Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Doctors in the Shadows 3 Fiction Saturdays were half work days in the allied mission for most of the Westerners and many of the Congolese. The early morning found Karen Griffin busily at work in the Peace Corps office reading previous reports and attempting to get up to focus on the country issues affecting her mission. Using the cover of being a Political Economics major for the UK government and its contribution in Congo, Griffin was in-country to keep tabs on other western powers specifically the Americans and Portuguese because U.K government of Prime Minister Callaghan did not want his NATO partners to screw up the effort in West Africa and add to his domestic problems. Karen was learning some interesting things about just how daunting a nation building task was faced in the Congo primarily because of the Portuguese issues next door. Congo had little or no infrastructure, only 0.1 physicians per 1000 citizens. Schooling had been almost impossible with no one able to progress beyond primary school over the last five years due to armed conflict. Tom Pelham, a field correspondent for Reuters was trying to arrange a meeting with Dr. Moreau to plan a visit to Pointe Noire. He had finally agreed to do a small puff piece for the wire services but he was stuck up at the French base in Djambala. Any positive press was a feather in the cap considering the current sit-reps coming out of Brazzaville regarding the MSD mission. Madingo-Kaye Waterfront As the medical element mounted their vehicles just before 0700, a self-conscious Dr. Girard took her seat in the van with the Red Cross markings and settled in for the return trip. The driver seemed to ignore her as she silently hoped the Africans had not gossiped and ruined her reputation in 24 short hours. Dr. Wright didn't ignore her though, peering from behind his mirrored aviator sunglasses he followed her every move and gesture as he walked up and down the procession of vehicles. Finally satisfied all staff were accounted for he signaled Lt Dume in the lead security vehicle to head out. At 0705 the early tropical sun was already beaming down on the waterfront town. Everyone's clothing was already showing perspiration stains barely an hour after breakfast. Dr. Girard gazed out her window and bounced in her seat repeatedly as the vehicle moved along the rough secondary road Lt Dume led the convoy along. Wright reached from his seat in front of the van and adjusted the rear view mirror so he could ogle the attractive Doctor. The top two buttons of her khaki blouse were undone displaying her enticing creamy cleavage. At roughly the same time the convoy departed, Cmdr Laurent and her party were crossing the border checkpoint leaving Cabinda and entering Congo. The trip from the Cabinda zone to Pointe Noire was just over 20 miles. Laurent, her Chief Enlisted aide and their Angolan driver were all traveling on diplomatic passports and clearances so they had no problems crossing the border. The trip would be a breez and Bev Laurent was certain they would arrive in time to get debrief on the convoy returning from Madingo. She was eager to meet with Grimes and Moreau for a personal debrief. Pointe Noire Aid Station The office of Peace Corps and MSD were busier than normal with the pending arrival of Defense Attaché Cmdr Laurent. Dani and Dr. Moreau were behind closed doors in conference drafting their in-brief for Laurent. Grimes was of the opinion to not disclose the loss of the codes and the slowdown of convoy missions as a result. Moreau ever the seasoned bureaucrat opted for full disclosure in the hopes it would get empathy if not sympathy from Bev Laurent. On this already hot morning Simone wore a sleeveless African print dress which hung loose to her knees covered by a white sleeveless lab smock. Her large 38 D cup breast and rather large nipples were fairly concealed by a thin white bra. Moreau did not shave her underarms. The reddish brown tufts were in plain sight and she knew from experience her informal appearance could disarm the most rigid of executives male or female. Often her carefree hippy-style was like a magnet for lecherous types from both sexes. During Moreau's career she spent time on nude beaches, smoked hashish in Bombay India and Morocco and experimented with casual sex. A true bi-sexual, Simone had erotic encounters with females going all the way back to high school. In her early MSD career, Simone found her taste for youthful lovers in the villages and barrios her work had taken her