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 Doctors in the Shadows 6 Aid Station

   At the start of the week everyone seemed to have a spring in their step.
The staff was busy editing the request to be given to Cmdr Laurent.  The
Defense Attaché was due to arrive by 0900 hours to receive the request and
forward it to COMNAVFORSWA.

   With no missions scheduled the doctors and nurses would be busy with an
Ambulatory Clinic from 1000-1300 hours and another from 1400-1600.  Dr. 
Moreau and Dani toyed with the idea of a small food aid convoy making the
run up to Loubono.

   Wright scheduled Dr.  Girard, Roux and a Dutch general practitioner to
work the morning clinic.  While Peeters and a German Internist would handle
the shorter afternoon clinic.

   Shortly after 0900, Cmdr Laurent entered MSD with her enlisted aide. 
Both Naval personnel were decked out in their official khaki work uniforms
with blue ball caps.

   After being ushered into Moreau's small conference area where Wright and
Grimes were already seated, Bev Laurent got down to business.

   "Dr.  Moreau with concurrence of USAID and you, I'd like to ask
COMNAVFORSWA for the temp detailing of Ms.  Griffin to work on my staff on
food issues in Cabinda for approximately 10 days." "We could use an
Economics lead to push better planning for food aid in both conflict zones
of Angola and Congo."

   Dani gave Drs Moreau and Wright coy looks.  She hated to be without
Karen on the Food Distribution side of the mission.  But shrugged her
shoulders in defeat without voicing opposition.

   Moreau spoke on behalf of MSD, saying "Of course Cmdr, I'll notify MSD
and French Consul in Brazzaville."

   "Excellent now do you have your memo prepared on what's needed to
support Pointe Noire?"

   The memo was staffed and signed off by MSD and USAID, Including a
request for both to support an increase of troops for Opango's Infantry
unit and air cover.  Additionally three 5 ton trucks for food delivery. 
Dr. Moreau slid the loose-leaf binder prepared by her and Dani's staff over
to Cmdr Laurent.  "You'll find it all there Cmdr...thanks immensely."

   "Any progress on the code recovery?  Doctors?  Bev asked intensely.

   "I'm afraid not.  French Embassy B'ville did not manifest the package of
materials containing the codes.  We're not even sure it was on the
aircraft." Wright said with a pained look on his face.

   Oyinloye and a sizeable band of rebels thundered away from the
"Fishhook" area of Cabinda and Congo moving due north to Loubono.  The
rebel leader was green lighted to raid the food distribution stores there.
His plan was to bush camp with his vehicles and recon the Loubono area and
strike when the food stores had been replenished by USAID and the allies.

   As Laurent gathered her materials to leave, Dani sent her clerk to
inform Karen she would leave for Angola that afternoon.

   Karen was amazed at how fast Cmdr Laurent had arranged the details.  She
would wait to send her first report to MI 6 when she was safely at the
Attaché compound in Cabinda.  At ambulatory clinic, Dr Girard and Dr.  Roux
busied themselves with routine sick call matters, malaria medications,
Checking Congolese soldiers and giving pre-employment physicals to
Congolese.

   At a lull Dr Girard shyly spoke to Roux in French.  "Pardon Bert.  May I
speak with you before lunch?"

   "Why of course, is something wrong?" Roux answered.  Just being near her
caused his 7 inch dick to start to harden.  He glanced at her lush figure
and steered her to the rear of the tent between to refrigerated coolers
where medications was stored.

   Confident the Congolese staff and patients could not hear them speaking
French, Girard gushed out part of the dilemma.  She explained two Congolese
were attempting to blackmail her for alcohol and tobacco.  But failed to
mention their demand for sex.  She avoided altogether any mention they had
accused her of being a spy or already had sex with her.

   Roux could smell her light trace of perfume, sweat and body talc in the
confines of the hot tent.  She wore a signature MSD wrap-a-round skirt and
tan blouse and a sleeveless white lab smock.  His dick hardened and
throbbed even more as he eyed her suspiciously when she mentioned being
blackmailed for booze and tobacco.

   Before replying, he stepped away slightly to prevent appearing
threatening and said, "Oh tu pauve femme nous devous vous aider!"/"Oh you
poor woman, we must help you."

   "But we must do it thru Dr.Wright." He said firmly.  She nodded her head
meekly in agreement.

   Dr.  Moreau leaned into Wright's office, "Dr.  Wright let's grab the
truck and go down to visit Ambulatory." She said with a slight smile.

   Wright was given a bold look up her dress at her full thighs as he held
the door for her to be seated.  They pulled from the parking lot with Dr.
Moreau seated in the passenger seat as he drove the short distance.

