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 Behind Enemy Lines

   Copyright (c) 2008 by deGaffer
CONTENT: oral MF ScFi

   Chapter 6: Between Assignments

   Budzinski and Miller had requested and were granted shore leave on
Earth. It had been a long time since Budzinski had last set foot on the
planet of his birth and Miller had him thinking of past wars and the
lessons that could be learned from them.  The orders that assigned him to
extraction duty left him feeling old and useless.  Maybe he could get some
advice from a couple of guys that were even older than he was.

   Budzinski had arranged for Sgt.  Carson to escort the pregnant Elizabeth
to Demeter.  The fiery redhead was ecstatic to be carrying Budzinski's
baby. She could expect to remain in Budzinski's pod with his other
concubines until after the baby was born.

   Miller had accompanied Budzinski to San Antonio, but she remained in
their hotel at his request.  Budzinski had an errand to run and wanted to
do it alone.  Budzinski stepped up to the receptionist at the Audie L. 
Murphy Heath Care Home.  The little brunette blinked at Budzinski's sheer
size, "May I help you?"

   Budzinski gave the woman a friendly smile, "Good afternoon, I called
earlier asking if it'd be possible for me to visit Master Sergeants
Reginald Cox and Walter Emerson.  I'm Sergeant Raymond Budzinski." When the
brunette remained frozen in place Budzinski followed with, "Hello?"

   The lights came on in the big brown eyes, "Oh, I'm sorry." She looked
down and retrieved the note that she had been given before lunch.  "Yes, I
believe they're waiting for you in the third floor visitor's lounge." She
rolled back from her desk and shouted, "Anita, can you cover the desk for
me, please?" The petite twenty-two year old stood and stepped around her
desk.  She was short enough to walk under Budzinski's outstretched arms,
but was a solidly built hourglass in a brief halter and skirt.  "Let me
show you the way," she offered as she headed across the lobby.

   Budzinski was ready to follow those swaying hips anywhere.  He was only
distracted from her hips by the crinkled nipples perched on a pair of firm
D-cup globes that were pointing the way down the hall and trying to poke
through the thin material of her top.  The narrow strips of cloth that
formed the bulk of the halter top exposed most of the bouncing breasts and
barely kept her nipples from escaping into the open.  He had been fucked
silly no more than four hours ago, but was feeling serious wood taking up
too much space in his boxers as he followed the brunette's jiggling butt to
the elevators.  The sound of her flip-flops slapping against her delicate
heels was echoing in Budzinski's brain as well as in the polished hall.

   In the elevator Budzinski tore his eyes away from the ample cleavage
displayed by the skimpy top.  He managed to focus on her face as he asked,
"I didn't catch your name, miss?"

   She flashed her brown eyes and white teeth.  "It's Teri, Teri Eveready."

   "Well, Miss Eveready," Budzinski asked, "Do you normally escort stray
soldiers through the hospital?"

   The blush was clearly visible beneath the deep tan on her cheeks and her
tits, "I wouldn't consider you a stray, and Sergeant Cox is kind of special
to us."

   'Yes, he would be considering how he was wounded.' Budzinski thought to
himself as he remembered that Cox had lost both of his hands and his
eyesight when he picked up a crying baby.  While both of the men he had
come to visit were unsung legends, none was more so than Cox.

   Had it not been for the obvious wounds, Budzinski would not have
recognized the two mentors from his youth.  The wrinkled and white-haired
men were being fawned over by a brace of buxom redheads.

   The man in the wheelchair looked up as the pair entered the room,
"Budzinski!  You're looking old, kid." Budzinski shook hands with the
eighty-six year old Emerson, who had lost both legs when a mortar round had
joined him in a foxhole.  He also didn't hesitate to take the hook at the
end of Cox's right arm.

   "Man!" Budzinski exclaimed, "You guys have really become a pair of old
farts!  How do you rate all of this female attention?"

   Cox sighed, "They just want us for our bodies."

   All three women giggled and the redhead nearest Cox said, "You're just a
dirty old man!"

   Cox shook his head and appeared to be very sad, "No, but I'd sure like
to be.  So, what've you been up to, kid?"

   Budzinski laughed, "No one's called me kid in ... Well, let's just say
that no one calls me 'kid' any longer."

