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   Jeanie's Ordeal Part1



   Hi- this is my first effort at posting a story to this group.  I hope
you like it.  The female protagonist is based, loosely, on someone I know
personally.  The scenario described could very well happen--don't forget
that.



   I'll give the standard warnings: Male/female, rape, Asian fetish, etc.
The story takes a while to "get down to business"-you might want to skip if
you have a short attention span or no understanding of current events.  Any
comments or suggestions would be appreciated, posted or E-mailed.



   Enjoy.

   Sincerely,

   "Ivan the Terrible"





   Jeanie's Ordeal-Part 1



   The morning of January 8, 1996 in Anchorage, Alaska began, as usual,
with the sound of bombardment from the MIGs flying overhead.  The response
from the American antiaircraft positions grew fainter every day.  For the
people hiding in the hotel basement, it was their seventh day without
radio, television, telephone service or running water.  At least the
generator still worked, running only 3 hours every day on their meager
supply of gasoline, powering small space heaters.  At least they weren't
freezing to death in the dark-yet.  They conserved their limited supply of
food and drinking water.  They dared not go outside.  For all they knew,
Zhirinovsky's troops had already reached Anchorage, scouring the bombed-out
streets for civilian stragglers.

   Jeanie, huddling with her blanket in one corner of the basement on the
cold concrete floor, reflected on the bizarre turn of events that had led
her to this underground existence.  She was a petite, highly intelligent,
multilingual Asian-American girl from New York, 22 years old, a senior in a
Massachusetts college, attractive in a cute sort of way.  She had arrived
in Alaska on December 23 to visit her aunt who lived in Anchorage.  The
last thing she expected when stepping off the plane into the short, cold
northern daylight was to be trapped in the first foreign invasion of US
territory since the War of 1812.  She thought of a comment a fellow student
had made to her a couple of years ago, when she had told him that she spent
her Christmas vacation in Anchorage.  He said that it was good that she
went to Alaska now, while English was still spoken there, because the
Russian nationalist Vladmir Zhirinovsky would take the state back.  She
thought he was kidding, anyway, he had had a crush on her and had strange
ways of showing it.  But a week before her latest trip to Anchorage,
Zhirinovsky had won power in a "special election" in Russia, after the
military had removed Yeltsin from power because, they said, of his
"incompetence" and "alcoholism.", and the rapidly disintegrating economic
situation in Russia.  With backing of the armed forces and remaining secret
police apparat, Mad Vlad wasted no time in making good on his threats to
restore the Russian empire.  The western powers seemed too shocked to
respond.

   The European republics of the former Soviet Union fell to the Russian
Nationalist forces quickly, before they were bogged down in heavy fighting
outside Helsinki, Finland.  The NATO forces in Germany went on alert, but
took no action.  President Clinton, weakened by various scandals, was
terrified of risking American lives to save people in places many Americans
had never heard of, especially after the Bosnian fiasco in '94.  Jeanie did
not even consider canceling her visit, the fighting seemed to be confined
to Europe, half the world away from Alaska.  However, the situation was
tense.  She noticed that the Anchorage airport was filled with heavily
armed soldiers, and her plane was delayed in landing because half the
runways were reserved for fighter aircraft.  All international flights
across the Pacific were canceled until further notice.  Jeanie's aunt, like
everyone else, seemed vaguely nervous.  The media discussed virtually
nothing else besides the events in Eastern Europe and, predictably, blamed
the situation on Clinton for his weakness and ignorance in the area of
world affairs.

   Christmas dinner, somehow, was uncomfortable.  Whenever anyone had tried
to make small talk, the subject always turned to "that Russian nutcase."

   One day, about a week into her visit, Jeanie was shopping downtown.  She
bought Alaskan souvenirs, like walrus-tusk carvings and mini totem poles
for friends back home, in some of the many gift shops in downtown
Anchorage. She saw a hand-made sign on the side of a building that said
"Russian language instruction-$20/hour guaranteed to learn fast-you'll need
it!" Jeanie smiled in spite of herself at the black humor.

