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The following is part one of the story, Captive of the Revolution by
John Argus.
 
ONE

	Jamie Connel hadn't been first in her class, nor tenth for that
matter. She had been in the upper ten per-cent, though, and considered
her present duties, that of a glorified secretary to Major Fox, to be
frustratingly unchallenging.
	After all, she'd gone through the combat courses, the drill
instructions, the army regulations and codes and everything else, with
the intention of becoming a soldier, just like her father and
grandfather and great-grandfather. Now here she was typing and filing
and answering the phone, in a hot, sweaty, out of the way part of the
Paraguayan jungle.
	Oh sure, her title was assistant to the deputy chief of staff for the
base, but that was a paper title really. It didn't mean anything. She
glanced at the silver bar on her collar as she fixed her blouse in the
mirror and made a wry face. She could do the same stuff as a civilian
and make twice as much money.
	She wouldn't have to put up with the crap she did in the army either,
like the snide remarks of superior officers, almost all of them men,
or the little room just down the hall in the main administration
building, that she called her home.
	She gazed around a final time before leaving. If she were a civilian,
she wouldn't have to worry about keeping her room spic and span
either. Nobody would drop by for snap inspections, or criticise her if
she left a pair of socks on the floor.
	She picked up her hat and adjusted it carefully. Major Fox was a real
by-the-book stickler for detail, straight arrow officer. Truth be
told, she scared the hell out of Jamie, who was also in awe of the
tall, powerfully built woman.
	Jamie's own body had barely passed muster. She was in good shape
really, but kind of short. She'd stood so straight at the physical,
she'd been worried her back would creak, but she'd passed the height
requirement, barely.
	Elsewhere, she was, she thought, soft, despite daily workouts. If she
were a civilian, she'd be considered very fit, but in the army, and
especially compared to Major Fox, she was a weakling, far too feminine
and weak and fragile.
	Her breasts were too big, for one thing. They were only thirty
four-D, but on her small, slim frame, took on grandiose proportions,
distorting the clean line of her uniform and drawing disrespectful
stares from both officers and enlisted men.
	Her hair was too long also, though within regulations. Major Fox's
hair was as short as most of the men's, but despite her admiration for
the Major, Jamie just couldn't bring herself to cut her just shy of
shoulder length straight brown hair any further.
	Her face was too delicate as well, she though, morosely, as she ran a
finger along her lower lip to make sure only a trace of lipstick was
there. She had the cutesy pie face of a girl, with wide green eyes and
pert little nose and mouth. Major Fox had a strong, oval face, with
strong jaw and narrow blue eyes.
	Still, there was little choice for her, she sighed. Her parents would
be incredibly disappointed in her if she left after only a year and a
half, not that she could. She'd signed up for five years and Major Fox
wasn't about to let her out early for any reason.
	She gave her skirt a final yank, then opened the door of her room and
headed down the hall to the office. As she turned the corner into the
wide corridor of the building proper, she passed a number of enlisted
men, all of whom eyed her appreciatively.
	She reached the main offices a minute later and then passed through
to Major Fox's rooms. She pursed her lips warily as she opened the
door and saw the Major sifting through the documents on her desk. She
looked up with a glare as Jamie came in.
	"About time you got here, Connel," she snapped. 
	"Where the hell is the ECS-4 form for this month?"
	"It's in my out basket, Major," Jamie replied, sighing inwardly. 
	It was going to be another one of those days if the Major was in one
of her bitchy moods.
	"Why the hell isn't it in my in basket?" Fox scowled.
	"It had the wrong figures for consumption, Ma'am, so I'm returning it
for correction."
	"Well, why the hell didn't you tell me that before?" 
	"Sorry, ma'am."
	The Major stood straight and glared down at Jamie, her eyes scanning
her uniform and hair quickly, looking for anything out of place. Jamie
stood straight, waiting for a criticism, but Fox simply grunted and
returned to her own office, slamming the door.
	Jamie sighed in relief and put her purse down beside the desk, then
sat down to get at the day's paperwork. As much as she admired the
Major, there were some days that it just didn't pay to be around the
woman.
	Any day that the base was on alert, as it had been for the last
three, was one of those days. It was just a stupid practice, she knew,
but it made all the senior officers testy and snappish.
	There was a knock at the door and Captain Rawlins came in.
	"Hi, Jamie."
	"Good Morning, Captain."
	"Is she in a good mood?"
	Jamie silently shook her head, and Rawlins screwed up his face.
	"Maybe I'll come back."
	Just then the Major's door opened and she came out.
	"Rawlins. Good. I want to see you. Come in my office."
	"Yes, Ma'am," Rawlins said.
	Fox closed the door behind her and Jamie got started on the morning
mail. Before long she could hear the Major's voice coming through the
door, angrily berating Rawlins for something or other.
	"What kind of an imbecile do you take me for?" Fox yelled. There was
a pause.
	"Don't give me any of your half-assed excuses, Rawlins. If you aren't
up to the work, I'll see if some missile silos need guarding in
Alaska! Now get your skinny ass out of here and bring back a positive
report before noon! Or else!"
	The door opened and the Captain hurried out, looking disheveled and
angry. He hurried out through the office without a second glance.
Major Fox came through the door a moment later.
	"Connel! Where's my coffee?"
	"Right away, Ma'am!" Jamie jumped up, cursing herself for getting
distracted.
	"Don't you have any brains in that bleached skull of yours, Connel?
Or are they all in your tits?"
	Jamie flushed.
	"I'm sorry ma'am. You aren't usually in yet and I usually open the
mail before turning on the coffee."
	"Oh, well then," the Major said, with exaggerated apology.
	"I'm sorry. It's all my fault. Why don't you draw up a schedule for
me, Connel, listing when I can come and go... IN MY OWN OFFICE!"
	Jamie winced as the Major went into her office and slammed the door.
Yes. It was definitely going to be one of those days.

	It was after eight before Jamie was finally able to get back to her
room. The Major had run her ragged all day, demanding everything be
done at once and snapping and snarling when it wasn't.
	The only consolation for Jamie had been that it surely wasn't
personal. Fox had snapped off the head of every man and woman who'd
come into her office today, except for General Parker, of course.
	She hadn't even gone for dinner. The Major had had her order
sandwiches for the both of them and she'd had to make do with munching
at her desk. Hopefully things would be better tomorrow. She stripped,
had a shower and a bit of pizza, then went to bed, determined to
finish a mystery novel she was reading.
	She finally gave up when the clock showed eleven. She had to be up by
six tomorrow after all. She turned out the light and fell into a
fitful sleep.