   The three men sat around drinking coffee and remembered 'the good old
days' while being waited on hand and foot by the three lovely ladies.  Teri
hadn't returned to her desk after delivering Budzinski.

   Cox turned his sightless eyes toward Budzinski.  "As much as I like to
think so, you didn't just come here to shoot the shit with a couple of
cripples.  What's on your mind, Private?"

   Budzinski laughed, "That's another moniker that I haven't heard in
decades.  All right, to the point then: there is nothing about tunnel
warfare that you two clowns can't write a book about.  I want you two to
teach my boys how to fight in confined spaces.  I lost eight good men and
an outstanding lieutenant due to ignorance."

   "Christ, we're pushing ninety, Budzinski.  What the hell can a couple of
old has-beens do?" There was a lot of regret and sadness in Emerson's eyes
and voice.

   "More than you can imagine," Budzinski replied.  "It seems that neither
of you have applied for a Capacity-Aptitude-Potential identification card.
Didn't you know that it's mandatory to have one?"

   Cox laughed, "Things stopped being mandatory for me long before people
stopped calling you 'kid', Budzinski!"

   "I'll bet these three lovely ladies have CAP cards hidden somewhere in
their skimpy outfits, don't you ladies?" Budzinski glanced up at the trio
and smiled as they nodded and touched various hidden pockets.  He glanced
at the clock.  "Will you ladies be kind enough to help me escort these two
to the side entrance?  There should be a car waiting for us by the time we
get down there.  You two scofflaws have an appointment to become
law-abiding citizens, and a destiny to fulfill."

   "Where are you taking us?" Cox demanded as Emerson looked up pensively
when Budzinski stood.

   There was no question in Teri's mind that Budzinski was a Confederacy
Marine who was there to help as well as be helped.  She turned to the blind
man and with a smile big enough to be heard in her voice told him, "Just
shut up and do as you're told, Sergeant.  You don't have to be a
pain-in-the-ass all of the time!"

   When the trio of veterans returned three hours later, Cox had an ID with
7.3 in bold numbers.  The one in Emerson's pocket displayed 6.9 with some
interestingly high nurturing and sexual response sub-scores.

   Budzinski had gone to the hotel while the duo was being tested and had
given Miller the details about his mysterious errand and what he was
planning next.  She didn't have any questions.  She had just kissed him and
headed to the Confederacy Consulate's office to get the equipment that
Budzinski had requested.  While she was there she contacted and made
arrangements with the Asimov.  It had just entered orbit, but was not
expecting to board Budzinski and Miller for another three days.

   Teri and the two redheads came out the health care home and approached
the van breathless from their quick trip across the facility.  Their
lookout had had them paged and told them that Reggie and Walt were back.

   "How did you do?" The taller of the two redheads, Wendy Scott, asked as
she steadied the wheelchair in the lift that was sticking out of the van's
sliding door.

   A tired and truculent Emerson groused, "None of your damned business!"

   The other redhead, Sandra Collins, smacked him on the shoulder.  "Don't
be such a grump!"

   Teri and Sandra were on the steps waiting for Wendy to push Emerson's
wheelchair up the switchback ramp.  Teri grabbed Budzinski's arm and leaned
in close enough for him to feel the heat radiating from her left breast and
told him in an even tone, "You're going to take them away from here, aren't
you?" It wasn't really a question.

   Budzinski looked into the warm brown eyes and thought, 'You're not as
dumb as you look.' He answered her question with a shrug, "That's up to
them.  Would you be interested in tagging along and helping me?"

   Teri's heart leapt into her throat.  She couldn't speak, but nodded
enthusiastically and looked questioningly at the two redheads.

   Budzinski tilted his head and shrugged again, "If you trust them, have
them meet us in the cafeteria for dinner." He cautioned her, "If there's a
crowd, then nothing happens."

   Teri found her voice.  "I understand," she told him before crushing her
soft breasts into his chest and kissing him full on the mouth.  When she
looked up she was staring into the frowning gray eyes of an unusually large
brunette who had appeared from behind the rear door of the van.  A heavy
backpack pulled the brunette's shoulders back causing an impossible pair of
tits to thrust out high and proud.

