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 Doctors in the Shadows 2 FICTION Doctors often give off the impression of
being the best and brightest among the world's struggling humanity.  But in
the real world of day to day conflict their actions and inactions show them
to be just like the mere mortals they are.  Such was the case with Dr. 
Girard who in the crush of settling in forgot she had been give the
all-important envelope.

   In the staff meeting Dr.  Wright sat in close proximity on Moreau's
right, fully symbolizing he was her new right-hand man.

   Dani Grimes sat to Moreau's left.  Capt Opango sat down at the far end
of the table.  He took few notes but kept his gaze centered on the female
leaders.  A competent leader he led by following and doing his mission
which was to support the two women trying so hard to help his struggling
country.

   Jonas Makonga an experienced soldier and driver took pride in his detail
as a driver for the allied aid mission.  Back at the motor-pool he
personally washed and refueled "his" van to make ready for his next
mission. It was while doing so he found the wax paper envelope wedged
behind the spare tire storage.  The 28 year old put the envelope deep in
his ruck sack and returned to the tent.

   It was in the late afternoon the calamity hit.  Dani was trying to
coordinate a medical element convoy for the next day at noon, when they
realized the codes were not yet delivered and panic set in.

   Dani briefed Dr Moreau who shared it only with Dr.  Wright who sprang
into action as a means to impress Moreau.

   Then more bad new arrived.  USAID advised Dani that Commander Laurent
was enroute from Cabinda to evaluate the bottleneck with aid missions out
of Pointe Noire.

   The allied mission tried to keep the knowledge of the missing codes
confidential but there were bad actors among the laborers, soldiers,
merchants and others who subsisted off the aid mission.  A rumor circulated
in the Infantry Company that the young brunette doctor Girard was given the
envelope with the codes before dismounting the Puma helicopter and then
lost them.  The rumor was eventually heard at the mess tent by PFC Makonga,
who deduced the pretty doctor seated in the rear of his van had lost the
important materials.

   At dinner that evening Dr Moreau hosted her new assistant, Dr.  Wright
for a private meal where she disclosed all the pressing issues facing MSD
and its mission that she didn't cover at the staff meeting.

   Wright could barely concentrate as he scribbled notes in shorthand, just
being alone and physically close to the attractive chief physician caused
his 7 inch dick to grow turgid with need.  "Dr Moreau please allow me to
head the investigation into the lost codes." "I'm certain I can get to the
bottom of this and recover them."

   Moreau an effective bureaucrat knew there was no answer better than a
subordinate willing to be the tip of the spear when an administrative snafu
occurred.  As Simone looked out at the setting sun from her hut she could
see the vastness of the Atlantic Ocean swallow the last of the hot African
sun as it set to the west.  Simone felt her loins stir with sexual need and
wondered briefly if Wright was suitable for the boudoir?

   Wright got a whiff of something strong, ripe, and sharp as he sat across
from Moreau after their meal.  He inhaled again as he sipped cognac, that
it was a warm bittersweet, dark and rich smell which grew thick in his
nose.

   He didn't know if it was the cognac (probably) or just the discovery of
a latent fetish but he was aroused by just being near his new boss as she
hosted him.  It was an innocent gesture that any new close subordinate
would enjoy.  But this subordinate's turgid cock drooled and pulsed,
threatening to spew cum right there on the spot in his pants.

   Wright had come to MSD from what had been a successful private practice
until he became embroiled in scandals and lost credential to practice at
National Health Service clinics.  He'd had more than a few opportunities to
meet women who were unwashed, who smelled ripe.  Women who made my dick
very hard.  Wright was a voyeur of the first order and a pervert.  Meaning
he indulged in kinks, things other people might find a turn off.  Being a
general practice M.D in a middle class suburb gave him ample target to aim
for.

   One of those kinks was unwashed genitals and the pursuit of oral contact
with a pretty woman's cunt.  He loved the smell of a woman with an earthy
ripe cunt.  He lived for inhaling horny, wet, sticky pussies and licking
and tasting them, pre, during and post coitus.

