then a man hurried into the shack, slamming the door open. He was coming to tell the Cuban that the American had escaped, Hanlon, that is. He got just inside when he saw the three forms over the bed.
He gave a yell and turned around, running back through the doorway.
"That's torn it," Charlie said. He jumped to the doorway and sighted on the screaming man's back, firing a short burst that knocked the running man head, over heels and left him dead in the dirt. The camp erupted in turmoil, men running half dressed, froth the various huts and shacks, looking around for the source of the shooting.
Charlie was back in the Cuban's hut, with the door closed, so they didn't realize at first. The guerrillas ran all around the camp searching for the attackers, finding only the body of the man Charlie had shot. Meanwhile, Charlie and Steve watched out the rear window, waiting for the few nearby soldiers to run further away.
Martinez pulled an old revolver from under his pillow then. Hanlon, who was supposed to be watching him, had his back turned and was looking over Steve's shoulder. Martinez's first shot tore open the back of Hanlon's head. The second and third slammed into his back with deadly force.
Steve and Charlie turned in opposite directions and dived low. Charlie's Uzi opened up at once, sending a line of slugs ripping across the far wall, and then tearing through Martinez's belly, nearly cutting the man in half.
"Let's get the fuck out of here!" Steve shouted. He jumped through the back window, firing at the group of Guerrillas who had come close.
Two of them died at once, while a third dove behind another shack.
Steve followed him, shooting a stream of bullets into the corner of the shack where he knew the man was crouching. There was a gargled cry and the man fell forward onto his face. The wood was too cheap and thin to protect him from the bullets.
"Go!" Steve shouted. He popped a fresh clip into the Uzi and began spraying the bullets towards the far side of the camp. Charlie raced across the clearing, holding his own Uzi out towards the guerrillas with one hand and spraying indiscriminately to keep their heads down.
He jumped head first into the bushes, rolled several times and popped a fresh clip into the Uzi, then Steve raced across the clearing and he fired short, three shot bursts towards the congregation of Guerrillas. Bullets zipped past overhead, and one thumped into the dirt inches from his elbow.
Steve reached the woods safely however, a tribute to poor marksmanship. The two of them half crawled, half ran away from the camp, angling off to confuse pursuers. The guerrillas immediately followed them, swarming through the bushes carelessly.
They stopped in a low gulley, reloaded and waited. Seconds later a mob of guerrillas raced over a low hill and the two opened up, cutting down half a dozen in seconds. The others dove for cover as the two of them hurried along the gulley, then climbed out and ran for it.
The pursuit slowed down considerably after that, and they had little difficulty dodging the patrols and making it to their jeep. Steve wasn't happy at this success, though Charlie let out a sigh of relief when he stepped on the gas and the jeep sped away.
"Great. Just great!" Steve growled. "We get Hanlon killed and still have no real idea where Jamie is."
"She's in that port, what'd he call it? Ferdisto."
"Where in Ferdisto? Ferdisto is a town of about forty thousand people, man."
"No shit? Well, we just gotta find..."
"The Major?"
"I dunno. Think she'll come back to camp?"
"By then it'll probably be too late."
"Too late for what? So the girl gets dumped in a brothel. So what?"
Steve glared at him and Charlie through his hands in the air with frustration.
"Let's face it man, according to Hanlon they already done everything to her that can be done. Hell, a brothel would probably be a relief for her."
"I don't want a bunch of fat fucking scumbags to be jumping her bones for five bucks a pop!" Steve growled.
"Okay, okay! Neither do I. I'm just saying that at least she'll still be alive."
"Unlike that fucking Major when I get my hands on her."
* * * * *
At that moment, Jamie was trudging through the bush behind Major Fox. Martinez had been. lying when he'd said she had left already At the time the shooting had broken out, she was still in the camp, tied to the table in the same hut Martinez had ass fucked her.