   Budzinski followed the open-mouthed gaze and laughed, "This is Corporal
Cynthia Miller who will be orchestrating my surprise later this evening. 
Miller, this is my guide, Teri Eveready."

   Miller extended her hand, "I'm sure she is, too." The two women laughed
as they shook hands.  Teri's face and chest again had a pink undertone.

   The group had made their way from the lounge to the cafeteria when the
evening meal was being served to the staff, visitors, and ambulatory
residents.  Miller put down her heavy pack inside the door and checked her
PDA.

   Budzinski wheeled Emerson up to a table and suggested, "Let's sit here
for a minute and let the crowd in the serving line clear out a little."
There were no more than a dozen people in the whole room.  Teri looked
puzzled as Budzinski checked with Miller.  She indicated that there were
four more potential volunteers in the room in addition to Cox and Emerson.
"Teri, I saw a group of candy-stripers step into a lounge on the way here.
Would you be a dear and ask them to join us?"

   Teri was less confused as she sprinted for the door and disappeared up
the hall with her butt and boobs bouncing enticingly.  A few more
orderlies, both male and female, entered with patients while Teri was gone.
She was back in two minutes leading a group of six teenagers, three nurses
and the only female doctor on duty that evening.

   Miller signaled Budzinski that there was a volunteer in the group of
women.  Budzinski signaled her to secure the room.

   Miller closed the door and triggered the small shield generator that
blocked both doors leading into the hall.  She then crossed to the kitchen
access and shouted, "Would everyone please secure the stoves and then step
into the serving area?  Thank you for cooperating." She pushed a button on
her PDA that signaled the drone overhead to isolate the cafeteria with an
interdiction field.

   Budzinski didn't need his amplifier in the modest dining area, "Ladies
and gentlemen, if I may have your attention for a few minutes I believe I
can conduct my business before your meals get cold.  My name is Master
Gunnery Sergeant Raymond Budzinski.  My colleague and I are here to extract
a few of you for service in the Confederacy Space Marines, or one of the
wimpy branches that help us out from time-to-time."

   "Budzinski, you asshole!" Emerson shouted from his wheelchair.  "I told
you already, we're too old to be of any use to anyone!"

   Budzinski sighed, "You're probably right, let's see shall we?" He turned
to Teri, "Be a dear and ditch the lovely outfit." Teri smiled as the skirt
hit the floor around her ankles.  She was reaching for the fastener that
held her halter together when Budzinski look back at her.  "Damn, that was
fast." He looked at Emerson, "If the plump young pussy below that little
patch of brown fur can't make you hard, then all that's left is for someone
to throw dirt in your face because you're already dead."

   "A potential volunteer only needs two things before the AI will let them
onto the ship." Budzinski paused before telling Emerson and everyone else
the room.  "You have to have a CAP ID with a minimum score of
six-point-five, and you must be able to create offspring."

   Budzinski looked at Sandra and Wendy, "If one of you ladies can manage
to suck a load out of Emerson, I'm certain he would consider bringing you
along." Turning to Teri he added, "I believe that my young assistant would
like first dibs on Sergeant Cox, though."

   Sandra and Wendy had Emerson out of his pants in short order.  As fast
as they were, Teri was already on her knees and pulling Cox's limp noodle
from his fly.

   Cox started to protest, "What if we don't ... oh!  Oh, Shit!  Who is
that?  Damn!" His noodle wasn't limp for long.

   By now all but one of the candy-stripers was naked.  The last one stood
toward the back of the group wearing only a pink bra and matching panties.
She was timidly working on the bra fastening between her pert young breasts
trying to decide just how far she was willing to let this go.

   Budzinski spoke to the room at large as he walked toward the group that
Teri had escorted from the lounge.  "There are five more candidates in the
room.  If you would be so kind as to raise your hands, Corporal Miller will
answer your questions as you select your travelling companions."

   Budzinski was only mildly distracted by the display of young female
bodies as he approached the group.  Only one of them had made no effort to
remove any of her clothing.  Giving her his friendliest smile Budzinski
asked, "May I please see your CAP ID, Major?"

   Major Rita Fredericks, M.D.  smiled as she pulled a credit card sized
piece of plastic out of her brassiere and sensuously placed it into
Budzinski's outstretched hand.  Had it not been so cool in the room, sweat
would have broken out on the tough man's lip as the busty blonde almost
hypnotized him with her pale blue eyes.