   Claire Girard was busy unpacking and getting settled into her hut she
would share with another female aid worker who had been at Pointe for more
than two months.  The two European women seemed to hit off well and this
relaxed Girard immensely.  She could not wait to travel into the bush on a
medical element convoy mission to practice her medicine which was so in
demand in the displacement camps and the ravaged villages enroute to
Loubono.

   Dani and Moreau ordered the prudent thing to do was carry out a small
convoy to Madingo-Kayes, roughly 75 miles along the coast north of Pointe
Noire.  The medical element would be led by Wright, a Belgian doctor.  W.
Peeters.  Bert Roux and Girard, two Congolese nurse aides, two laborers and
a six man security team led by Lt.  Dume.

   The lack of codes meant the element would run silent the entire trip
unless there was trouble.  They would commo at 1800 hours daily to report
"Tubes Down" under the allied sit rep policy.  To state their location and
where they were bedding down for the night.  At Madingo-Kayes they would
RON at what passed for beach villas operated by the Lice Corporation.

   After arrival in Madingo-Kayes the clinic operated out of a run down two
room school building built back in the days of French Colonial rule.  With
Girard, Peeters and Roux attending patients and Dr.  Wright helping the
nurses with vaccines, the clinic ran smoothly and they were able to shut
down early.  And get back to the beach villas.

   Dr.  Girard once back at her assigned villa room switched into a powder
blue two piece swimsuit for she wanted to swim in the Atlantic to wash away
some of the grit and fatigue of her first mission.  She did not tell anyone
she was going to the beach.  She had vaguely heard in the last day or so
about the hub-bub over the missing codes but she did not consider it her
problem.  As long as she was her room in time for the Tubes Down report to
be sent by Wright there was no problem.  The force protection plan was not
very demanding as Madingo-Kayes was considered safely in the rear.

   Lt Dume parked the 6 passenger truck housing the security team at the
local gas station.  PFC Makanga was in charge of the current three man unit
at the Beach Villas.  The strapping soldier had formulated his plan to
snare the pretty Dr Girard, and summoned a hulking large laborer Jomo to
assist.  Ever alert he had seen Girard leave alone and head for the beach.

   Girard swam lazy circles in the cooling waters of the Atlantic just off
shore, her mind relaxing as she swam and bobbed expertly.  Glancing at her
watch at 1705 hours, she came ashore and donned a light terry cloth robe
before heading up the narrow deserted foot path to the villas.  While still
near a small grove of Bougainvillea plants she saw PFC Makanga urgently
walking toward her.

   Makanga breathily but calmly delivered the deceptive monologue he'd
rehearsed for several hours waiting for the right opportunity to approach
the pretty 28 year old doctor.  "Dr Girard, come quickly to this hut, it's
a laborer he's taken ill!" the soldier said half in French, half in
English.

   Claire was excited to be able to do good totally on her own and did not
consider the soldier to have treacherous ideas.  In fact it is why she had
volunteered to come to the Congo to prove her worth to family and friends.

   The PFC jogged off the worn trail to what looked up ahead like a storage
hut.  Girard assuming a decidedly feminine gait trying to match his stride.
Anyone following behind her would have been treated to a juicy glimpses of
her lush white thighs and the curvy behind attached.

   Makanga flipped the door open and pointed to the husky laborer Jomo who
lay on his side clutching his stomach in almost a fetal position.  "Maybe
it's appendix?" He said excitedly, as slyly slid the latch on the hut door
enclosing the three of them in the dank hut.

   Girard spoke rapidly in French trying to a brief history of recent
ailments the laborer may have had.  The man only moaned and nodded yes
occasionally to her queries.

   The PFC drew his sidearm and unzipped his fatigue trousers, allowing his
massive and slowly hardening 9 inch dick to dangle outside as he stroked it
with his left hand.