Fox had grabbed her at once, dragging the dazed girl out of the back of the hut and into the jungle. As the firing mounted, she'd thought the camp under attack by some kind of commando force and had headed deeper into the jungle.
Jamie was still naked, her hands tied behind her back. Fox had tied a six foot rope around her throat and dragged her along behind her as she made her way through the dense undergrowth. Jamie's soft skin was scratched and scraped repeatedly by the brush and branches the passed through.
Having her hands, behind her made it impossible to fend them off, something Fox was aware of. She took delight in pulling the helpless girl through the densest tangles of brush she could find. Jamie's body was soon covered in thin red scratches below the waist.
Her feet were soon aching and stinging from multiple bruising contacts with sharp stones and sticks, making it hard for her to walk. Fox wouldn't slow down though, and the rope around her neck forced Jamie forward.
Only when the shooting had disappeared in the distance, did Fox slow down somewhat. She gazed behind her at the panting, bleeding girl, her lip curling into a sneer. "What's the matter, little baby? Can't keep up?" she cackled.
She pulled the rope sharply, causing Jamie to fall forward onto her already bruised knees. "I'm going to have to leave you here for a little bit, slut, while I go and find a car," she sighed. She looked around for a likely spot, then half dragged Jamie across the dark clearing to where a large tree had fallen.
She hauled the rope across the thick trunk, jerking Jamie along behind it until she was sprawled on her belly, the rough bark scraping her tits and stomach. Her knees dug into the soft dirt beside the trunk.
She chortled gleefully as she dragged the blonde girl along the trunk, causing Jamie to wince and yelp at the pain caused by her soft flesh rubbing across the trunk. Then Jamie gave a frightened yelp as her right foot left the ground and she almost fell.
Her foot kicked back and forth, finding purchase just as she was about to be strangled. The tree had fallen across a small, but deep little gulley, where a stream passed. The gulley was about three feet wide and three feet deep.
Jamie supported herself easily enough with a foot on either side, though her position was awkward as she lay belly down across the trunk. Fox walked up next to her and leaned with her elbows on the trunk. "Now listen little girl, as long as you stay quiet, you'll be fine. If you try to wiggle around, like maybe, to escape, you'll probably strangle on the rope here."
She patted Jamie's ass and snickered nastily. "I shouldn't be too long. Maybe I'll see you when I get back. On the other hand, if you're dead by then, I hope you end up somewhere with plenty of cocks." She swatted her on the head and then walked away.
To say she was uncomfortable was a huge understatement. The rope was cinched tightly around her throat, and her widely spread legs soon began to ache from their unnatural position. She was not fully across the trunk, so most of her weight was on her legs.
With her legs stretched as they were, there was no way for her to clamber up higher on the trunk and drape herself across it. In fact, both her feet were only inches from the gulley, and any movement was extremely dangerous. The pressure of the rope was steady and unyielding and she had not the least doubt that the Major had tied it so she would strangle if she lost her footing.
Hours passed. She had no way of keeping time here in the dense undergrowth. Her legs ached with a terrible pain, especially high up in her thighs and groin. Bugs kept crawling over her and biting her, and once, a bat had flown right past her head, making her squeal with fright.
She could hardly move her head at all, let alone her body. So when she thought she heard a noise close to her, a kind of soft hissing sound. She could only turn her head a little ways and look out of the corner of her eyes. What she saw made her wish she couldn't have even done that.
There was a snake on the tree trunk. She didn't know how long it had been there, but prayed fervently for it to leave. For long, long minutes, it stayed where it was, then it gradually started to move towards her.
She watched it with bulging eyes, trying to identify it with the army training photos she'd been shown. It looked, she finally decided in horror, like a cobra! It's dark, she told herself. You can't be sure. The thing was long and thin and shined in the low light.
She hardly even breathed as it slid right up to her back. It was all she could do to prevent herself from screaming at the top of her lungs as the thing slid up onto her back, its surprisingly smooth scales rubbing coldly across her skin.