	It was four in the morning when there was a pounding at her door. She
started out of a dream in which giant paper eating monsters were
devouring all the paperwork she'd done in the last year, to find an
angry Major Fox standing over her.
	She blinked dazedly, then jumped out of bed and stood at attention.
	"Connel! You sleep like you're dead! What kind of a soldier are you,
anyway!?"
	"Sorry Ma'am!" Jamie stammered.
	"I have to run a snap inspection of the inner perimeter. Get
dressed."
	"Yes, Ma'am!" Jamie gulped, starting for her closet.
	"Just a second," Fox growled.
	Jamie stopped instantly, falling back into attention. 	Major Fox
stomped over and stood in front of her, her eyes sliding up and down
Jamie's body. Jamie sighed inwardly. She was wearing pink string
bikini panties and a ragged pink tank top that fell only a few inches
below her breasts.
	Fox, of course, was wearing full regulation uniform, including an
officer's baton, which she was patting her left palm with.
	"Well. Aren't we sexy?" Fox sneered.
	Jamie blushed and bit her tongue.
	"Didn't the army issue you with a full regulation uniform, Connel?"
she snapped.
	"Yes, Ma'am!" Jamie gulped.
	"And didn't it come with underwear?"
	"Yes, ma'am!"
	"And doesn't the army uniform code forbod wearing that underwear
while on duty?"
	"Yes, Ma'am!"
	"And are you not considered to be on duty twenty-four hours a day
while the base is on alert?"
	"Yes ma'am!"
	"THEN TAKE THEM OFF!" she screamed into Jamie's face.
	Jamie quickly jerked the tank top up and over her shoulders, dumping
it at her feet, then bent down, sliding the panties down to he ankles
and stepping out of them. She stood up at attention once more, leaving
the clothes on the floor in front of her.
	Major Fox stood a foot away, her eyes boring holes into Jamie's
skull, then sliding, scornfully down her naked body. Jamie stood as
still as she could, her eyes looking over the Major's shoulder. She
knew her skin was blushing red, but could do nothing about it.
	"Well, thank God for you, Connel," Fox sniffed.
	"Our country is safe with the likes of you protecting it." 
	She slid the baton out and poked the end against Jamie's meaty left
breast, pushing the rounded end deep into the soft flesh. The tip,
slightly smaller than a ping pong ball, was made of metal., and was
cold against Jamie's warm flesh.
	"Who would dare attack us with soldiers like you around?" the Major
jeered.
	Jamie blushed even more darkly, but kept quiet.
	"You know what I see in front of me, Connel?" the Major hissed.
	"No Ma'am!" Jamie gasped.
	"I don't see a soldier, Connel. That's for God Damned sure!"
	Jamie didn't reply. The Major's baton pulled back then poked
underneath her right breast, lifting the mammary upward slightly on
her chest, before letting it fall back down.
	"I see a pussy, Connel. I see a boy-toy. A man's plaything. Do you
think you're a soldier, Connel?"
	"Yes, Ma'am!"
	"Well, you're not! The best position for you would be on your hands
and knees!"
	"Tha... that's not..."
	"What!?"
	"That's not... not fair, Ma'am," Jamie stuttered.
	"Isn't it? You don't think so?"
	"N...no, Ma'am."
	Major Fox stood straight, staring down at Jamie disdainfully. She
slid her baton down across Jamie's belly. Jamie fought the urge to
jerk back as the cold metal tickled against her soft skin. It slid
down to her slight thatch of pussy hair, then Jamie's drew in a ragged
breath as it touched the top of her pussy slit.
	"Connel. It's women like you who give us all a bad name," Fox said.
"You're weak, both in the body and the mind. You have no control over
your emotions or anything else. How do you think we're going to get
any respect in this army with little pieces of fluff like you running
around?"
	As she talked, Fox was rubbing the round end of the baton slowly up
and down against the top of Jamie's pussy, right against her clitty.
Jamie clenched her hands into tight fists, willing herself not to move
or display any emotion or reaction.
	The Major kept rubbing the baton, pressing it hard against her
softness. Then she eased it lower and pushed upward. The round ball
pushed against Jamie's pussy lips, then eased them aside and popped
into her sex. Jamie stood absolutely still, slightly stunned but not
daring to object.
	The Major kept talking, telling Jamie what a waste of money it had
been to train her, how her real career was in nude pin-ups or in a
bordello. She pulled the round little head out of Jamie's pussy
entrance and started rubbing it against her clitty again.
	Jamie was wilting under the verbal barrage, and her tired body was
aching to lie back down. The round ball at the end of the baton no
longer felt cold, in fact, it felt rather warm. The entire room felt
warm to Jamie, and she suddenly realized that she was becoming
aroused.
	Now she realized what the Major was doing. She was trying to prove to
both of them just how weak and spindly and girlish Jamie really was!
She was going to show her as a raw cunt, who was captive to her female
organs!
	Jamie resisted, trying to think of very un-erotic thoughts, trying to
ignore  the heat and itch coming from between her legs. Her clitty was
sparkling with an almost electrical charge as the little metal ball
kept rubbing up and down around and over it.
	The Major slid the thing downwards then, and again dipped it into her
sex. She began to poke it in and out, not the shaft of the baton, but
merely the head. She caressed Jamie's pussy lips, sliding it up and
down just inside her entrance.
	"You're too weak to handle anything of any size," the major snarled. 
	"You couldn't even lift your own weight, let alone load a howitzer
shell! If you tried to fire an M-16 while standing up, you'd end up on
your dainty little round ass!"
	Jamie was trembling slightly, but not from cold. Her hold on her body
was wavering as the little ball continued to alternately rub back and
forth against her clitty and pop in and out of her pussy entrance.
	"What's the matter, Connel?" the Major sneered. "Feeling poorly?"
	"N... no, Ma'am," Jamie squeaked.
	"You little slut! Your getting all worked up on my baton, aren't
you?!"
	"No!" Jamie answered, weakly.
	"No, huh." The Major shoved the baton head into her pussy again, this
time sliding it way up into Jamie's tunnel. Jamie gasped, forced to
her toes, eyes widening as she felt the rounded ball pushing deeper
through the soft folds of her sexual tube. The metal head struck
against her cervix and ground against it as the Major twisted it in
slow circles, and pain rippled through Jamie's lower belly.
	"Sure about that, Connel?" She breathed.
	"M... Ma... Ma'am" Jamie gasped. "Re... request per... permission to
get dressed."
	"Denied!" 
	Fox jammed the baton harder against Jamie's insides, making the
younger woman gasp with pain. She instinctively staggered backwards
against her desk, half falling back across it.