   He was shocked when he was able to focus his eyes on the card.  "Very
impressive, Doctor Fredericks, it's not often that medical people score an
eight-point-three.  Too much empathy, I believe." Budzinski couldn't
resist. He dropped his reader onto Maj.  Fredericks' card.  He was not
surprised to see that she was a very aggressive bisexual dominatrix.  He
was a bit concerned about a footnote indicating she was not squeamish about
violence or death.

   She answered Budzinski's puzzled expression, "Combat medic before the
Army sent me back to school to become a doctor."

   "I don't think you'll have trouble finding six candidates willing to
follow you anywhere, Major.  But it may take you longer than I had planned
to be here."

   She immediately turned and asked two of the nurses and two of the naked
candy-stripers "I know that you'll fuck me, but will the four of you fuck
each other and anyone else I tell you to fuck, including men?" When the
four naked women nodded she added, "Let's test that, shall we?" She
signaled for them to follow her across the room.

   "Then again, maybe it won't take her all that long," Budzinski mumbled.
He took the girl wearing a pair of pink panties by her right hand.  She had
discarded her bra and was holding her left arm across her small, naked
breasts.  "Come with me, dear." Looking up he told the others, "You four
might want to tag along as well."

   Teri and Wendy had each proudly displayed the mouthful of cum that they
had extracted from Cox and Emerson respectively.

   When Budzinski asked, "You haven't killed them, have you ladies?" The
giggling duo checked their patient's pulse ... by gripping their dicks, and
smiled at Budzinski shaking their heads to indicate that their 'patients'
weren't dead.  The pair continued to grin and giggle as they made a
theatrical production of swallowing their loads.  Budzinski pulled a chair
over and sat the panty clad girl down and put her hand on Cox's shoulder,
"Cox, I've got a pretty little virgin here wearing the cutest pink panties
I've ever seen.  Talk to her for a minute while I mingle."

   To her credit, the girl didn't recoil from the white haired old man with
mechanical hooks instead of hands.  "Hi, my name is Patty Lewis.  I've seen
you here before, but I've never spoken with you.  I don't know why the big
Polack told you I was a virgin.  I never told anyone that I haven't ...B!"

   Cox busted out laughing, "I wouldn't have the balls to call him that to
his face!  Girly, I love your style!  Are you big enough to take him on, or
pretty enough to feel immune?"

   Patty giggled before answering with, "Neither, my mother is Polish and
constantly teases me with Polish jokes.  She' a trip when she gets on a
roll.  Have you heard the one about ...?"

   An angry looking woman had caught Budzinski's attention and he wandered
over to the steam tables.  The woman, who was clearly the cook, stood with
her arms crossed holding a big metal spoon like it was a club.  She was a
rotund black woman from her short kinky hair down past her immense tits,
belly, and ass to her wide, flat feet.  She was so overweight that she even
had flabby knees!

   But Budzinski had caught a look in her sharp, eagle eyes.  This woman
didn't miss much.  "I'll bet you know your way around more than just the
kitchen." Budzinski hazarded before asking her, "May I see your CAP card,
please?"

   She threatened him with her spoon, "Don't fuck with me pretty boy.  I'll
knock you into next week!"

   Budzinski laughed and checked over his shoulder to be sure Miller wasn't
about to drop his antagonist with her stinger.  "I'm sure that's no idle
threat, and I assure you that I'm quite serious.  May I see your card,
please?" He cautiously held out his hand.

   The card appeared in her left hand from somewhere under her apron.  She
cautiously passed it to Budzinski.

   When Budzinski looked up and shouted, "Jemima Brown!" He held up his
hand to stave off the lethal spoon and managed to stop laughing long enough
to say, "I hope you killed you parents for giving you such a name.  No
wonder you're skeptical and grouchy.  I thought it might be because you
didn't get enough company in your bedroom."

   Jemima lowered her spoon, "Nobody's interested in a fat old cow like
me."

   Now, dumb people don't get a 6.3 score.  Jemima was smart.  She had an
intense interest in sex, but not much experience.  She was protective of
her friends and family, and she was an ace with children of all ages.  But,
she was skeptical to the very edge of paranoia.