   At that instant, the world exploded.  The shockwave of the explosion was
more felt than heard.  The cold air became almost tropically balmy, then
summer-in-Death-Valley hot.  At first, she thought earthquake, they
happened occasionally in Anchorage.  She knew enough to fall to the ground,
face-down, until it had passed.  The bombardment lasted for, it seemed
like, hours.  Jeanie held the small cross she wore around her neck and
began to pray to Jesus to let her live, but realized that would be
pointless.  Whatever faith she had in the Christian religion, or any
religion, was gone.  People were screaming, and secondary explosions could
be heard, getting closer and closer...She finally gathered the courage to
look up, and saw fighter jets, like birds of prey, screaming overhead.  She
heard more hollow, distant booming, like a thunderstorm.  Artillery, she
thought vaguely.  She ran, ran toward her aunt's house which was at least
two miles away.  Around her, buildings were burning.

   The smoke from nearby burning oil refineries rose to the sky like an
offering to Heaven.  Jeanie was reminded of stories relatives told of the
firebombing of Tokyo in 1945, where they had been Korean forced laborers.
The fumes from the burning oil proved to be too much, and consciousness
left her.  She vaguely remembered a stranger dragging her inside somewhere,
down several flights of stairs.

   When she woke up her first thoughts were four her aunt and uncle.  She
told the man standing above her their names and address, but he replied
with a noticeable Southern accent, "Sorry, miss.  Phone lines are down.  No
TV or radio, either.  Damn Russkies used pulsers, satellites with nuclear
warheads that explode in high orbit, and the electromagnetic pulse fried
every bit of circuitry in the state.  I saw some F-15's fall right out of
the sky.  Russians shielded their planes, though." What he said at first
made no sense, but then the truth hit her like a thousand tons of bricks.

   "Zhirinovsky......" she replied

   "That's right, miss.  And I thought the Russians were all through with
that shit-pardon my language.  Still can't believe the looney-tune really
did invade Alaska.  Sorry for not introducing myself.  Lieutenant-Colonel
Robert E.  Lee McConnell, US Air Force.  and who do I have the pleasure of
meeting?"

   Jeanie told him.  He was a true gentleman, she thought.  So rare these
days...McConnell explained that the Russians had simultaneously hit Dutch
Harbor in the Aleutians, the western Seward peninsula, facing Siberia, and
the Kenai peninsula south of Anchorage.  "We never even saw it coming", he
said.  "They've got the advantage, especially in this kind of climate. 
Best we can hope for is to keep them away from Anchorage long enough to get
reinforcements from the lower 48.  That won't be easy because of Clinton's
budget cuts in rapid deployment.  They've already grabbed the end of the
oil pipeline in Valdez"

   McConnell pointed to the dark shape he wore at his hip.  "I've still got
my .45" he said.  Any Russkie tries to come in here is in for something of
a surprise.  We've got food and water to last us a while, anyway, and a
Honda generator with about 50 gallons of gas, not countin' what's in the
tank.  Get some rest, now.  You've been through a hell of a lot."

   That was eight days before.  Colonel McConnell was dead, from an
infected leg wound that he managed to hide.  With supplies running low,
there was nothing for the 50 remaining survivors to do but sit.  and wait.
And hope the next bomb wasn't meant for them, although some were starting
to change their minds in that regard.  Jeanie, unbelievably, found that she
was getting horny.  She hadn't had any stimulation in so long-she wondered
if anyone was watching, and began to touch herself, tentatively, "down
there." She remembered theories about how sex and death were closely
related, people in life-threatening situations began, inexplicably, to get
aroused.  She found her spot and began to stroke ever so gently, so
gently....Fantasizing about how good a man's hands would feel, all over her
body, and his tongue......She was almost there.....

   BOOM!!!  the darkness seemed to implode.  People were getting up,
running for the door, screaming....until they realized the noise was coming
from the direction of the door.  The next tank round let in daylight, that
Jeanie hadn't seen in over a week.  She hadn't even known it was day. 
People were on the ground bleeding and moaning some were crying out for
their mothers.  The Russians had arrived.