She prayed fervently for the thing to crawl off the other side, but it was in vain. Snakes love warm places, and this one had found one. Her body heat was far more attractive to him than anything else at that moment, for the night was growing chill.
It explored the warm thing it had found, sliding upwards to her hair, then going over her shoulder and sliding under her head, right under her throat and coming out the other side. It slid back over her other shoulder and back along her spine, sliding over her right buttock, and then winding around her upper thigh.
She closed her eyes in horror, feeling her skin itch and burn wherever the snake's skin made contact. It seemed to leave an oily trail behind it as it slid down her leg a little ways, then retreated. It sensed a change in heat a little above itself, a warmer place than where it now was.
It slid back upwards and across her buttocks, then poked its head down between her legs to her cunt opening. Because of the long hours she had been standing with her legs spread wide, Jamie's cunt crack had opened slightly and from within came more heat than lay on the surface of her body.
Jamie couldn't help herself When the snake's head pushed against her cunt she screamed. She clamped her mouth closed quickly, waiting for the fatal bite that would shoot poison into her body The snake had stopped moving. It lay absolutely still, half wound around her upper leg, the rest on her back and buttocks.
She didn't move. Neither did the snake. Finally, it seemed to lose some of its wariness. It moved towards her cunt again. Its head pushed against her pussy lips, seeing if there was room within. The elastic cunt lips obligingly allowed themselves to be pushed open.
More heat came to the snake's senses. It delighted in it and pushed harder against the opening, wriggling its body to push forward. Its head slid inside Jamie's cunt, then an inch of body, then a second, a third, a fourth, a fifth...
Jamie was sniffling softly, her body rigid with terror. She couldn't dare move, not to even close her legs. Either she would be bitten or she'd strangle herself. She felt the thing halfway up her cunt, and its hard little body kept wriggling further, six inches... seven... eight... nine... ten... eleven.
Her cunt was spread wide by the powerful snake's body. It was wider than any cock she'd ever taken, even in her multiple rapings since her capture. Her cunt hurt from the pressure of the hard body inside it. Jamie could do nothing about it though.
She held still as the snake tried to work its way in deeper. Finding its forward way blocked, the snake tried to draw in more of its body and force the walls of this tight, but wonderfully warm tunnel further apart. There was give in the rubbery walls and it coiled slightly in on itself, drawing in more of its body.
Jamie felt the snake bunching up inside her belly. Her aching became more and more painful, turning into a terrible sharp pain that was worse than any cramping she'd ever experienced. She was bulging inside herself as the snake tried to make room within her.
"Well, well, well. What have we here?" Major Fox said, standing slightly behind her.
"Major!! Oh Major! Quick! Do something! Oh Please! Please!" she wept.
"I dunno, slut, it looks like your cunt is finally filled like you wanted it."
"Oh Please! Please! Please!" she begged in a ragged, hissing whisper.
"What do you suggest I do, pull it out by the tail? I bet that pisses him off enough to bite your juicy little cunt."
Jamie gritted her teeth. Fox was right. Fortunately the snake, having found the little burrow too tight for its comfort, began to double back and slide back out of her. Fox jumped back as the snake's hissing tongue appeared from the opening.
"Yech. Ugly thing." She said.
Alert to her movement, it watched her carefully, hissing warningly as it slid out of Jamie's cunt and then dropped off her into the gulley. Fox watched as it hurriedly slid away.
"All gone, baby. Too bad. Now your cunt's empty again," Fox grinned, slapping her behind.
She untied the rope and pulled Jamie back. The exhausted girl immediately collapsed, her legs too tired to support her.
"Move your skinny little ass!" Fox glared, nudging her with the toe of her boot.
"C... can't," Jamie whined.
"You move your ass, bitch!" Fox ordered. She brought her boot down on Jamie's left tit and put more and more weight upon it, then started twisting her foot from side to side as Jamie whimpered in pain.