to. She now had the best job in the world, in her mid-40s, her voluptuousness showed only a slight sign of aging. Her long auburn hair now greying a little and kept at shoulder length. The returning convoy made excellent progress under Dume's navigation. Barring any trouble the convoy was set to arrive at 1130 hours. Girard stayed quiet for nearly the whole trip. It was only at a water stop, when Jomo approached with water cans to refill the European's canteens did she come out of her daze. The husky laborer handed her a folded note from Makanga, it simply said in French, "Mademoiselle, Cognac, merci!" Upon reading the slip of paper, she immediately after Jomo's departure asked Dr. Wright, "Doctor, will there be any personal time for staff upon arrival at Pointe Noire?" Around the same time Laurent's unwelcome cortege trooped into MSD headquarters. Insincere pleasantries were exchanged and then the chess match started between Laurent and Moreau. "May I see the route maps for any convoys currently out?" Laurent asked icily of Dr. Moreau. Dr. Moreau replied calmly, "Currently we have one convoy in the field, its due to return within two hours from Madingo-Kaye." "Why only one convoy in field?" Cmdr Laurent asked piercing Grimes and Moreau with her blue eyed gaze. The dike blonde was like a mako shark sensing blood in the water. Moreau gave as she got. Though not totally subordinate to Laurent she smartly knew MSD executives performed under allied mission oversight even though MSD was an NGO. "Cmdr its best we discuss this in closed session due to the sensitive nature of some mission elements being Confidential-No Foreign Dissemination." "When will the closed session be given?" Laurent asked tersely sensing a stall tactic and causing Dani to frown in disgust. "Cmdr, I'd like to present it informally with only you, Pamela and Dr. Wright my new Chief of Staff at a private dinner in my quarters at 1900 hours." Moreau said evenly standing a little akimbo with her stance exuding command and sexiness. This seemed to appease and disarm the hard charging Defense Attaché who immediately delved into her canned delivery about the reason for her visit and concerns from the Embassy and COMNAVFORSWA (Commander Naval Forces South West Africa) about lost momentum to the humanitarian mission. "We have had a long trip. If we could briefly meet with the returning Convoy element." That would suffice. Dr. Moreau answered smartly, "They will be tired and dirty also but they won't mind a debrief." Moving to her doorway and telling her clerk to get the Defense Attaché party settled in a guest hut. As Laurent and her party left. Dani whispered to Dr. Moreau, "Well played." Moreau answered her with a saucy wink. The convoy pulled into the aid station just before noon. Dr. Wright and the other Europeans were dropped at HQ. Just before he dismissed everyone, a MSD clerk ran forward and informed him Dr. Moreau wanted him and his team inside to brief the American Attaché. PFC Makanga alighted from his vehicle and moved to the edge of the group of whites near Dr. Girard at the back door of the van, where he informed her, "1930 at the motor pool...Cognac!" Peeters thought it odd for a Congolese soldier to be so closely engaged in conversation but then dismissed the scene as maybe the soldier was offering to help a pretty female with her bags. The team entered the sparse conference room where an overhead projector already sat humming. Dani introduced the team to Cmdr Laurent. Each member of the team stood as Dani gave their name, country origin and specialty. When Dani announced, "Dr. Claire Girard, Gastro Internist, France." Laurent's eyes veritably came alive. Girard blouse was sweat soaked and a belt of perspiration even lined the rear west band of her snug wrap-around skirt. Both Laurent and Wright looked at Girard with undisguised lust. Wright because of what he had observed the night before during Girard's nude exhibition and Cmdr Laurent because she hungered for just such a juicy morsel as Girard while on this temporary duty assignment. Dr. Wright gave an exceptional debrief with concise data on patients served, food stores delivered, inoculations performed and a general public health assessment for the small water front village. Moreau was impressed with Wright's thoroughness. Girard didn't notice the constant looks she got from Laurent while Wright was speaking. Her mind was preoccupied with how to keep her rendezvous with Makanga without being discovered. Angola's civil war began in 1975 right after Portugal granted