   Dr Girard caught an image from her right and swiveled about on her knees
as she turned her back to Jomo.

   "We know you took the codes and lost them or gave them to a spy for the
enemies of the Congolese people." Makanga said rapidly in French, as Jomo
grabbed her from behind crushing her lush 38 inch breasts and covering her
mouth.

   Makanga continued his narrative, saying..."We won't hurt you.  We'll
keep your secret if you bring us cognac from Embassy Shop and," referring
to a small duty free concession that only the allied forces and MSD staff
had access to..."make quickie sex with me and Jomo."

   As the lovely brunette doctor struggled in Jomo's arms she could fee his
black truncheon growing hot and hard in his excitement as she wiggled in
his grasp.  Her mind swam in fear, part revulsion, even excitement at what
this would lead to.  Not overly promiscuous, but Claire Girard was a
typical liberated French woman.  She had been on birth control for the past
five years.

   She looked up at the Congolese soldier felt a stirring in her loins and
loathed herself, but she did not want to be pointed out as a traitor to the
allied mission.

   The men hadn't had any women in a while.  Claire looked like what she
was, fresh hot white pastry to them.

   She made a last feeble ploy to avoid sex, "Please...  I'm not on the
pill, can I just French you?" "Please I weel suck eet until you finish and
bring you cognac at Pointe Noire!" She implored.

   That was good enough for Jomo.  He cleared a low table and sat her on it
putting her right at the height for their loins.  Both men grabbed and
rubbed her lush tits.  Hands were everywhere-feeling and pinching her
nipples.  Makanga pulled on her piss flaps inside her swimsuit bottoms and
probed the damp feminine crevice.  Someone even got a finger in her ass.

   The sensations were too much for Dr Girard.  She had an orgasm from the
rough treatment that overwhelmed her.  Jomo grabbed her by her damp hair,
jerked her head around forced his dick into her mouth.  His dick was a
monstrous 10 inches.  The head was purplish-red, it was as big as Claire's
forearm from her elbow to her wrist.  The look on her face was priceless as
she tried to suck it.

   Makanga knelt before the juncture of her thighs as her face turned to
lick and slobber on Jomo's pole.  He licked and gnawed on the salty hanging
lips of her tight pussy.

   The sensations quickly became too much for Claire.  PFC Jonas Makanga
had untied her bathing suit bottom and even licked the tangy humid crevice
of her asshole.  At one moment she almost yelled out, "Oh shit ...yes fuck
me- Fuck me!"

   She could hear the wet filthy sounds she made as she sucked, and Makanga
ate her hot humid pussy.  Little brunette tendrils of her cunt hair stuck
to his teeth and tongue as he pleasured her.  Finally they switch places
with her sucking and drooling on Makanga's uncut dick.  Jomo stood to her
left forcing her to jerk his dick as she sucked and drooled on the smaller
dick of the PFC.  All three adults could hear slurpy wet, nasty sounds as
the dick went in and out her mouth.  Strings of her saliva bubbled out of
her mouth and dangled from her pretty lips.

   Makanga pulled away and let Jomo renter her mouth.  Jomo's huge left
hand cradled her now sweat dampened head as she bounced her pretty face off
the barely 4 inches of dick she could suck.  Her lips were turned up sexily
the red lipstick streaked with pre cum and slobber along the pole.

   Then Claire did something totally wild.  She began to rub Makanga's dick
on her face and in her hair with her left hand.

   It was just the stimulus Jomo needed.  He shivered and began to blast
his nut juice.  "Splurt, Splork, splush." The deluge caught Dr.  Girard off
guard and she began to shiver and gag, her eyes rolled up into her head. 
"Gak, Gaaak, Currrph." She sounded as she tried to clear her throat.

   Claire was sickened that she came as they orally sodomized her.  She lay
at the end of it on her back on the table, in a puddle of sweat and semen.
She sprawled with her legs open, her swollen, agitated cunt lips open and
on display.  Her breasts smudged with pinch marks, the nipples still
puckered and erect.  She gazed up to the ceiling of the hut--her mind in
turmoil and her body exhausted.  She heard the men laughing and talking in
Congolese.  PFC Makanga already knew that the next time Claire would be
fucked by him and Jomo.