	Jamie cried in pain as the Major twisted the baton around and around
inside her pussy. She could feel the hardness of the round ball up in
her lower belly, sliding obscenely against her moist, silky pussy
flesh. She should object. She knew she should. She ought to push the
woman back, yet she dared not.
	She shuddered, as the Major stroked her pussy tunnel with the baton,
slowly working it in and out between her now throbbing, swollen pussy
lips. Jamie's hands clutched the edge of the desk, keeping herself
from falling backwards. She groaned as the power of her sexual
responsiveness rose.
	She was astonished at it, especially coming in front of the
frightening woman before her. Yet she felt a rising urge to give
herself to the lust and need rising within her, to throw herself at
the powerful woman's feet and beg her to do what she willed.
	The Major pulled the baton out of her pussy, then pressed herself
right up against Jamie, who jerked back with her upper body. Her
buttocks rode up on the desk, and her legs spread to avoid falling
over.
	"See this, Connel?" she hissed, holding the baton in front of Jamie's
nose. It was glistening with her pussy juice.
	"See what kind of a useless little slut you are?"
	Jamie bowed her head, not answering, mortified by her own feminine
weakness.
	The Major growled and lowered her right hand. Suddenly, she
straightened three fingers and jabbed them against Jamie's wet
entrance. Jamie gasped, her head shooting up and staring at the Major
in fear as the three fingers slid easily up into her quim.
	"Find another profession, Connel," Fox sneered. 
	She worked her fingers in and out of Jamie's cunt, as she grabbed the
girl's lustrous hair with her left hand and pulled her head up and
back.
	"You're no soldier!"
 	Jamie gurgled in response. Her cunt was flashing fire, alive with
crackling storms of sexual passion. It gripped and snapped on the
Major's fingers as they slid rapidly in and out. She couldn't help
herself from rutting forward against the fingers, groaning with the
force of the pleasure shooting through her.
	The Major closed her thumb over Jamie's clit, grinding it from side
to side as she pumped her pussy. Jamie shook and grunted in ecstasy as
she came. her buttocks jerked and ground against the corner of the
desk as her body sought to impale itself on the penetrating digits.
	Her shaky hands reached forward and grasped the Major's wrist,
pulling it hard against her as she ground shamelessly against her. Her
eyes were closed and her mouth gaped open, emitting a continuous
stream of gurgling grunts and sighs of pleasure.
	Her full, round breasts were swollen to the point of explosion. The
skin so tightly stretched that it threatened to tear. Her nipples were
hardened to tensile strength, sharp and straight, the pointed upward
from the centre of her breasts like pencil erasers.
	A hurricane of pleasure sent fiery balls of crackling lights hurling
before her eyes, nearly blinding her with their intensity. Humiliated,
she still clutched the Major's hand against her and ground her bottom
up and down, riding the storm of sexual fulfilment until her body
finally granted her relief.
	The Major just stood there, shaking her head in disgust as Jamie
bounced helplessly on the edge of the desk and convulsed in delirious
sexual release.
	When it was over, Jamie slowly settled back on the desk, lying weakly
across it with her bottom over the edge, her legs spread wide, and her
feet dangling a foot off the floor.
	The Major leaned over her and put her face against Jamie's ear.
	"Weak," she sneered. "A weak little slut."
	"N-not," Jamie panted, struggling to rise.
	Fox slapped her face and Jamie fell back, sprawling across the desk.
"Not?" the woman sneered.
	The baton came whipping down, slashing across the center of her
belly. Jamie cried out as a line of pain ripped through her befuddled
senses and her hands grasped at her now burning stomach.
	"Not?" the major sneered again.
	The baton whipped down again, the slim, flexible shaft slicing across
the centre of Jamie's soft breasts. She howled and grasped them both,
writhing on the desk.
	"Don't tell me you're not weak," Fox sneered. "I know weak when I see
it!"
	She grasped Jamie's legs suddenly, just above the knees, and her
powerful arms lifted them up and apart, then slammed them down along
the edge of the desk. Jamie cried out again as the tendons in her
thighs were abruptly stretched wide. The major had spread her legs at
a perfect ninety degree angle from her hips, in effect, having her do
the splits on her back so that her legs lined up perfectly along the
edge of the desk.
	"This is what you should be practicing, Connel. Spreading your legs
as wide as possible!"
	Jamie sobbed and writhed on the desk, her hands frantically grasping
at the Major's wrists as her thighs burned and flared. The major's
grip was like steel, however, and Jamie dared not exert any real
force, dared not strike or claw at the woman.
	Fox abruptly let go and Jamie's legs jerked in. She lurched up, and
almost fell to the floor. Fox gripped her hair, however, and helped
her along, so that she fell off the desk and onto the floor.
	Fox forced her face down against the floor, and Jamie whimpered and
moaned in helpless pain.
	"Please!" she gasped. "Please, major!"
	"Weaklings bow to their superiors, Connel," Fox sneered. "They
acknowledge their weakness and don't try to pretend any degree of
equality."
	She let go and stepped back, smirking.
	"You have five minutes to get your weak, sluttish little body out
onto the parade ground in full dress. DO YOU HEAR ME?"
	Jamie gasped and whimpered but nodded quickly.
	The major stalked out, slamming the door behind her. 
	Jamie slowly pulled herself up off the floor, breathing hard and
whipping tears from her eyes, her skin flushed with exertion and her
thighs ached. She groaned and pressed her hands against her crotch,
then pulled them away wet.
	Five minutes, she thought, raggedly.
	She got some tissue paper and wiped off her groin as best she could,
examined the red lines of pain across her breasts, wincing at the
sting, then pulled on army underwear and a field uniform. She limped
down the hall and out the door onto the parade ground, sliding to a
stop behind the major.
	"Managed to pull yourself together, did you, Connel?"
	"Y... Yes, Ma'am," Jamie gulped.
	The Major turned and gave her a scornful stare, then turned away. 
	The Major stalked off without a word, and Jamie scurried after her.
They inspected all the night posts under her command, and woke up
several sleeping men and women in their ready quarters. Jamie was
chagrined to find them all wearing the ugly white issued underwear.

	Having gotten almost no sleep the night before, and because of the
bizarre and humiliating incident with Major Fox, Jamie's day went
miserably. She was exhausted for one thing, and couldn't concentrate,
for another. Every time the Major looked at her, she felt like
cringing away in fear and embarrassment.
	The Major didn't mention the incident until two days later.
	"I haven't seen your request for early release, Lieutenant," she
said, casually as Jamie dropped some papers into her in-basket.
	Jamie flushed red.
	"No, Ma'am."