   Moreau sat almost playfully with her left leg upon the seat tucked under
her behind.  This gave Wright an unobstructed view of her pantie crotch. 
Several damp silky hairs were exposed out the elastic edges of her
underwear.

   He looked at them each time he glanced at her while making small talk on
the short drive to Ambulatory.

   "I'm very satisfied with how the Defense Attaché's visit went.  You did
a wonderful job Neil." She said as she reached over and rubbed his right
leg.

   "If only we could get this code situation behind us." She added,
shifting slightly on her seat.  Dr.  Moreau wore a virtually transparent
belted red and white polka dotted sleeveless dress.  The deep V of the
cleavage hid her ripe breast, but enticed even more while the tightly
cinched belt emphasized her lush womanly hips.

   About half a mile from the clinic, Moreau took his right hand from the
gear shift knob and deftly pulled it under her dress, pressing it against
her warm crotch.

   Wright didn't hesitate.  He wormed his index finger into her moist silky
cunt hole.

   Moreau shifted further on the seat and using her right hand, pulled her
red panties to the side bringing her fleshy pussy fully into view.

   The Chief of Staff fed another finger into her juicy trench as his dick
began to harden.  "Smssk, schlk, schlk." His firm digits sounded as he
stroked them up into Moreau's pussy.

   "Oh yes Neil, ---just like thattt." "Get it good and wet." She groaned
out as he drove on toward the clinic.

   She pulled his fingers and playfully pushed them toward his mouth, where
he eagerly sucked them inside.  Moreau shivered slightly at the sexy
display by her Chief of Staff.  As they pulled into Ambulatory Clinic. 
"Don't worry, we'll play more later."

   Nearly finished packing, Cmdr Laurent sat the dining table in the guest
hut.  Her enlisted aide had the encrypted Iridium 675 satellite phone
powered up and ready.

   Laurent gave her mission situation report to the Chief of Mission, U.S.
Embassy Angola and the COMNAVFORSWA J-3 aboard the U.S.S.  Guadalcanal
Assault ship.  The ship was the immediate reinforcing muscle for U.S. 
interest in West Africa and was off shore of Angola.  "Capt I really need
to get to Cabinda and get wheels rolling to kick the logistics mission in
the ass over here in Congo.  Any airlift can yank me out of Pointe Noire
this evening or tonight?"

   "How many pax need lift?" The J-3 replied.

   "Me plus two." Laurent said without hesitation.  Intending for her
Angolan Driver/Guard to drive back to Cabinda alone.

   "Lucky day...Cmdr.  Got a Super Sea Stallion doing a night training
local.  Brushfire 66 can lift you from Pointe Noire at 1700, get you at
Cabinda an hour later." "Inflight refuel promises to be bumpy."

   "We'll take it.  Thanks sir." Laurent answered affirmatively.

   Dr.  Moreau was in the exam area helping Girard and a nurse attend to an
ailing farmer.

   Wright and Roux strolled outside the clinic tents where Claire Girard
was the immediate topic.  As soon as Roux explained Girard's plea for help
because she was being black mailed for alcohol and tobacco.

   Wright thrilled immediately...this was manna from heaven.  To have a
noteworthy infraction, like black marketing over the obvious horny female
would allow him to ensnare the pretty young doctor as his sexual prey.

   "Dr Roux tell her to come by my hut this evening around 6:00 pm where
the three of us will discuss the matter." Only if she asks, however tell
her you are there to make sure there's no language barrier."

   Roux nodded eagerly as they walk off toward the front entrance of the
clinic.

   "Thank goodness they got breather at the clinic," Moreau said as they
drove away from the clinic.  The last emergency caste was a messy one from
a truck crash.  "Drive down to the helipad there should be no one there at
this time of day." She added.

   Wright parked the truck behind a little maintenance shed where fire
extinguishers and other maintenance equipment was stored in between
helicopter missions into the station.

   As they got out he pulled her against him and gave her a warm, open
kiss, putting his tongue to good use.  She felt his dick fatten and go
tense against her belly.  "We don't have time ...  do we?" he asked.  "You
have your rounds to make."

   "Well take time," she said, and hustled him through the doorway of the
shed.  She got him in there, and the door shut.  She reached under her
dress and started pulling her panties down.

   Wright pulled Moreau's panties the rest of the way down, kneeling in
front of her to remove them from her feet.  He lifted her dress and stuck
his head under it.

   "Ooh!" she exclaimed when his mouth smacked against her warm cunt.  His
tongue plowed into her wiggly, slick flesh while her pussy hair tickled the
corners of his mouth and his nose.  The bristly brush of his unshaved face
stimulated her fat pebbly clit.  He flicked his tongue against the tip of
her tingly girl-cock.

