Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Author: Count of Montserrat Title: Doctors in the shadows Keywords/Story Codes: FFF/M/ M+F/M, WS, Lt Bondage, F+M, Intl Affairs, Slow, Mild Scat This is an original work of adult fiction based on my interest as stated in my Asstr.Org profile. Doctors in the Shadows Pamela "Dani" Grimes the former economics professor from St. Louis Missouri was sweltering in her hut office. The voluptuous 35 year old Peace Corps Officer's khaki clothing to her lush 5 foot 7 inch frame as she worked at her desk in the stifling heat under a lazy turning ceiling fan. In the hot spring of French Africa in 1978 a meager aid mission of allied military, civilian doctors, and Non-Government Organizations struggled to help the peoples of the Republic of Congo and nearby Angola in the mist of hunger, war and deprivation. Dani as she was called at Point Noire aid station was dealing with outrageous deadlines, to get budget figures to U.S. Diplomats at the embassy in Brazzaville and manage food aid for displaced persons. Poorly equipped, poorly staffed and stressed Grimes worked alongside an attractive Chief Doctor, Dr. Simone Moreau, a French doctor who ran Medicins Sans Drapeau, MSD (Doctors without Flags). Neither, Dani or Dr. Moreau enjoyed working with the overly aggressive U.S. Defense Attaché, Navy Commander Beverly `Bev' Laurent based in Cabinda, Angola but worked from the embassies in Brazzaville and Luanda, Angola. Rumors held by most at Pointe Noire placed Laurent as a sadistic confirmed lesbian only concerned with hiding her orientation and advancing her career. Grimes had no proof of these rumors. Dani anxiously awaited the arrival of the French chopper from Brazzaville today. The chopper came twice a week if they were lucky. It was really needed this week. Hopefully the cargo included new communications codes, radio spare parts and new staff for MSD and others. Dr. Moreau scrambled to finish her agenda notes for the scheduled 2:30 pm meeting where she hoped to introduce her new deputy a Dr. Neil Wright of the United Kingdom who had been stuck for 5 days in Brazzaville waiting on transport to Pointe Noire. Dani's food convoys could not run the dangerous route up to Loubono-Kayes without commo codes and radio parts. The 100 mile trip was dangerous due to Rightist rebels from Congo and Marxist from neighboring Angola all who preyed on the vital supplies going to displaced persons camps at Loubono. The convoys only had Congolese infantry troops led by Capt Moise Opango for security and an occasional air cover from French garrison at Djambala 300 miles away. Many things were changing across Equatorial Africa in 1978. Cold war struggles, independence for former colonies, transition to majority black rule and poor governance everywhere made worst by weak allied resolve. Try as they may the Western Allies could only put out so many brush fires. This Thursday the French Army Puma chopper enroute and on time for once was fully loaded. A three man crew, 16 passengers and a cargo pallet. Piloted by Lt. Luc Fournier. The human cargo included badly needed new staff rotating in prior to rainy season. Most doctors and NGO only did six month stints in Congo. French volunteer doctor, Claire Girard, a Gastro Internist glanced about the chopper nervously. She had never been in a military helicopter. Her juicy breasts jostled saucily in her sweat soaked beige linen shirt clearly showing her pink bra straining to contain her grapefruit sized tits. The heavily loaded Puma strained to gain lift leaving Brazzaville in the heavy humid tropical air. Karen Griffin, a lovely red-haired and green eyed Welsh woman, 30 year old Political-Economics officer who worked for the UK Foreign Ministry but was under cover for MI6 in Congo for the gathering of intelligence. Dr. Wright tried to concentrate on the country files in his binder as he read to pass the time at 5000 feet as they flew southwest to Pointe Noire. But his eyes were continuously drawn to the lush figures of Girard and Griffin. Also in his binder was a small dossier on his new boss Simone Moreau. The glossy picture showed her lovely face and full womanly figure. He could not wait to try and impress her. The average built 40 year old physician loved full figured women. Defense Attaché Compound Gabinda, Angola Commander Laurent sat listening on her speaker phone to the daily situation report from Luanda. Her boss the U.S. Chief of Mission was telling her how bad the convoy statistics looked in Congo. She was being directed to get over to Pointe Noire and light a fire under the aid mission. Bev Laurent did not care one way or the other about displaced camps for natives in Africa but she cared about making Captain. The ardent lesbian knew if she made Captain the next posting for her would be a prestigious one, maybe even Annapolis where she could feast on the juicy young female midshipmen that had just been allowed there in the last two years. "Chief, we need to pack." "We leave for Congo tomorrow." She yelled out to her enlisted counterpart. "We'll be gone about a week." Pointe Noire Aid Station The Puma landed smoothly at the helipad and Fournier's crew chief/gunner rushed to get passenger and cargo unloaded. The crew chief handed a waxpaper wrapped manila envelope marked "FOUO" to the unsuspecting Dr. Girard who shoved it into her olive green messenger bag she carried on her left shoulder. Congolese laborers stood near a truck ready to load the cargo pallet. While the passengers were pointed to a couple of 12 passenger