	"Why not? I thought it was amply demonstrated just how weak you are."
	"I'm not resigning, ma'am," Jamie said, stubbornly.
	"Not even for the good of the army? I thought you were supposed to be
patriotic, Connel."
	"I can improve, Ma'am," Jamie declared suddenly.
	"You can, eh? That I'd like to see. But I somehow doubt it."
	"I can. Please ma'am. Give me a chance."
	"It's a waste of time, Connel."
	"But, Ma'am... "
	"Get out, Connel!"
	"Yes, Ma'am," Jamie sighed, saluting and leaving.
	Of course, the Major couldn't get her kicked out of the army,
couldn't force her to leave. As her commanding officer, she could make
life pretty miserable for her however. Jamie had been in the army long
enough to know that.
	She was determined to prove to the Major that she belonged to the
Army, that she was strong enough to hold her own, at least with other
women, the Major included. Unfortunately, she had no idea how to go
about doing that.
	She tried to be even more efficient than normal, hurrying through all
her tasks in an effort to impress Fox. She exercised harder in her off
hours, trying to make her body stronger, and stopped wearing the
frilly, or soft, civilian things she used to like wearing under her
uniform.
	Still, the Major kept finding things wrong with her performance. Only
a week later she received a notice of deficiency, signed by the Major.
It said her performance in her position was unsatisfactory and that
she'd better shape up quick.
	She scrunched up the notice when she saw it, closing her eyes
tiredly. What, she wondered, did the Major want of her, anyway? How
could she prove to Fox that she was useful to her and the army. There
seemed no way that Jamie could find to get back on the Major's good
side.
	Then she received another off hours call, this time on her phone. 
	"Yes?"
	"Go to the office and get the EQ files out of my desk, Connel. Bring
them to me in my quarters."
	"Yes, Major."
	Didn't that woman ever rest?
	She dressed hurriedly, rushed down to the office and got the files,
then hurried across the compound to the Major's quarters. She paused
before the entrance, straightening her uniform. She'd gone to all the
trouble of putting on a class A uniform and wanted it perfect.
	"Come in."
	She pushed open the door and carried the files inside. Major Fox was
sitting propped up in bed, reading some papers. She glanced at Jamie
as she stood at attention just inside the door, saluting.
	"All right Connel, come in," she said.
	Jamie pulled her hand down and closed the door, then marched forward,
stopping beside the bed and holding the files out. Fox reached up and
took them, then tossed them carelessly on the bed beside her. She
looked up at Jamie indifferently.
	"That was fast. Don't tell me you sleep in your class A uniform now."
	"No, Ma'am." 
	"Got all dressed up for me, huh?" Fox grinned. She picked up a glass
of amber liquid and downed some, eyeing Jamie from over the rim.
	"So, little pin-up girl. You wearin' your pretty little pink undies?"
	"Uh, no, Ma'am," Jamie said, wondering how much Fox had had to drink.
Of course, the woman was off duty, and could drink in her quarters all
she wanted, now that the alert was off.
	"Lesh see em," Fox sneered.
	"Ma'am?"
	"Strip!"
	"Yes, Ma'am."
	Jamie quickly disrobed, carefully folding her blouse and skirt over
the nearby chair and standing there, somewhat proudly, in her army
issue shorts and bra. Fox looked her up and down suspiciously.
	"Huh," Fox said, sipping from her glass again.
	"So, you didn't have the g-string on under them, well, lucky for
you."
	"I wasn't wearing a g-string, Ma'am. I wouldn't wear a g-string,"
Jamie protested.
	"Oh, you wouldn't huh? Too prissy? Too good to wear a g-string?"
	She threw her legs out of bed and stood up, swaying slightly, then
walked towards Jamie. She was wearing a terrycloth robe, held together
by a loose cord. She stared down at Jamie from a distance of two
inches, with a smug smile.
	"Shall we try our little test again, Connel. See if your pretty
little body has gotten any tighter?"
	"Shall we see if you're still the slut I know you are!" Fox hissed,
her face up against Jamie's.



TWO


	Jamie stood at attention, her jaw clenched, her eyes steady. She
steeled herself for whatever the Major might do to her, hoping only
that she would not embarrass herself as she'd done before, and that
the Major would find her strong enough to serve with.
	Jamie withheld a gasp as the Major's fingers slipped beneath the
elastic waistband of her underwear and moved down through her pubic
hair and over her slit. Her hand moved down until it was directly
under Jamie's crotch, then her fingers closed and she cupped her mound
tightly.
	Jamie winced and jerked upwards on her toes as the Major snickered. 
	"Think you're tough, eh?"
	She loosened her fingers, then began to rub them up and down against
Jamie's slit. She curled two fingers, sliding up into her tight pussy,
while her other fingers concentrated on Jamie's clit.
	Jamie stood still, her head up, trying to ignore any sensations that
came from her groin. The Major was rubbing gently across her clitty,
her fingers sliding back and forth inside her pussy. Fox's face was
staring into Jamie's eyes with a knowing sneer.
	Then her left hand came up, unfastening Jamie's bra and pulling it
off. Jamie's breasts bounced only slightly, being firm and young. Fox
looked down at them scornfully. She cupped Jamie's right breast, then
began to rub two fingers back and forth over her nipple.
	As both women watched, the nipple rapidly stiffened. Fox's grin
widened. She squeezed down on the entire breast, her fingers digging
deeply into the malleable flesh. She squeezed the breast up, then
down, then from side to side.
	Her right hand was busy inside Jamie's underpants, fondling her
pussy. Jamie felt her legs getting weak as a rushing wave of hot
sexual passion poured into her belly. There was a hot, sizzling
tension in her cunt, and her clit seemed to be twice its normal size.
	She knew she didn't have to put up with this. At the same time it
would be her word against the Major, and Major Fox was feared and
respected throughout the base. Going up against her would be suicidal
to her career.
	The Major continued to squeeze the little bud, and roll it between
her fingers. She slid her fingers deep into Jamie's pussy, feeling for
herself the wetness and warmth there, despite Jamie's efforts to hide
it.
	Jamie's right breast was hard and swollen. Both women could feel it.
Her right was just as bad, even though the Major hadn't touched it.
Jamie closed her eyes in resignation as the heat burned its way up
through her belly and into her chest.
	She staggered backward a step, her back hitting the wall. The Major
continued to finger her, even as Jamie's lips opened, and short,
nearly inaudible gasps of pleasure came from between them. She took
one look at the Major's face and closed her eyes in misery.
	Yet her body was far from miserable. It flared and blazed with life
and excitement. Her buttocks began to grind lightly against the wall,
as her pussy sought to rub itself against the Major's hand.