   Back in Pointe Noire Pasco Santos eyed every person suspiciously upon
their entering his little club, the Eye Patch.  It was not a busy night on
the seafront and most customers were there for the air conditioning not the
tepid Congolese beer.

   Santos, a retired 45 year old Portuguese merchant seaman, who these days
collected low grade human intelligence for Portugal as it struggled to hold
on to influence in its former West African possession, Angola.  A toxic
brew of meddling by Soviet-inspired insurgencies had Angola under fierce
challenge from charismatic Nationalist Leaders like Jonas Savimbi.

   Beach Villas Claire took a much needed shower after her tryst and ate
her supper alone.  Shunning an invitation from Dr Wright to dine with him,
Roux and Peeters the other male doctors on the trip.

   Slipping into a gauzy pink baby doll nightie, she lowered her mosquito
netting and slid into bed holding her small beige gode.  She had used the
tool often throughout medical school, residency and internship.

   The steamy oral sex with the African men had made Claire incredibly
horny.  She had only seen nude blacks in cabaret shows in Paris when she
was a med school student.  To see the reality of black male masculinity
which she had thought only a myth caused her genitals to moisten anew when
she recalled how she submitted to them.

   Not wearing any panties, she lay on her side and began to glide the 6
inch dildo around her seeping pussy.  She dared not activate the vibration
not knowing how thin the walls of the villas were.  But she eagerly hunched
on and began to thrust her trusty gode into the clutches of her tight
pussy.

   After five or six hunches on the smooth tool, she had to bite her
knuckles to keep from moaning out loud.  Her tongue grew thick in her
lovely mouth.  The fuck itch coursing her body was exquisite as she
recalled first the uncut dick of PFC Makanga and then the circumcised
monster of the laborer Jomo.

   The small bedside lamp gave a soft erotic sheen to her lightly
perspiring body as she flexed and strained in auto-erotic bliss turning
once on her back with her lush legs steepled before lowering onto her hands
and knees in a classic doggy style.

   It was in this position she was discovered in by the inquisitive and
sneaky Dr Wright who was mad at her rebuff of his invitation to dinner. 
Deciding to walk about and get some fresh air during the stifling hours
before turning in.

   Dr Wright new which of the duplex villas Girard occupied as she was the
lone white female on the mission, while Roux and Peeters shared a room and
the African nurses shared a room.  Moving stealthily by the bedroom window
he spied a one inch gap in the between the window sill and the curtain
bottom.

   The light had caught his eye as he passed and he took a peak hoping to
see the lovely doctor changing for bed.  It was the hottest illicit view he
had seen of an unsuspecting female in sometime.

   A true voyeuristic pervert, nothing thrilled the lecherous doctor more
than to spy on females in their most intimate and unguarded moments.  Hot
drool formed in his mouth as he bent over by the window his 7 inch dick
growing turgid.

   With her ass cantilevered up and out, her thighs spread, she shoveled
the dildo in her cunt from underneath.  Wright could see a rich glaze of
her feminine dew pasted to the dildo and even more stuck to her brunette
pubis.  Her piss flaps were engorged with hot blood as she strove for her
orgasm.

   Dr Girard flopped to her back restlessly and began to strum her clitoris
with her left hand as she funneled the dildo in her pussy with her right.
"Oh aww, aww, ssss." She lightly moaned as her orgasm struck.

   Dr Wright gave her brief moment or two to lay there sated before he
stepped to her villa's door and knocked lightly before adding, "Just making
sure all is well Doctor before I turn in.  We leave at 7 sharp, OK?"

   "Yes, yes...thank you doctor.  Good night sir" Claire answered almost
breathlessly.  Hoping silently he would not want to come in and check on
her.  TO BE CONTINUE