   "Uuuuh ...  ooooh ...  I've got to ...  lie down!" she panted, wavering
on shaky legs.  He saw a worn plastic half couch, probably used by
maintenance crews to nap on.  He withdrew from under her dress and guided
her to the couch.  He unbuckled the belt to her dress and slid it from her
shoulders.

   "Ooooh, that's cold!" she said, squirming.  "I'll warm you up," Wright
replied, and knelt beside the couch on the floor.  He began by licking
Moreau's firm, shapely thighs.  His tongue swabbed across her outer thighs
and glided underneath them.  He licked along the curves of her ass cheeks.

   "Ooooh, doctor ...  I" she breathed.

   "Call me Neil," he murmured against one of her soft inner thighs, then
boosted her near thigh over his head and rested it on his shoulder.  He
bent to her unfurled pussy and licked its soft, warm folds of flesh while
breathing in her musky-sweet scent and enjoying her tasty trench.  Mentally
he swore he could taste the lingering bitterness of her piss.

   "What a delicious cunt!" he said, his lips tickling her as they moved.
"I like it better than filet mignon."

   "I'd like a ...  cock," Dr.  Moreau said with surprising boldness.  "In
your mouth?" Wright asked, lifting his head.

   "First," she replied.  "Then in my pussy."

   Wright bent once more between her warm thighs to give her cunt a last
swirling caress with his penetrating tongue, then stood and lowered his
trousers and shorts.  His dick sprang out to stand quivering in turgid
fullness, seven strong inches.

   Moreau reached and grasped the sturdy shaft, her cool fingers curling
around it to grip tightly.  She pulled the man closer to her face.  He
planted one knee against the edge of the couch and spread his crotch above
her face, supporting himself on the back of the sofa.

   He bore down and into her wet mouth with twisty, gliding strokes as her
lips worked lovingly on his rod.  Her head rose and fell rhythmically
against his face-fucking motions.  Her lips clasped him warmly as they
skidded up and down his greased pole.  Her tongue cradled his throbbing
glans, which he pushed deeper into her mouth with every thrust until
finally he was fucking her throat as well.  " "Gak, Smspllsm, glagghn,
glagghn."

   Her auburn haired pussy sizzled all the while, drooling warm juice down
between her plump buttocks.  She writhed, causing her aroused cunt lips to
rub against one another.

   Finally Wright pulled his wet cock out of her mouth, and it swung
twitchingly above her face, dangling a two inch string of saliva.

   "Fuck me, Neil!" she said, her eyes wet and dreamy.

   He climbed on top of her, but held his hips back while he unhooked and
removed her brassiere.  He rubbed her rounded, lush breasts, whose tips
bristled.  He caught her nipples between his fingers and thumbs and rolled
them, pinching hard enough to make her bite her lip sexily.

   Grasping his dick, he -lined it up with the fleshy gash between her
thighs.  He nosed his bare cockhead into her wealth of softness, finding
her as wet as any woman he had entered-but snug, at the same time, as he
slowly slipped his tool all the way into her.

   "Aller de l'avant et me etirer o shit je en ai besoin./Go ahead and
stretch me!" she said.  "Fuck meee!  Ooh shit, I NEEEED IT!" She babbled in
French.

   The Brit doctor began to stroke his dick in and out of her clasping love
tunnel, rippling its walls with his gristly, wide ridge.  Simone could feel
his veins as well, backed by the bone-like hardness of his column.

   It was nearly 5:00pm and Claire mingled briefly with her hut mate,
Griffin who was packing for her trip to Cabinda Zone.

   "How long will you be in Angola Karen?" Girard asked cheerfully after
returning from her shower.

   The shapely Griffin was bent over her foot locker hurriedly pulling
garments to stuff in her bag.  "Not certain but initially 10 days, I'm
afraid." Karen replied.  "Please help yourself to any of my things and
ration card while I'm gone." The two women hugged good naturedly as Karen
hustled outside where Cmdr Laurent's driver and vehicle waited.

   Girard walked to the doors and made sure they were latched, as she drew
her robe around her body securely deciding sit and think on how she would
respond to Dr.  Wright's inquiry.  She glanced at her watch seeing that she
had less than an hour before the meeting.

   Girard removed her robe and lounged on across her cot.  Her pulse had
quickened and she felt a flurry of nervous anticipation about Wright's
help. She had to relax, the only thing that enabled her to do so was a
quick sexual release.

   Girard lay back propped against two pillows.  She'd gotten her smooth
dildo from the night stand and its velour storage bag.  She deftly licked
the first three inches of the gode, closed her eyes and began to ease it
into her silky cunt.