   Budzinski looked her in the eye, "Are you a virgin, Jemima?" She just
shook her head.  "Do you like to fuck?"

   "I don't remember," She answered with a sad look in her eyes.  "I think
it can be a lot of fun, though."

   Budzinski point to Teri and asked her, "If a guy were to trim you down
to her size, would you fuck him a little or fuck him a lot?"

   Jemima snorted, "If anybody gave me her body I'd do my damndest to fuck
him to death!  I'd make that little girl look like a nun." She was pointing
to one of Maj.  Fredericks' candy-stripers.

   The girl had just fucked a body-builder orderly and was coaxing the
Hispanic janitor, "I don't think you'll hurt me, and it's okay if you do.
Come on, please fuck me!"

   "I don't hurt little girls." Julio was shaking his head and hiding his
dick with his hands.  He had just fucked the big redheaded nurse and wasn't
sure he could get it up, anyway.

   Fredericks cautioned her, "If you can't get him to fuck you, you can't
come with me."

   The girl almost started to cry, but she grabbed Julio by his open shirt
collar, swung him around, and subdued him with a predatory stare.  She
ordered the short Hispanic man sporting a really thick cock to, "Lie back
on this table!" He practically fell onto his back from the force in her
voice.  She then forced his cock into her mouth until its sheer size pushed
her off of it as it quickly inflated with blood.

   She was up on the table trying to force the big meat-stick into her tiny
box as Budzinski and Jemima walked past.  They heard her scream in pain and
triumph as they approached Cox, who was still talking with Patty and one of
the totally naked blonde teenagers who was slowly stroking his cock as they
talked.

   Sandra stood behind Cox rubbing his shoulders.  It was almost as though
he was wearing the taller redhead's big pink titties as a hat.  The slight
pressure of her forearms pushing them together had the big brown areola on
the front each sphere almost touching each other.

   "How about it, Cox?  Did I lie or is she not about the sweetest thing
you ever met." Budzinski remarked as he approached with Jemima.  "And I've
got just the woman you need to keep them and you in line, too."

   "What are you pulling?" Jemima exploded, "This poor baby is blind as a
bat.  Reggie, I'm a fat old cow."

   "Jemima?  You have the most beautiful voice in the building, and I love
the way you smell!" Cox smiled big in the direction of Jemima's voice.

   "You know me?" Jemima was flabbergasted.

   "Honey, I dream about falling asleep next to you almost every night,"
Cox admitted.

   "Get your scrawny asses out of my way girls," Jemima pulled Cox to his
feet and latched onto him.

   A totally naked Teri was sitting on a nearby table with her bare feet in
the seat of a chair, her chin in her hands, and her elbows on her knees as
she watched the three women kibitz with Cox.  She sat up as Budzinski
approached.

   He noticed that unlike the equally busty Sandra, Teri had a smooth,
unbroken tan from her hairline to the red polish on her fingers and toes.
The large spheres attached to her chest sported tiny areolas that were a
pale pink giving them a light on dark contrast.  Even the lips of her
shaved pussy lips were darker than her areola.

   "I thought for sure you'd be bouncing in his lap when I got back from my
various errands," Budzinski commented.  "Are you not interested in
emigrating with him?"

   "I love Reggie to death," Teri admitted, "But if I had a choice I'd want
you to take me."

   Budzinski's heart and cock jumped together.  Budzinski's face remained
deadpan, "Well, I do happen to have an opening in my domestic staff at the
moment, but I would have to fill the slot of anyone wanting to fill my open
slot just to be sure we're a good fit."

   Teri's concerned look vaporized into a big smile.  She leaned back and
opened her legs as Budzinski sat in the chair that her feet had just
vacated.  He lifted her butt up to his chin and closed his mouth over the
soft, plump vulva that had been squeezed between her smooth thighs.  She
smelled and tasted fabulous.

   It took less than a minute for her to reach a small climax even with
everyone in the room watching them.  She was dripping wet when Budzinski
stood and dropped his pants and boxers.  Teri guided his swollen knob to
her gash and quit worrying about her audience as he pushed his raging beast
into her soft core.