	"As I thought," Fox sneered.
	Jamie groaned, but her hands came down and held onto the Major's arm
as the older woman began to jam her fingers hard and harder into
Jamie's pussy tunnel, hurting her with the force of their penetration.
	"Maybe you need something harder, you little whore!" the Major
hissed.
	She pulled her hand out of Jamie's panties and with a single motion,
grabbed her hair and dragged her stumbling across the room to her
desk, then shoved her belly down across it. She grabbed Jamie's
panties and tore them off, leaving her naked.
	"Like I said before, Connel, your natural position is ass out," she
breathed.
	She picked up a pencil box from the desk and upended it. The box was
a round plastic thing, about eight inches long and several inches
thick. She kneed Jamie's legs apart as the gasping girl tried to push
herself off the desk, then rammed the thing against her tight, oily
little pussy lips.
	"Aaaaarrrghhh!" Jamie cried, her sex afire with pain.
	"Shut up, slut! You know you want it," Fox hissed.
	She pushed hard on the pencil holder, pinching and bruising Jamie's
tender pussy lips as they were forced aside by the blunt nosed
intruder. The pencil holder dug into her sex as Jamie wiggled and
jerked on the desk, held in place by Fox's other hand on the back of
her neck.
	Then her pussy lips were forced open and the thick instrument went
into her, an inch... two... three... four. Jamie was sobbing in shock
and a hot, dark pleasure, her tears wetting the cold wood. At the same
time, her sex was trembling with lust.
	Despite the forcible entry, her well oiled sex sucked down on the
hard intruder, her belly pulling it inward of its own accord. The
Major pulled it back an inch or two, then shoved it forward, driving
it deep into the whimpering girl's body.
	"Feel good?" Fox sneered, ramming it in until it almost disappeared
through Jamie's tightly stretched pubic lips. She stood beside the
girl, breathing heavily, her eyes fixed on the fat roundness of the
pencil holder protruding through Jamie's pussy lips.
	The lips were stretched wide around the wood, clinging wetly to it,
the skin taut and hard as the thing strained them to their limit.
	"I know... I... I know what you need," Fox gasped, blinking her eyes.
	She staggered across to a shelf and picked up a riding crop. It had
belonged to a famous British Field Marshal during the second world
war. She moved back to Jamie, who was half upright, her hand reaching
around behind her, trying to pry the pencil holder out of her clinging
opening.
	"Don't touch that!" Fox snapped, slapping Jamie's hand away and
shoving her belly into the side of the desk again. The air whooshed
out of Jamie's lungs as her stomach was rammed into the corner of the
desk and her chest dropped down on top of it.
	Her tender breasts were mashed beneath her, her hard, sharp little
nipples squished. The Major slid her hand over Jamie's smooth, round
buttocks, muttering drunkenly to herself.
	"Know... know what you need," she muttered.
	She gripped Jamie's hair with her left hand, shoving down on the
young blonde's neck to hold her in position, then raised the crop in
the air. The only notice Jamie got was the sharp swishing sound, then
the crop slashed down across her buttocks.
	Sharp, hot pain lanced into her behind, sending her knees and hips
crashing against the side and corner of the desk. She cried out in
pain, her hands scrambling against the unyielding wood of the desk,
trying to pull herself away.
	Major Fox stared smugly at the ugly red welt emerging on Jamie's
buttocks, then raised the crop and brought it slashing down again.
Again, Jamie cried out as her behind exploded with pain. She jerked
and thrashed against the desk, hopelessly pinned there by the Major's
strong hand.
	Again the crop cracked down, whooshing through the air and impacting
with a dull, CRACK!
	Jamie was sobbing miserably, her body heaving and trembling as it lay
across the desk.
	"Call yourself tough?" Fox sneered. 
	Again the crop cracked down, digging deep into the curving, round,
white flesh, then bouncing up, leaving a nasty red line. Fox looked at
the four lines, all drawn horizontally across the two buttocks, and
her own lust grew.
	She brought the crop down again, then again, then again and again.
The air resounding to the swishing sound of the crop's movement and
the crack of its landing. Jamie's sobbing was continuous, heightened
greatly at each blow, then trailing off somewhat.
	Several times, Fox stopped and fingered the pencil box, pumping it in
and out of Jamie's opening. It was easy to tell the younger woman's
pussy was still oily wet with juice.
	For Jamie, the outrageous pain of the first few blows had given way
to a burning hot wall of sensations coming from her behind. The new
blows, brought a new heat to her bottom, but not the knife sharp pain
of the first ones. It was as though the throbbing heat of her behind
blocked, or rather screened the pain, absorbing it into itself.
	She felt the physical blow, but only a kind of numbed version of the
initial pain. Her sobs began to give way to a low whimping, and a kind
of moaning distress.
	When Fox pumped the pencil box inside her, she grunted low in her
throat, the heat of her behind being joined by a new, more pleasurable
heat in her groin. Her mind whirled with confusion and turmoil. She
was bewildered by what was going on, no longer able to accept that
this was some kind of test of discipline but not knowing what to do
about it.
	And yet, if it were, she had failed, and failed badly. Even as she
grunted in response to another slashing blow from the crop, she felt
her pussy bubbling with arousal. Her mind was gripped by sexual
desire, and unable to focus properly on anything but satisfying her
own lust.
	Lauren Fox looked down at the girl's behind, now criss-crossed with
angry red lines. Jamie had stopped struggling, and now lay bent over,
submissively absorbing each new blow. When she pulled the pencil box
outward, the girl's bottom pushed out too, as if not wanting to let
go.
	"Slut," she sneered.
	She shoved the box back in, stumbled a half step back, staring at it,
then smirked and raised her right foot. She slammed it forward, the
hell flat against the base of the pencil box, and rammed it fully into
the trembling blonde's body.
	Jamie's head jerked violently up off the desk at the sudden punch
deep inside her. Such pain ripped through her belly that she was
breathless, only a shocked grunt emerging from her gaping mouth.
	Her body staggered to its feet, her hands shooting down to her groin,
where the base of the pencil box was now flat with her aching pubic
lips. She cried out, at last, and staggered to her knees.
	Fox's hand gripped her hair and yanked her back to her feet.
	"Did that hurt?" she asked with a smirk.
	Jamie batted at her only to have both hands seized and lifted high,
then pulled back behind her head. Fox held them there with one hand,
gripping her hair as well to force her head back.
	During her energetic actions, Fox's robe, held together by the simple
belt, had come almost fully open.