   If it were not for the pending meeting with Wright she would not be this
antsy after the vigorous lay applied to her by Makanga and Jomo just 48
hours ago.  Girard switched the vibrator on getting an extra jolt to her
cunt as she stropped the toy inside her pussy.

   Claire had the dildo on middle speed vibration in her right hand as she
cranked her thighs wide and agitated her clit mercilessly.  "Aww, oooh
that's the spot!" she moaned out as frothy white woman sap oozed from her
cunt.

   At 1715 a heavy growling hum could be heard coming from the west and off
the coast as Santos sat on his balcony at the Eye Patch sipping beer.  The
noise made him run for his binoculars.  When he got back he could see the
Sea Stallion helicopter barreling toward the Aid Station.

   Karen was surprised when the Angolan Driver picked up Cmdr Laurent and
aide but rather than turn toward the Main Gate, they headed to the helipad.

   Laurent had practiced good operational security and did not disclose to
Griffin or any MSD staff how she was leaving Pointe Noire.

   Karen was even more surprised when the beastly Sea Stallion touched down
in a whirl of dust and noise.

   Brushfire 66 left at around 1725 with its 3 additional passengers and
sped off shore for an aerial refueling.  Santos was able to record the tail
code and black number from the huge dark san colored chopper as flew off
shore.

   Wright's Hut Dr Girard arrived shortly after 6:00pm her wavy hair was
neatly combed and the little floral print dress she wore made her look like
a young school teacher from a Paris suburb rather than a humanitarian
serving in the African Bush.

   She was surprised to see Roux present dressed in a tennis outfit. 
Wright saw the surprise on her face.  "Dr.  Girard, I've asked Dr.  Roux to
join us to insure there is no language difficulty."

   "Thank you Dr.  Wright, I appreciate your help." She said meekly.

   Wright offered her refreshments which she declined, while getting a beer
for himself and Roux.  He explained what he knew of the problem courtesy of
Dr.  Roux.  Then he threw a probe, "Is there anything more you wish to add
to my understanding of your problem?"

   The very way he stated the question made her breathing increase.  "No
sir, not at all.  She said with her eyes downcast.

   "So I take it you have provided duty free goods to these Congolese men?"
He asked sternly.

   "Ye...s, yesss...sir." Was her peevish reply.

   Increasing the volume in his voice, Wright became tyrannical in his
response to his subordinate.  "You realize, Dr.  Girard this violates
clauses in your contract with MSD?" He asked staring intently at the now
apprehensive doctor.  "This must be reported to Congolese Customs and
military officials."

   "But I'm sorry.  I won't do it again...please.  I promise!" she bleated
out.

   Roux stood up from his chair and walked to the small kitchen area and
got another beer as Girard crossed her legs nervously, before asking Roux
in French for a beer as well.

   Wright smiled evenly and continued berating her.  "We must also inform
Brazzaville, they have final say as to whether your contract terminates and
you get sent home."

   Claire almost defied physics and melted into the worn sofa she sat on.
She took the beer from Roux and exchanged miserably shy glances with both
men.  There was a deathly silence.

   She finally spoke in French to Roux.  She asked if there was any favor
she could provide both senior doctors to prevent them from reporting her
discretions and ruining all she had worked so hard to achieve.

   She pleaded in English to Wright, "If you prefer sir, I could return
later and discuss this in private." She said her eyes lowered, then swept
up to gaze at Roux.  Leaving no doubt as to what she was consenting to.

   Both male doctors felt their dicks grow turgid with lust.  Wright spoke
for them both.  "I expect every doctor here at MSD to maintain
confidentiality when needed." Desiring to humiliate her he asked, "What are
you proposing?"

   Girard's heart was hammering in her chest as she chose her words
carefully "If I were to visit you both in private periodically to discuss
my performance and take remedial instructions from you, my superiors as
punishment in fulfilling my MSD obligations to our Congo Mission.  Perhaps,
you could see a way for me to avoid being dismissed in humiliation and
returned to France.

   Roux was going to say something...but Wright raised his hand in gesture
indicating--"No let her finish." Girard's statement and the situation
combined to induce fear, humiliation and excited anticipation of the wanton
sexual favors she implied made her sweat.  She squeezed her thighs together
defensively as she saw Wright's slacks tent comically with his now firm
erection.  She closed by saying, "I'll be an obedient staff member."

   It was if the mix of heated sex and abuse by Jomo and Makanga had
unleashed a masochistic side to her which had been previously repressed.

   Wright looked at her intensely and said, "Why not let's start with an
old fashioned British spanking for now...?" TO BE CONTINUED.