independence to Angola. But prior to independence a long decolonization conflict raged from 1961-1974 seriously impacting Congo. The civil war was really between two liberation movements, MPLA and UNITA. At the same time Angola was surrogate buffeted about by Cold War actors such as the U.S., USSR, Cuba and even South Africa. Two other separatist movements were in the order of battle, FNLA and FLEC, the Front for the Liberation of the Enclave of Cabinda which desired to get Cabinda province independence from Angola. Cabinda guerrillas were led by Luiz Ranque politically but the field commander was a ruthless warlord Binde Okoye. Okoye's forces created many of the displaced persons issues effecting the region around Loubono-Kayes. The Congo Army district Commander for the region was Col Cisse who had a goal to defeat any Angolan Marxist that ventured into Congo and to capture Okoye in Congo if ever the opportunity presented itself. If only the political machine in Congo moved with the sense of the purpose that its military did. Later in the afternoon after freshening up Claire managed to slip away to the Embassy shop and purchase the Cognac along a few toiletries and snacks. She immediately felt better once she was back in her room and hid the Cognac in the bottom of her messenger bag, wrapping it in towels for protection. Around 1830 her roommate returned from showering and announced that should would be in Pointe Noire for the evening and planned to dine at the Eye Patch. This was more good news for Claire for she would have the hut to herself as she worked up the courage to make the rendezvous with Makanga. Karen Griffin needed to start her mission and she felt there was no better place than the Eye Patch which was the center of Western social life outside the aid station. Just inside the Border of Congo from Cabinda Zone The right wing rebel Curtis Oyinloye and his squad had captured a Cuban cultural worker who had strayed into Congo from Cabinda. Oyinloye held the heavy sjambok or litupa in his hands menacingly, flexing the heavy leather whip made from hippo or rhinoceros hide. The South Africans had introduced the 35 inch whip to peoples across southwest Africa. It could be used to herd cattle or humans and had already done the latter to this pretty Cuban woman being accused of spying for Angola. Velma Nunez was medium tall with, juicy 38C breast and lovely sun bronzed skin after being in Africa for several months. Her reddish blonde hair glistened with sweat even in the dim light of the double canopy rainforest. The rebels had stripped her to plain pink cotton panties and bra. The small hide they occupied was in dense rainforest that fed a small clear stream. The five rebels just back from patrol were about to get a reward for capturing a Cuban. The men stripped and waded into the stream to get clean. They gazed at Velma like she was fresh antelope and they were lion cubs. They talked trash in Congolese, soon each man's dick had erected. They were lean and muscular from roaming and fighting government forces in the bush. Velma bent forward from her position tied between the sturdy branches of two African oaks. The captive Cuban woman gulped--seemingly knowing the group of men would want to violate her sexually. Being a Catholic she was not on any birth control. The 5 rebels glanced at Oyinloye for permission. He finally nodded, "Yes." They lost no time. They trooped from the stream and closed in on her. The Cuban seemed to vanish in their midst like she was swallowed by a five-headed black monster. She was tied in a bent forward position and one rebel entered her pussy with a single thrust after only pulling her pantie crotch to the side. As he fucked he actually thrilled to the stimulation of the pantie's elastic rubbing his 8 inch dick. Someone grabbed her by the hair and made her jaws open and started to fuck her face. Others grabbed her juicy tits and squeezed them leaving finger marks on the flesh exposed outside her bra. In their eagerness, one rebel just yanked the bra up to her neck, releasing the pretty tits. A little short man reached under her loins to rub her clit as the first rebel fucked into her pussy. The man fucking was so horny from being in the bush for weeks he came after just four minutes, his nasty seed shooting into her juicy sump. Another man replaced him stroking into her for ten minutes. He then withdrew just as he started to cum, squirting shiny white dollops which splashed up over her trim waist and the outside of her shapely right thigh. One loop of cum spurted