Fox stared at Jamie's straining breasts, then down at her own, for she
was nude beneath the robe. She reached a hand in and cupped one of her
breasts, feeling the hard nipple against her palm.
	Her hand moved forward and slid slowly up and down the girl's
straining chest, then over her taut breasts. She gripped one nipple,
rolling it between thumb and forefinger
	"Sluts are made for giving pleasure," Fox said, her hand easing
downwards to cup the girl's sex. Her palm caressed Jamie's opening,
sliding across the base of the pencil box and her pubic lips, then her
fingers began to rub expertly at her clitoris.
	"Do you want to give me pleasure, slut?" Fox whispered, "give your
commander some rest and recreation?"
	She pulled her robe completely open and let it fall to the floor,
standing before Jamie completely nude. Her body was lean, but strong,
her every movement displaying the muscles beneath the skin.
	She looked down at the girl she held in her hand, feeling a wave of
pleasure at how easily she controlled the slight, beautiful young
girl.
	She eased up on her grip, allowing Jamie's head to lower, then leaned
in and kissed her softly on the side of the throat, just beneath her
ear.
	Jamie, gasping and panting and whimpering, was shocked by such a
display of affection, but having been terrorized and brutalized by the
woman she seized on any sign of relief, making no protest.
	The major's lips slid along Jamie's cheek, then over her own, and her
tongue eased between Jamie's lips and into her mouth, caressing her
own.
	Jamie's own tongue stirred almost instinctively, pushing back,
probing warily against the intruder as their lips began to move
together.
	Fox's free hand was still stroking along her pussy, pausing to roll
slowly and lovingly over the soft, warm flesh of the younger woman.
	She pulled Jamie's head forward and down and Jamie stared at the
other woman's small, conical breasts. Then her mouth was against one
hard nipple, and she sucked cautiously, feebly hoping to please the
major, to stop the woman from yelling at her and hurting her.
	She had never had anything to do with other woman before, not
sexually, but had long suspected the Major might be inclined in that
direction. She had even had odd little fantasies about the two of
them, and in all of them the Major had dominated her completely.
	Her insides began to flutter anew, the heat of pleasure and lust
rising as she widened her mouth, taking in more of the major's breast,
sucking as her tongue lapped at the nipple.
	"Dirty little girl," the major sighed, caressing her body. "Sluttish
little bitch. This is the kind of job you can do best."
	Jamie felt the hand controlling her pushing back and she staggered
back a step, the major following. Fox was positioning her for
something, but she was too dazed to know what. Her head was forced
down further, her body bent, bottom pushed out.
	She felt the corner of the desk against her bottom, then against her
anal opening. Fox pulled on her hair and she rose slightly and the
woman pushed her back.
	"Oh!" she gasped.
	The corner of the desk pressed directly into the base of the pencil
box and she felt a hot punch in her gut.
	At the same time Fox pulled her head lower, forcing her to bend at
the waist until she was looking at the woman's pussy.
	"You know what's required of you, slut," Fox growled.
	She pushed back again and the pencil box jammed harder against
Jamie's cervix.
	The girl whimpered, then licked out, her tongue sliding up along the
woman's tightly closed slit.
	"That's it, my little girl," Fox purred. "This is the kind of thing
we need to teach a girl like you, not all that silly stuff about
combat. Dollies and dildos are what your life should be about."
	She jammed her sex back against the corner once again, and Jamie
moaned, licking harder, her tongue sliding up along the woman's
clitoris. As she licked, however, the woman continued to slowly pump
her backwards against the corner of the desk, so that the pencil box
ground steadily against her insides. The pain was a dull thing now,
and her numbed senses began to twist under the strange heat within her
body and mind.
	Inside her body was a thick, hard object that jerked and twisted with
every movement of her quivering body. Her breasts hung beneath her as
she licked at Fox's pussy, and every time the woman slid a hand down
to squeeze and knead one heat gushed through Jamie's chest.
	"Dirty little whore," the woman purred. "Little fuck toy. Lick me,
fuck toy. Show me what you were made for."
	She picked up her riding crop, sliding it across the bowing woman's
back, then slid it beneath her and worked the tip up against Jamie's
clitoris. She sawed it back and forth there, and the lust and need and
pleasure soared within the quivering young woman.
	"Dirty girl," Fox whispered.
	She let the tip slap lightly against Jamie's clitoris, then again,
then again, and sparks of pleasure and pain snapped and crackled
inside her. She drew it back and slapped lightly at the side of one
dangling breast, then slapped harder, so that Jamie sobbed and briefly
interrupted her licking.
	"Keep working, slut. You know you need to be punished for your
sluttish ways."
	She eased the crop back along Jamie's belly and began to saw it along
her sex once more, rubbing at her clitoris. Jamie whimpered and
resumed licking, her tongue working desperately, if inexpertly against
the older woman's slit and clitoris.
	Her mind in pain and confusion, her body burned with hunger and lust.
Jamie sensed an orgasm approaching, and gave herself up to it. Her
body began to jerk and grind harder against the corner of the desk,
and then, just as the orgasm hit, Fox shoved her back hard. She felt
something inside her give, and the pencil box thrust deeper inside
her, allowing her pubic lips to close.
	Pain screamed, pleasure howled, and she bucked and jerked in mindless
response, dazed and sobbing, face ground into Fox's sex. She
staggered, her legs giving way, and fell to her knees.
	The orgasm ripped into her, not in a long, steady wave, but in a
series of rapidly escalating shocks, one coming hard on the heels of
the next, each greater and greater in strength and duration. Her pussy
was having contractions and spasms, as if seeking to expel the thick,
bulging object inside itself.
	Instead, as her cum grew and lingered, she felt the thing slide even
deeper, felt her inner forces sucking the thing up into her belly,
felt it's hardness move higher. She whimpered in stunned amazement,
the end of the orgasm finally seeping from her body, leaving it a
numbed shell.
	Fox brought the crop down on her back and Jamie jerked in response,
fluttering eyes opening.
	"Back to work, slut."
	Jamie stared at the woman's moist sex, then as the crop came down
again and Fox pulled her head forward, began to lick once again.
	Jamie began awkwardly tonguing the moist opening, sliding her stiff
tongue up and down the tight slit, now and then pushing deeper,
scooping out moist lubrication. She searched higher, looking for the
Major's clit, then pushed her pussy lips aside and found it.
	The first touch of her tongue sent a fiery tongue of flame into the
major, who groaned in response. She staggered back, dragging Jamie
with her, and fell across the bed. She spread her legs far, and fist
still tightly gripping Jamie's wrists and hair, she pulled hte girl up
against her. Jamie continued to lick, wanting to please the Major,
wanting to make her happy, to perhaps make her like her.