   Jeanie was resigned to death.  She knew there was no heaven, like what
she had learned in Sunday school.  She welcomed the oblivion, the simple
nonexistence she knew was too follow.  Her aunt and uncle were undoubtedly
dead and for all she knew, so where her parents in New York and her fellow
students in Boston.  She welcomed the loss of sensation, embraced it...

   When she woke up, groggy, she heard loud voices in an unfamiliar
language.  Was she in Hell?  Was this punishment for her nonbelief
and...other things?  Then the language was not so unfamiliar ....Russian!
She realized they must have used some kind of knockout gas, but why?  From
what Jeanie had remembered from media reports of the war in Eastern Europe,
the usual response of Zhirinovsky's soldiers to enemy civilians was a
Kalashnikov on full automatic.  Then she knew, and wished that she had been
killed by that tank shell.  She was outside, and freezing cold.  The two
Russian soldiers arguing above her wore mottled white-gray winter
camouflage and fur hats.  More soldiers loitered in the background.  Both
carried AK-47's, discouraging her from trying to get up or speak.  One was
young, fair-skinned, and had blond hair.  The other was swarthier and
bearded, with piercing dark-brown eyes.  Both were stinking drunk, and
"blondie" swigged from a bottle of Jack Daniels whiskey.  The lust was
unhidden on their faces.  Blondie reached for her.  "O please, God" thought
Jeanie.  "Why did you spare my life?" She could feel his alcohol-sodden hot
breath on her face, and he said in broken English, "I fuck you good, yellow
slant-eye whore.  You never see such big dick" He violently ripped off her
blouse, then her bra.  Her nipples got hard in the cold air.  "Da, you
like, fucking gook slut." His English seemed limited to obscenities and
racial slurs.  Jeanie cursed Blondie in Japanese, then in Korean.  He
seemed not to take notice.  He pulled a large knife from his belt and
sliced the button off of her jeans and yanked them off, followed by her
white silk panties.  The cold snow under her caused her, thankfully, to
start to go numb.  Jeanie noticed, vaguely, armored personnel carriers
rumbling across the ruined streets of Anchorage.  American resistance was
now entirely crushed.  Blondie unzipped his uniform trousers and exposed
his erect manhood.  He had not been lying about being well-endowed.  How
could he fit that, that enormous thing inside her?  She had slept with a
couple of guys before, but this was a different league altogether!  Jeanie
knew, at that moment, exactly how Lorena Bobbit had felt, but was resigned
to the fact that she would not be able to take that kind of revenge.  The
thought of having that uncircumcised monstrosity penetrate her was
horrifying, but also gave a twisted kind of arousal.  Despite herself,
Jeanie felt herself getting wet.  Blondie took another swig of Jack Daniels
and grinned widely, showing several gold teeth. "Na'strovye", he said
sarcastically.  To your health.  He pulled her legs wide apart.  As Blondie
entered her, the pain was incredible.  Jeanie closed her eyes but could
still only see the white-hot agony, so great it was almost pleasurable.  He
thrust more forcefully than she could have imagined possible.  Jeanie could
feel the rhythm quickening, quickening, and then he abruptly pulled out. 
Her vagina was still sore.  Blondie pulled her up by the hair and pushed
her face closer to his pulsing organ.  "No..." thought Jeanie.  Anything
but this.  Blondie said, the combination of Russian accent and drunken
slurring making the words almost incomprehensible.  "You be good yellow
whore.  You no suck, I kill you now.  Slow.  With knife." She was too
terrified to disobey.  He grunted loudly and came in her mouth,
explosively, within seconds.  Jeanie nearly choked on the volume of white
fluid that filled her mouth.  Blondie said something to her,
contemptuously, in Russian, followed by drunken laughter from Blondie and
his comrade.  He kicked Jeanie in the ribs with his steel-toed boot, not
hard enough to break anything, but enough to hurt a lot.  Now it was the
bearded man's turn.