"Move it or I'll cut your fuckin tits off!" Fox ordered, jerking on the rope and hauling Jamie to her feet.
She pulled her after her more than a mile through the bush to where she'd parked a stolen jeep, then hurled her into the back, covered her with a tarp, and drove south, towards Ferdisto...
EIGHT
Major Fox drove for an hour before the dawn approached. She wasn't sure whether any kind of alert had been put out for her yet, and wasn't going to risk traveling during the day. She drove off the road a good mile before stopping the jeep.
"We'll get some sleep, little pussy, and get a start later in the day."
She got out and hauled back the tarp, dragging Jamie out of the jeep after her. The little blonde staggered weakly as Fox, with the rope over her shoulder, hauled her across to a tree and tied the rope around a tall branch.
She left Jamie standing there and went back to the jeep, fetching out a sleeping bag and some other equipment. She brought them back and set up a little camp. She had a small stove which she fired up, and proceeded to make bacon and eggs.
She ate them down happily, while Jamie stood by the tree, on her tiptoes to keep from strangling. Jamie looked at the food hungrily, the smell making her long empty belly rumble alarmingly. After Fox had finished eating, though, she dumped the remainder and turned off the stove.
She drew back the top of the sleeping bag and began getting undressed. Jamie was afraid for a moment, that she was going to leave her standing like that. When Fox was naked, having folded her clothes carefully and placed them on a tree stump, she walked over to Jamie.
"I can never sleep without jerking off first, little pussy," she grinned. "But since you're here, I won't have to."
She unfastened the rope from the tree and led the wobbly, weak-kneed girl over to the sleeping bag. She sat down, then lay back, tugging Jamie down onto her knees between her legs. "Okay, little slut, suck me off," she sighed, bending her knees and spreading her legs wide.
Jamie sat on her heels, bent far forward as she tiredly began to tongue the Major's blonde fringed fuck hole. She was so hungry and exhausted she hardly knew what she was doing. Her tongue moved listlessly up and down the Major's cunt slit, giving Fox a tongue bath but not really exciting her.
"Stupid bitch!" Fox snapped, slapping Jamie's face. She tugged back on the rope to keep the girl from falling and then glared angrily "I still have that little electric shock tube," she warned. "You do me right or I'll stuff it up your asshole and turn it up full, and leave you like that."
The memory of her mind blowing shock was very vivid in Jamie's mind. In fact, she didn't think she could ever forget it as long as she lived. She applied her tongue vigorously to the Major's cunt hole, swirling it in little circles around her pink clitty.
"Ooooohhh... That's the way, little pussy... Just like thaaaat... Lick me, slut girl!" Fox groaned.
Jamie's tongue dove deep into the slippery-wet cunt box, scooping out wads of fuck-honey and slurping it down. Jamie became much more interested in sucking Fox now as she realized just how thirsty she was. She hadn't had anything to drink all night, and it had been some night.
The pussy juice filling her mouth was the only liquid she'd ingested since... since... since the guerrillas had thrown buckets of water on her.
Somehow she'd been too exhausted, or in too much pain or fear to think about that before. She applied her tongue to the Major's sweet honeyed hole, slurping hungrily, suckling with all her strength as she wormed her tongue in the little hole. Fox groaned and clutched her tangled hair, pulling it sharply.
Jamie drank out the woman's pussy, then rode her tongue hard against the Major's hard little clit, bringing a new cascade of cunt-water down the tube. She drank this as well, slurping the liquid into her desert dry mouth.
The Major began humping her ass up and down, rutting up against Jaime's dancing tongue. She grunted in pleasure, sending more liquids to Jamie's mouth. Then she came. Her hands pressed down hard on Jamie's head and her knees smashed together around her neck.
She writhed on the sleeping bag, turning completely over so she was riding atop Jamie's face, rubbing herself frantically against the tired, bedraggled young woman. She rode her face like it was a saddle, her ass cheeks rising and falling as she bounced with delight atop the pistoning tongue.