Vans to drive the new arrivals to hut area. The van drivers were from Capt Opango's infantry company. The trusted Corporal Dibou Youla and PFC Jonas Makanga. Both men were fit and capable soldiers in their late 20s and had fought in the bush for several years. Doctors Wright and Girard both entered the trail van driven by PFC Jonas Makanga. Youla disciplined guy that he was, waited for the second van to get its passengers and their gear loaded before pulling off. After hearing the Puma was arriving on time. Dani decided to take a mid-day shower to freshen up before the joint staff meeting with Dr. Moreau. Stepping into the shower tent Dani immediately relaxed. The tent which had a young Congolese housewife of one of the many station laborers as an attendant to hand out soap and towels and give some sense of security to women while showering. Dani hated the "Navy Shower" she was forced to take, but rules stated she need to turn water on, get wet, turn water off, then soap and lather, turn water back on and briefly rinse due to the shortage of clean water supplied by the military. Though medium tall and plump with full fat tits the size of cantaloupes she had excellent curves. She was half way through her six month stay at Pointe Noire and although straight with some bisexual curiosity from her college career she'd had no intimacy sense coming to this station. A couple of European doctors subordinate to her had tried to flirt with her, she kept her distance, and it was handsome Capt Opango who made her heart skip. She had briefly dated a black American on the faculty back in St Louis but they had never gone all the way. She spread her lush thighs as she rinsed closing her eyes and letting water trickle through her pussy lips. Since coming to Africa she had begun to keep her pubic area well-trimmed for comfort and hygiene. The lukewarm shower was very refreshing. Stepping from the shower and moving to the drying areas where her fresh clothing lay folded, she called out for the attendant to bring her a towel as she turned her back to the attendant's station. Evaporating water streamed down her lovely curves and her nipples hardened in the still air. She heard footsteps approaching but did not register that they were heavier, and shod in jungle boots rather than the sandals of the female shower attendant. It was Capt Opango. The Capt had observed the white woman enter the shower and approached the young military housewife of one of his men and instructed her to take a break. He stepped forward holding open a big drab green towel for the blonde woman. His muscular arms glistened with sweat as he draped it around Dani's body where she stood. The blonde offered a polite, "Melesi Mingi" "Thank you very much". "No thank you" the Capt answered in French knowing the white woman spoke French, English and a little Lingala the local Congo dialect. Dani Grimes nearly jumped through the drying stall when she heard the Capt's mellifluous voice. She blushed and shivered like a teenager realizing she was standing before him with nothing but a thin towel covering her. Drops of waters clung to her creamy dungs. She stepped away from the short wall of her stall, admonishing him. "Capt you should not be here. Please leave, it's not decent." Simone Moreau stood near what passed for a vanity table in her private wooden hut adjoining her office. Her beautiful light olive skin; her full breasts and thighs; her wide hips and round, heavy buttocks. She had a light moustache (which she bleached) and were it not for shaving, her calves would be fairly hairy. She had hair under her arms. All in all, this head doctor was the type of dark-haired Jewish French female with a lot of testosterone and a high sex drive. Dr. Moreau dressed very informally due to the oppressive tropical heat, preferring to wear beige linen blouses and a light khaki cotton wrap-around skirt. She would occasionally wear a white lab coat when made clinical rounds. She was sweating, and not only under her arms, because her office was hot and due to the stress. She spoke, English, French and Congolese and she'd overheard both her own male staff making lewd remarks about her. As she prepared for her staff meeting she felt more than ever the need to piss. Her bladder felt as big as a baseball now. She headed off to the staff female latrines. Opango waited until Dani had the towel securely fastened around her and then he retreated a step or two signaling he would not try to block her from leaving the drying stall. The woman stepped to the stall opening and peeped around it looking for the female attendant and smiling shyly. Opango stepped forward grasped her by her shoulders and kissed her powerfully on the lips. Dani closed her eyes hoping the kiss would continue when she felt him release her shoulders and retreat out the shower hut. Dani Grimes dressed silently and returned to prepare for the staff meeting. Dr. Girard was a bundle of nerves from the entire experience since arriving in Brazzaville. The 27 year old internist was seated in the rear most seat of the van and had carelessly laid her messenger bag on its side. The bouncy ride on the rutted clay roads felt like her saucy behind was being spanked on the short 10 minute trip. On hitting one particular jolting pot hole, the waxpaper envelope fell from Girard's bag and skidded to the rear corner of the van's floor out of sight. The driver pulled away ready to return the van to the MSD motor pool for turn in. Dr. Girard and the other exhausted new staff headed to the offices and huts to get settled.