	"Oh... Oh... yeeessssssss! Oh Honey! Ohhhh baby!"  Fox groaned. 
	Jamie was lapping furiously at her crotch, tonguing everything in
sight. She washed down the Major's groin, licking and sucking and
nibbling everywhere.
	She focussed her slobbering tongue on the Major's clit, licking
around and around, then back and forth, trying to remember how she
liked it best herself, keeping careful pace with the older woman's
humping and jerking.
	She slid her tongue upward along the slit and folded her lips around
the clit, sucking it in as her tongue worked back and forth on it,
feeling suddenly elated as the woman grunted and moaned in pleasure.
	Fox began to grind herself upwards, and her legs rose, feet coming
down on Jamie's back, thighs pressing into the sides of her head as
she tried to jam her face deeper and harder against her sex.
	"Lick," she panted. "Lick, slut. Lick!"
	Fox's breath was coming in short, sharp pants now, and her head was
rolling from side to side. She let go of Jamie's hands at last, her
hands shifting to the sides and top of her head, jamming her in as she
humped up into her face, her thighs slamming repeatedly against
Jamie's ears as she approached climax.
	"Yes!" she gasped. "Oh yes! Yes! Yes!"
	She came, bucking and grinding against Jamie's face, moaning and
writhing in ecstasy as the pleasure coursed through her veins.
	Then she collapsed, like a switch had been thrown. Her hands slipped
from Jamie's head and dropped lifelessly to the mattress. Jamie slowly
raised her head, looking dazed and apprehensive.
	Fox slowly opened her eyes. The two stared at each other, and after a
moment Fox smiled.
	It was a frightening sight.

	The only physical sign of what had transpired between them were the
painful welts on Jamie's buttocks. Though, perhaps a careful observer
would notice an slight change in the way the two treated each other.
	Fox no longer considered her merely a subordinate tasked with staff
work, but a plaything to be used for her pleasure - whenever and
wherever she so desired.
	She was a busy woman, of course, so these liaisons were always
difficult to arrange. It was unthinkable for either to be seen in the
other's quarters with any kind of regularity, and having the door to
the office locked would likewise draw rumours and innuendo.
	After hours, however, when the offices cleared out, Fox would often
lock the office door. Then Jamie would strip as the Major sat at her
desk, watching hungrily, and, submissively, she would kneel before the
chair, carefully push back the Major's skirt, pull down her panties,
and begin a long dance with her tongue and lips against Lauren's sex.
	Often, as if to demonstrate her superiority and greater strength,
Lauren would simply take Jamie, take her the way a strong cruel man
would take a woman, using her at a whim, then walking away.
	She gloried in it, in being able to do as she wished with the nubile
young woman, in making free with the girl's lithe body. She reveled in
her control over the submissive blonde, abusing that control
shamelessly.
	For Jamie, the situation was a confusing, frightening, worrying, and
yet oddly wonderful thing, a thing beyond her control. Unlike Fox, she
was not a lesbian, had had no other sexual contact with a female, and
no experience with the rude, dominating force her commander displayed
with her.
	It was not so much that she was intimidated and fearful of Lauren's
greater rank, experience, and strength, it was instead, as if the
older woman's dominance freed her of all constraints and guilt. It was
as if, for the first time in her life, she didn't have to show the
world any strength or confidence, didn't have to prove her ability or
competence. Instead she could simply go along with her mistress's
orders, like a good soldier.

	One morning, while she was going through the mail, an officer walked
into the office. This in itself was hardly anything new, and Jamie
glanced up casually, then back at the envelope she was opening. Then
the image her eyes had seen managed to penetrate the slight morning
fog she was under and she looked quickly back.
	He was a Captain, though obviously no paper pusher. His uniform patch
marked him as one of those secret commando types from the sealed off
area of the inner base, the area the rest of them weren't allowed to
enter.
	It wasn't his uniform that grabbed her attention though, but the way
it was filled out. The Captain's big uniform shirt bulged out in all
directions, encasing an enormous barrel of a chest. His shoulders were
huge, and the bare arms beneath the short sleeves were bigger than
Jamie's thighs, bulging with muscles and tanned a deep brown.
	She had to tilt her head back to see up to his head, which must have
topped six and a half feet. He had short, wavy, light brown hair, and
a bushy moustache. His blue eyes seemed the colour of the cloudless
sky, and his face was straight off a recruiting poster, strong,
angular, with a jutting jaw and shining white teeth.
	"Well, hello there, beautiful," the man said.
Jamie stared at him in stunned amazement, her thinking processes tied
up completely as she sought to engrave the image on her memory
forever.
	"Something wrong?" he asked, his eyes twinkling like the stars.
	"Uhhh... no... NO!" She jumped up from her desk.
	"Good morning, Sir!"
	"Good morning," he repeated.
	"Is there something I can do to help you, Captain?" she asked, her
eyes moving up and down over him with dizzying speed.
	"Well now, that depends."
	"Ye... yes, sir?" she stuttered.
	He sat on the edge of her desk, grinning. "Are you free for dinner?"
	"Tonight?" she asked, breathlessly. 
	He nodded.
	"Ummm... yes. I am."
	"Good. I'll pick you up at seven."
	"Great."
	"Now, can I see Major Fox?"
	"Huh? Oh! Yes, Sir!" 
	She picked up the phone to announce him and then looked back in
chagrin.
	"Uh... I don't know your name."
	"Steve... Steve Wood."
	"Captain Wood to see you, Major," she said into the phone.
	"Send him in," Fox replied.
	"Yes, Ma'am," she said, her eyes never leaving Captain Wood and his
smile. "She said you could go in, Sir."
	"Thanks, Beautiful... I mean, Lieutenant, Beautiful." 
	Jamie blushed. "Jamie Connel," she said. The Captain winked in reply
and went in.
	Jamie nearly fell into her chair after the door closed. She closed
her eyes and fanned her face with her hand. Then she twisted quickly
around and grabbed her handbag, tearing out her compact and checking
her hair and makeup.
	When Fox showed the captain out Jamie tried her best to show nothing
but casual interest, but the woman's eyes sharpened as she stared at
her assistant.
	"Pretty yourself up for me, Connel?"
	Jamie jerked in surprise, her head twisting as Major Fox moved
closer. She stood quickly, her heart pounding.
	"No, Major! I mean, uhm..."
	Fox's hand cupped her bottom and she smirked down at the girl.
	"For the captain? Yes, he is a lovely young male isn't he? I can
imagine a sluttish young girl like you wanting to make yourself
look... pretty for him."