Then she relaxed, sinking forward, her hands on the ground, helping to support her. Most of her weight was on Jamie's face though and the younger woman continued to slurp and lick at her pussy, cleaning it out thoroughly. Fox sighed and then a nasty grin appeared on her face.
She squatted there, kneeling to either side of Jamie, but her cunt directly over the girl's mouth. She stuck two fingers into the girl's mouth, right at the sides and pulled them apart, forcing Jamie's mouth open, then...
A stream of liquid poured down into Jamie's open mouth. The instant it hit her tongue she realized this wasn't cum anymore. It was piss. She choked and spat, but couldn't move away or close her mouth. Fox pressed her cunt right up against Jamie's mouth and held it there as the piss poured in.
"Drink it, slut girl! Drink all my piss or I'll stuff that fucking tube up your asshole and watch you dance!" Fox growled in a horrible voice. So exhausted and worn was Jamie that she obeyed, almost at once. She started drinking the foul tasting, and smelling liquid, swallowing it as fast as she could.
That wasn't quite fast enough. It overflowed her mouth, dribbling into her nose and down her cheeks into her eyes and ears as Fox continued a long and satisfying piss. When she was finally finished, she dragged Jamie by the rope over to a tree, then sat her back against the trunk.
She tied the rope tightly to the tree, then brought the rest of it down the center of Jamie's chest between her tits and under her body, pulling it up as hard as she could between Jamie's legs. The rope cut in between the girl's cunt lips, pressing tightly against her as Fox brought it up around the tree.
There was still rope left and she brought it around her and snagged it directly over the center of Jamie's fat titties. She pulled tight, cutting the rounded tits in two, then tied it firmly behind the tree.
"Now you be a good girl, and I'll untie you in the morning," Fox said, going back to the sleeping blanket.
* * * * *
The Major led Jamie into a small room through the back of a dilapidated building. She was wearing a worn cloak over her nudity, and Fox had cleaned her up somewhat. She had thrown a bucket of water over her and then washed her with the same carelessness she would have displayed while washing her car.
Now relatively clean, with her hair brushed, Jamie looked reasonably presentable. The torments she had so recently suffered were displayed in the multiple bruises, cuts and scrapes on her body however.
There were two men in the room. One was a tall, dignified looking man who Fox called Miguel. The other was a much bigger guy with a thick beard. Fox only talked to Miguel, who looked at Jamie steadily.
Fox pulled the cloak away, leaving her naked. Jamie pulled her arms in front of her, still embarrassed at being looked at like this by strangers, no matter how many rapings she'd undergone.
"Move your hands, little slut!" Fox snapped.
She pulled her arms away at once, closing her eyes briefly as the two men stared at her. The big man looked at her the way she'd come to expect, with lust and hunger. The other one, the one in the suit, however, looked at her more like she was a piece of meat he was considering buying, which in fact she was.
He walked around her examining her. She felt his hand slide across her hip and buttocks, then, as he stood behind her, his hand slid between her thighs and two fingers thrust up into her cunt box. She gasped and tried not to squirm as he probed her insides.
"Bend over," he said, rather casually.
Fox nodded, glaring, and Jamie hesitantly bent far forward, spreading her legs at his next request. His fingers slid in and out of her cunt several times, then withdrew. He moved away from her and over to Fox.
"All right," he said. "The price you asked is steep, especially considering her condition."
"Bruises fade, and after that you have a bargain. A first class piece of cunt meat for sale. She's worth a lot more than you're paying and you know it."
"Perhaps. Only time will tell."
"She's a real cock eater. Believe me, she likes nothing better than a hot ride."
"Again, this is something I will soon find out."
He pulled out an envelope and handed it to Fox, who placed it inside her jacket without even checking its contents.
"Goodbye then. I hope you're happy with the merchandise."