   She felt stretched and filled from her labia to her cervix as the huge
Marine began stroking his massive meat in and out of her slick sex.  She
moaned, groaned, squirmed, and finally screamed as her pussy squeezed the
cock that had just given her the best fuck of her short life.

   Budzinski's IQ drained through his dick along with the product of his
balls.  Tight twats are often uncomfortable.  This one was just the right
combination of soft touch and tight confines.  The nanites had best leave
this sex machine in its factory original configuration, or else.

   "Damn, Ray!  You never fucked me like that," Miller observed as she
walked up laughing.  "You and I might have to carry him up to the ship,
Teri."

   Miller placed the transporter terminus that she had been given at the
Confederacy office in an open area and activated the nexus.  "Those of you
who are not going with us need to stand clear.  This thing will
self-destruct after the last of us step into it.  Those of you coming with
us, please have your CAP ID in hand as you step onto the pad.  Those of you
who have been chosen by a volunteer need to understand that the person
sponsoring you has total power over you once you enter this beam, including
life or death and everything in between.  You are entering into a life
that's best described as slavery.  This beam is one way only.  There's no
turning back.  Those of you ready to accept the person offering you
sponsorship must say 'I accept' loud enough for me to hear it." She looked
around the room, "That would be NOW people!"

   A chorus of "I accept!" echoed through the room.

   Miller started making hand signals like a traffic cop during a power
outage, "Okay, let's get out of here and let these nice people get back to
their dinners, those who still have an appetite, anyway."

   An incredibly young and cute brunette stepped through the transporter
ahead of Emerson's wheelchair.  Wendy pushed him into the beam and waited a
second until Miller signaled for her to follow when the shimmering field
turned green again.  Jemima was a little apprehensive, but stepped onto the
transporter pad followed closely by Patty and a blonde who was about
Patty's age and size.  Patty had ditched the panties and was proudly
sporting a thick brown bush in its place.  Sandra guided Cox onto the pad;
then followed him through.

   Dr.  Fredericks brought her menagerie forward and followed Julio and the
bowlegged young girl he was mostly carrying.  The four other aging vets had
taken the last of the candy-stripers, most of the servers, and all but two
of the nurses.

   Budzinski and Teri had recovered enough to make it through under their
own power.  Just before she stepped into the beam Budzinski asked Teri,
"How are you with women?  I think Elizabeth is going to enjoy being with
you almost as much as I will."

   Teri turned to answer as she stumbled into the beam and disappeared. 
Budzinski smiled and stepped in as soon as the nexus was ready for the next
passenger.  One of the transporter room staff had caught the disoriented
girl.

   Budzinski collected Teri from the crewman and she answered as though
nothing unusual had happened, "I don't have much experience with men or
women.  Is she a good teacher?"

   Budzinski laughed and kissed his young concubine.  "I'm sure you'll get
along great."

   Miller deactivated and retrieved the shield generator she had set up to
block the doors before they had been isolated by the interdiction field. 
She was the last one to step onto the transporter pad.  The shimmering
field changed colors from red to green and then evaporated a couple of
seconds after Miller disappeared.  Seconds later the drone dropped the gray
barrier that had isolated the room from the rest of the building.

   Budzinski was already scheming about how he was going to get the six
veterans he had just extracted assigned to his platoon.  They would
drastically reduce the percentage of green recruits needed to bring his
platoon back to full strength.  Now, if he could just get a new lieutenant
who wasn't a total idiot and thought he knew it all, life would be good. 
He had been really disappointed when Ensign Wallace wanted to return to
headquarters at Dothan.  He would have made a fine platoon leader.

   Looking at Teri he decided that maybe being assigned to extraction duty
for a while wasn't going to be so bad after all.  Budzinski turned to
Miller and asked rhetorically, "Why do we need training for extraction
duty? There's nothing to it!"

   "You weren't due to return from leave for three more days, Sergeant!"
Commander McGregor shouted as he stormed into the transporter room.  "How
did you get authorization to lead a pickup without being trained?"

   Budzinski saluted and replied, "I asked, sir."

   McGregor smiled.  He didn't really think he'd be able to shake up
Budzinski, not with what he saw in the man's permanent record.  The
sergeant undoubtedly knew that McGregor had approved his pickup request. 
McGregor felt certain that the sergeant was going to be very entertaining
and that this was going to be an interesting extraction tour.