as far as her trim shoulder and slopped down to the ground nastily. The first rebel to fuck her pussy moved to her mouth and then she had two dicks vying for her lips and tongue. Another man stepped up to her pussy, pulled the panties to mid-thigh and hunched into her on a glaze of the bleachy sperm already shot into the miserable woman. The man's dick was 9 and ¼ inches and curved to the left. Everyone could hear the wet belching, farting sounds as the dick went in and out. Her hairy cunt was packed with dick and the sounds added to the depravity of her slowly released cries and moans. "Ohhh--awww--awww--uh--uh!" It was quite a show and Oyinloye's dick even erected as he stood by with the now unneeded sjambok. The rebel leader rarely participated in these prisoner rapes. This rebel seemed to be fucking her silly. Her glossy hair swept back and forth on her shoulders wantonly as he screwed into her. His big black nuts slapped against her on every thrust up her cunt. His tough hands grasped her hips to steady her as he drilled his pole in the clutching grasp of the tight pussy. The short rebel who had played with her clit for a while now wanted oral sex and stepped forward to get at her face which streamed sweat in the humid bush. She started to lick his dick just as her orgasm started. The rebel fucking, just kept fucking with bone jarring hunches. He glanced over her shoulders with glee as she laved her tongue over the two dicks she could reach. He eventually pulled his cock out. Velma's cunt spasmed and quivered, but the pussy hole stayed open. A shiny stream of semen drooled from her hole and ran down her brown thighs. The shorter rebel pulled his dick from her mouth with an audible, plop and stepped around behind her and fisted it into her hole. Mr. 9 and ¼ inch jerked his dick and rubbed it on her face before pushing it into her maw. Velma had another body-shaking orgasm that made her convulse. She moaned like a cow being branded. Her pussy was a nasty sloppy mess as the short rebel finally fired his seed into her and withdrew. The rebel with the big dick finally tired of her feeble sucks and licks and moved behind her once again teasing her pussy hole with just the first three inches of his meat. The orgy had been going on for nearly thirty minutes in the midday heat and had attracted a couple of worrisome flies that buzzed and flew near the woman's pouting dime sized asshole. Velma juiced heavily with female sap as she was fucked, slathering the dick with her secretions. At last it was too much and the rebel's prostate spasmed and he shot four powerful jets of sperm into her cunt and she came shakenly again. The last rebel was content to orgasm by jerking off onto her lovely grimacing face as he realized his average sized dick would feel nothing from the abused woman. Oyinloye turned from the scene and went and sat on his pack and began to clean his MAC 50 pistol. Pointe Noire Aid Station Dr. Moreau had her Congolese maid serve a light supper of fish and salad before dismissing the maid. The MSD office clerk, procured the preferred drinks for the westerners and then left for the evening. Dani insured the doors and windows were secured and turned the lights up slightly before taking a seat at the coffee table across from the couch where Cmdr Laurent and Dr. Moreau sat. Wright stood holding the briefing binder and explained the security classification for the information he was presenting. "Dr. and Cmdr, the MSD mission is experiencing a slow down due to increased Congolese rebel activity, a 30% increase in Angolan insurgent forces activity across the frontier from Cabinda zone and a communications security deficiency involving radio codes." Bev Laurent was on the edge of her seat. This was news...and she would maximize it in her cable traffic to the Embassy and COMNAVFORSWA. But she wanted more. "Please explain more on this commo deficiency Doctors." Moreau nodded slightly for Wright to continue. The perverted Brit doctor's eyes nearly sparkled as he warmed to his subject explaining the apparent loss or theft of the codes which he was personally investigating. He emphasized that as the military situation deteriorated it was not wise policy to get the convoys too far into the bush without secure radio communications. The convoys could be over whelmed, the medical and food supplies lost to the rebels on all sides." "MSD does not consider it safe to convoy beyond Loubono-Kaye though we would feel good making a run as far as Mossendjo if we were assured of air support by French military from