"If I am not, you will know of it soon," Miguel said calmly.
Fox left, leaving Jamie behind with the two men. She gulped in fear as the older one came over to her. Do not fear, little one. You are worth a great deal of money to me, so you will not be harmed. This is Jose," he pointed to the man with the, beard. "He will take you upstairs and have sex with you. You will do anything he tells you to. Is that understood?"
Jamie nodded shakily.
"Good. After you are cleaned up somewhat further, you will go on display in the main room. I am sure you will fetch a high price from the peasants. We get very few Americans here."
"How... how long do I have to stay here?" Jaime asked, in a small voice.
The man smiled.
"Well, now. Let me see. I imagine you will have... ohhhh... say twenty men a day, times a thousand pesos... I think you can be free to go in... ten, maybe fifteen years," The bearded man laughed uproariously, moving forward and grabbing Jamie's arm. He led her upstairs.
* * * * *
There was a pounding at the door. Steve pulled out his magnum and glided towards it, then opened it a crack. It was Charlie, he pushed the door open and hurried inside. "I think I know where she is, man."
"Where?" Steve demanded.
"I talked to this guy at a whorehouse. He said that if I come back tonight, they'll have a blonde American girl for me, one with big tits."
"That doesn't mean its Jamie."
"He described her pretty well. He even promised she'd be a genuine blonde, not a dye job. How many genuine blondes with big tits can be working in the local bordellos?"
"Why couldn't he show you now?"
"He said they only just bought her and have just taken delivery. She has to be prepared."
"What the fuck does that mean?"
"I dunno. If she's been gettin' gang banged in the jungles for the last couple of days, it probably means she has to be cleaned up."
"I don't like it."
"It's the only one we've heard of so far."
"Okay, but we don't wait until tonight. We go now."
"Dark would be better."
"I said now! I'm not waiting for anyone to sample the merchandise."
* * * * *
The bordello was in what used to be a hotel, a cheap hotel, in a seedy district. Both were wearing civvies as they walked up to the back door.
Their long jackets concealed the Uzis beneath. Steve rapped on the door, a big steel number.
There was no answer. He rapped again. The door opened and a big bearded man looked out on them, glaring fiercely. He had a gun stuck in his belt. "Si?" he growled. Steve pulled out the Uzi and stuck it under his chin.
"See?" he said.
"Si" the guy replied, backing slowly away.
Steve and Charlie followed, Steve's gun still under his chin. He reached forward and pulled the revolver from the guy's pants. Another guy came around the corner just then. Charlie raised his Uzi and the guy stopped like a deer caught in a car's headlights.
"I want to know where the blonde American girl is," Steve said, "the new one."
"No hable Hanglais," the big guy said, sullenly. Steve slammed the butt of the Uzi into the side of his head, knocking him cold. Charlie grabbed the other guy, who was trembling with fear and shoved him against the wall.
"Where is the new American girl?" he hissed.
"U... upstairs!" he squeaked. "Top floor... corner room!"
"You show us."
"But... but Senors..."
"Or else I'll shoot your dick off," Steve snarled, aiming the barrel of his Uzi into the guy's crotch. The man looked down in terror, then back up.
"I take you!" he gasped.
"Good." They shoved him forward and he turned left, walking to a steep, narrow wooden stairwell. He walked up, the other two following. They climbed three flights before coming out into a narrow hallway. A long, cheap green carpet ran from end to end. He pointed at the first doorway, his hand shaking fearfully.
Steve tried the door. It was locked. He looked at the little man, who shrugged helplessly. Steve pulled out his lock pick and set to work. It didn't take more than twenty seconds before the lock gave. He grabbed the little guy in a headlock and threw the door open, shoving him in and going after.
There was a man standing next to a bed. A tall, well dressed, dignified looking man. He turned in shock at their entrance, but seeing the guns, he did nothing. Jamie was sitting on the bed, wearing a frilly pink dress. She looked weary and resigned as they burst in, but her eyes lit up in astonishment when she recognized Steve.
"Steve!??" she cried.
"Hi there. Think I'm gonna let some lousy Lieutenant break a date with me?" he grinned, moving quickly over to her and seizing her in his arms as she stood up. She threw her arms around him and buried her face in his chest while Charlie covered the other two.
"I'll be damned," Charlie sighed. "I never thought we'd actually do it."
"We haven't done it yet" Steve said. He pulled Jamie around and moved back towards the door. "Bring those two with you, especially the tall guy"
"Right," Charlie said, motioning the two ahead of him. They made a silent trip down the stairwell, coming out onto the main floor with their prisoners and Jamie. Just as they rounded the corner, Steve jerked back, tossing Jamie behind him. A string of bullets lashed the opposite wall, and the echo of gunfire blasted around the room. Steve pointed the Uzi around the corner and fired off a full clip, then pulled back and reloaded.
"You!" he said, gesturing to the tall man. "Get your ass over here!" The man moved reluctantly, and only after being prodded by Charlie's gun.
"You tell them to back off or I'll stick this up your ass and pull the trigger!" he snarled.
The man looked at him angrily, then at the gun. Finally he let out a sigh and began calling out in Spanish. After a minute, he turned to Steve.
"They will not stop you, Senor."
"They better not Pancho, cause you're going first."
He grabbed the guy's arm and led him around the corner, sheltering behind his body. The gunmen, five of them, had backed into a doorway on the opposite side of the room. They pointed their weapons but did nothing else.
"What do you think?? Steve asked.
"Go for it. Ain't gonna do no good waiting," Charlie replied. He moved up next to Steve, holding the other guy in front of him.
Jamie brought up the rear, huddling close to Steve and Charlie both.
They slowly edged along the floor, the five of them moving as one. The men at the other doorway did nothing as the Americans reached the door and slowly pulled it open. Steve peered around the corner. There was no sign of any ambush. Hauling their hostages, they made it outside to the car.
As soon as the engine caught, Steve shoved his man away and stomped on the gas. Charlie and Jamie were already inside. The car zoomed down the alleyway and, around the corner, narrowly missing a Mercedes which screeched to a halt with an angry curse from the driver.
* * * * *
It was two days later that Jamie was finally released from base hospital and got back to her own quarters. She sat on the bed, patting it as if to reassure herself that she was really here. There was a knock on the door and she got up, opening it.
"Hi there." Steve grinned.
"Hi Steve. Come on in," She said.
She closed the door behind him and turned around to find him standing only a foot away.
"I still can't believe you came after me," Jamie said, shyly.
"I can hardly believe it myself," He admitted.
"I guess that one night affected me more than I thought then. Maybe it wasn't love at first sight," he grinned, folding his arms around her and drawing her against him, "But it sure was really, really, like at first sight."
She giggled and tilted her head back as he kissed her. The kiss, as first light and amused, continued, becoming hotter, more passionate. Jamie brought her arms up around his shoulders as her tongue and his writhed together. Steve's hands slid under her rounded buttocks and squeezed them, half lifting her off her feet.
She moaned in pleasure as he fondled her behind, her own hands going to his belt, opening it. She unzipped his pants and they dropped to the floor as Steve backed towards a chair and sat down. Jamie straddled him, sitting on his lap, as his mouth darted to her throat, suckling and kissing.
Her arms went behind her neck and undid the clip holding her top up and it collapsed, her round breasts springing loose. Steve instantly palmed both of them, his tongue still gliding up and down the nape of her neck. He squeezed her sweet titties, then bent his mouth to one, sucking gently as the girl squirmed against him.
"Oh God, Steve, how I've dreamed of this!" she gasped, her head going back. She arched her back, shoving her suddenly swollen breasts at his face. Steve sucked harder on her right nipple, his hands cupping both meaty orbs as he worked the little bud.