Djambala garrison." Virtually on cue, Dani Grimes chimed in smartly, "Cmdr a small plus up to Capt Opango's light infantry would help immensely with our outreach and security." Dani thrilled at the chance to help the handsome Captain. Laurent made no written notes but she was a trained Surface Warfare officer and she knew the assessment was spot on tactically. "Dr Moreau will you and Dani send me a list of how Defense Attaché can help in advancing your logistical and force protection goals, also the investigation regarding the codes." "I'll be here for perhaps three more days." She said before rising indicating her time with them was over for the evening. After Dani left for her hut. Dr Moreau asked Wright to stay and discuss regional MSD budget issues over drinks. Just before 730 pm the pretty doctor, Claire Girard walked past the motor pool gate once as she saw a laborer she did not recognize. It was a young Congolese named Oba. Claire panicked slightly and started to depart the area, until saw PFC Makanga up against the building. She spun back toward the gate determined to go through with handing off the Cognac. She was a pretty sight, her simple almond-green color dress with small floral patterns clung to her curvy behind sexily. Makanga had paid Oba a ration of his meat from evening mess for him to vacate from the motor pool during the transaction with Dr Girard. It was his interest also to have this occur in secrecy between him and Jomo. Makanga unlocked the gate and ushered her into the compound which was protected only by strands of concertina wire. He smiled eagerly upon seeing her messenger bag draped over her shoulder, hoping it held the Cognac pay off. Dr Girard had decided she would get the soldier black market alcohol, tobacco and whatever, but she would not do the other...so called "quickie sex". Makanga ushered her into the dispatch room of the motor pool office where Jomo stood quietly. She handed over the bottle and two packs of American cigarettes and gushed out her position to the blackmailer, "I can't do the other...quickie sex, but I...I'll do the other thing you want me to do." She added quickly already feeling a ticklish sensation in her loins just at the sight of Jomo in bush shorts and a clean t-shirt. Makanga snatched the bottle and cigarettes placing them in his ruck sack. His eyes narrowed wickedly as he stepped closer to her and canted his face in the crook of his neck. He rambled ugly sexist comments at her in Congolese. Then retreating a step he started on her in French. "The American Attaché is here already to investigate you concerning the codes." "Many of our countrymen will die because of your treachery." "The American's will be sure to hang you." Claire's mind began to whirl with the import of the soldiers heated remarks. Jomo stepped forward shyly and began to run his right forefinger up and down her bare arms as she stood passively with her hands crossed in front of her like a school child. Claire hated the idea of returning to France in disgrace and failing at her new career. She had to buy time somehow until she could get out this predicament. Before her very eyes she could see Jomo's pole lengthen and harden in his shorts. Just smelling her lavender scent had fired the laborer's lust for the white Frenchwoman. The sinking feeling in her stomach grew as she saw Makanga unbuckle his trousers. Jomo tugged on her left arm and steered her toward a worn couch on the far wall of the office. Girard began to accept what was her due when she saw from the corner of her eye, Makanga dropping his trousers. Soon he was naked from the waist down. His lust obvious as his dick was hard, hot and fully erect. His face shone with perspiration even though a lazy ceiling fan twirler above them. He had a mass of black pubic hair in his groin, she noticed this as he stroked his 9 inch cock with his right hand. Jomo the more seductive of the two Africans leaned into her sweet smelling neck and kissed it slowly while he massaged her juicy ass and toyed with the buttons at the back of her dress. Dr Girard closed her eyes in fear but also in longing for it to start. She saw Makanga pull his foreskin back from the dark purple glans and the piss hole of his dick glistening with shiny drops of pre cum. Jomo started to unbutton her dress, but Makanga spoke rapidly and in Congolese halting the laborer. He wanted to humiliate the European for trying to renege on the sex pay off. Makanga yelled at her in French, "Vous deshabiller sale traitre/Undress you filthy traitor." To be Continued.