Jamie's hands pulled his cock loose from his underwear and began to stroke it lovingly. She pulled off her skirt, then tore her underwear off and positioned herself over him.
Slowly she sank downward, her cunt lips penetrated, pierced. The long, fat cock easily sliding into her waiting, well oiled fuck hole. Down she sank, inch by inch until the entire twelve inches was up inside her belly. She held still then, her arms and legs around Steve as he sucked her titties.
She was content, happy and content, for the first time in days. She felt safe and warm and loved. The past, and her multiple rapings faded quickly in an upsurge of sexual awakening and arousal as she wiggled from side to side on the big male organ inside her.
She started to raise herself up, pulling her body up, sliding it up along Steve's body until only the tip of his long cock was within her, then she sank back down, again sliding along his body, letting herself be impaled by the foot long monster cock.
She sighed in satisfaction and love, her hips sliding back and forth. "Ohhhhhh... Steeeeevvvee!" she groaned.
"Me too, baby! Me too!" he gasped. His hands went to her ass and pulled her even tighter against him, her melons squashing flat against his chest as he worked a finger into her anus and began slowly humping against her.
* * * * *
A hand over her face woke Major Fox out of a deep sleep. She gasped in shock, squirming against hands that held her down. The light was switched on and she saw Hernandez standing calmly before her. Two men were on the bed with her. The hand was withdrawn from her mouth.
"What are you doing, Miguel?" she gasped. "We had a deal."
"True, my dear. Unfortunately, the girl I bought from you was taken from me in a most humiliating incident this afternoon."
"That isn't my fault."
"Is it not? You did not tell me there would be problems with this girl. You lied to me, Miss Fox. I want my money back."
"I... I don't have it on me. I used it to pay for my fare on a boat heading for Australia."
"That is too bad. You will have to make it up in some... other way," He smiled.
"Now wait a damned minute..." she said, shaking her head in denial.
"Perhaps you are correct that no man has ever touched you," Miguel smiled. "But you will not be able to make that claim soon."
His men stripped Fox naked, holding her down on the bed, her legs apart. "I will be the first to see just how tight you are. The first," he said, pulling down his pants, "but very, very far from the last. You will, I am certain, come to appreciate being ridden by a strong man... after a few weeks... or months."
He climbed onto the bed between her legs, holding his cock forward. Fox squirmed furiously, her mouth covered by a big hand and her limbs held down tightly. She felt the cock press against her cunt, then, for the first time ever, a hard male organ thrust upwards into her belly.
She screamed into the big hand, struggling helplessly as the hard prick dug deeper and deeper into her cunt tube. Only seldom did she ever use anything like dildos, preferring to have her cunt licked by her female lovers. Except for small fingers, her hole was almost that of a virgin.
The fat male prong pushing forcefully into her was unlike anything she'd ever felt before. It drove upward into her belly, into her guts! She could do nothing to resist. Even clamping down on her cunt muscles did nothing to slow the invading organ.
She felt it climbing even higher, prying her cunt wide and sliding ever further into her abdomen. At last it was crushed against the very back wall of her cunt hole, with Miguel atop her. She could have almost cried as she felt his hands on her breasts and his lips on her throat.
He started to hump against her, his thick warm cock moving back and forth inside her. The idea revolted her. A man's cock, his prick, was up inside her body! Inside her! She gnashed her teeth in rage as Miguel fucked downward, his cock sliding back and forth faster and faster.
He grunted with pleasure as he pumped, thrusting into her wide open crotch hole with a slow, deliberate stroke. Fox was spread-eagled, her arms above her, each held by one man, her legs also held by the same man on either side of her. Both watched with interest as their employer's prick humped into the blonde American woman.
Miguel fucked harder and harder, his cock stroking furiously in Fox's pussy tunnel. He threw his hips forward and gasped in pleasure as he came. Then, for the first time in her life, Fox felt steamy male seed shooting up into her belly.