	"I wasn't..."
	"After all, what you really need is a stiff cock inside you, isn't
that true, Connel?"
	Jamie dropped her eyes, blushing.
	"Yes, Ma'am," she said, knowing what the woman wanted to hear.
	"Come into my office, slut. I have some... dictating I want you to
do."
	Jamie followed her in, her heart skipping a beat as the major locked
the office door.
	She turned and saw the Major smiling in a particularly cold-blooded
way.
	"We want to make you even prettier for the young man," she said. "I
know just how to help."

	The Captain looked even better when he showed up to pick her up,
wearing civilian clothes, jeans and a checked shirt. "Hi," she said,
gazing into his eyes.
	"Hi, there, Jamie."
	"I forgot to tell you where I lived," she said nervously.
	"No matter. I have friends in high places."
	"Oh, uhm, Good." 
	"Shall we go?"
	"Where to? Officers mess?"
	"Not a chance. Way to boring. I know this little place in town we can
go."
	"I thought the bars in town were off limits because of the
guerrillas."
	"Most of them are. Not this one."
	"Oh. Well, I guess you know better than me. I'm just a paper pusher."
	"Oh, we keep up to date on things like that, believe me," he grinned.
	He had the nicest teeth, Jamie thought. She followed him to the jeep
and got in for the short ride to the nearby town.

	If Jamie was panting with delight over Steve Wood's features, Steve
wasn't far behind. His first sight of the delightfully shaped
Lieutenant had sent his pulse racing. Now, clad in a short, thin,
colourful dress that exposed her gorgeous legs, as well as the true
scope of her bustline, she was irresistible.
	He took her to El Cantina, a cheap but sanitary club specializing in
dancing for the neighbouring ranch hands and their girls. It was a
raucous club, but one he'd found far more interesting than the boring
drabness of the base clubs.
	They moved into the dimly lit bar and found a table in a corner.
	"Want a tequila?" He asked.
	"Yes, thanks."
	He made his way to the bar and fetched them, keeping his eye on her
the entire time, afraid some guy would spot her and try to move in. He
hurried back and slid the drinks onto the table, then sat down across
from her, his eyes drinking in her beauty.
	"This place sure is noisy," she yelled.
	"Yeah, I know. But the music is great," He yelled back. She sipped
from the tequila, wrinkling her nose at its strength.
	"Sooo... What's a nice girl like you doing in a hell hole like this?
	"Surviving mostly. I just go where the army tells me. What about you?
You're from behind the wire, aren't you? We're supposed to pretend you
guys don't even exist."
	"Is that why I have such a hard time getting a date?" he grinned. She
giggled in response.
	"I can't believe you have any trouble getting dates." 
	"How would you like to dance?" he grinned.
She glanced at the couples gyrating on the crowded floor, and back at
Steve.
	"I dunno... " she sighed.
	"Haven't you ever danced the Lambada?"
	"Oh of course!" She lied.
	"Well then... " He got up and held his hand out to her, laughing in
anticipation. She took his hand gingerly and he jerked her up and out
onto the dance floor.

	He started swaying sensuously to the music. Of course, he was a
fantastic dancer, she thought, nervously trying to emulate him, but
not daring to make the kind of moves the rest of the crowd were using.
Soon however, she didn't have any choice, as Steve started grinding
his legs between hers and pushing his crotch against her inner thighs.
	After a bit, she ground herself back, not wanting to appear like a
prude. She found herself liking this dance, even though it was
incredibly daring and kind of dirty. What her mother would think if
she saw her doing it, she shuddered to imagine.
	They danced through three songs, and then dropped exhaustedly into
their chairs. Steve jumped up almost immediately, going to the bar for
more tequilas.
	He wouldn't tell her much about what he did behind the wire, and she
didn't ask. Instead, she found herself telling her life story, pouring
out her soul as she couldn't remember doing to anyone before. He was a
good listener, and his stories of army life were often hilarious.
	She'd known after the first half hour that she was going to sleep
with him, but she couldn't that night, and cursed Major Fox bitterly
as her hormones thrummed and her loins began to thrum with longing. He
was so sexy, and she was sure he would be marvellous in bed, and it
had been a long time... not counting Fox.
	She thought back to that afternoon in the Major's office, laying back
across the narrow table, body bowed painfully, arms and legs tied to
legs on opposite ends, the ropes pulling painfully as if she could
fold completely across the narrow table.
	The table had been barely wide enough to support the centre of her
torso. Her head and shoulders were pulled over one side, her legs over
the other.
	"We know that young men have needs, Connel," she'd said, letting her
riding crop slide back and forth over the panting young woman's bowed
body. "We know they look for likely young sluts to satisfy that need.
Sluts with big breasts..."
	The crop slashed down across Jamie's breasts and she screamed into
the makeshift gag Fox had stuffed into her mouth, her body twisting
and bucking as fire exploded across her straining chest.
	"Big fat breasts."
	The crop lashed down again, and another fiery blast of pain tore at
her, as her body bucked and twisted frantically.
	"Big, fat, soft breasts."
	Again the crop snapped in, the tip catching one fat nipple so that
Jamie felt the pain as sharp as a knife.
	"But you aren't going to give in to his desires, are you, Connel?"
	Another slash of the crop.
	"Because you're too modest.
	Crack!
	"You're too much of a lady."
	Crack!
	"And you know that your body was put here for my use, and not anyone
else's."
	Crack!
	"I'm a generous woman, as well. I've brought a present which I know a
sluttish little girl like you would just adore. It's a secret,
however, so I don't want you showing it to anyone else, particularly
not horny young men with big dirty cocks."

	God he was sexy, she thought longingly.
	Her breasts ached beneath the dress, her nipples especially so. She
had used a salve and ointments to ease the pain, and taken a few pills
to dull it further, but the angry red stripes still felt hot. And were
all too visible, or would be, if she allowed him to get her dress off.
	How could she explain to him? What would she say? What would he think
of her?
	They danced again, and his hands caressed her buttocks, his teeth
nibbling at her earlobe. Her breathing came faster, and she felt her
lower belly growing moist and heavy. One of his hands slid around her
in the darkened bar, and she felt his hand pressing up into her groin.
	She almost swooned, and their tongues duelled as their lips moved
together.
	Could she do it, in the dark? But no, even in the dark he would know.
There was no way to conceal - .
	"Oohh," she gasped as he squeezed one breast.
	A mixture of pain and pleasure had her face flushing, and a moment
later his lips crushed hers again as he pushed her back into a corner,
grinding his pelvis against her. She felt his erection, and reached
down instinctively, running her hand back and forth over it through
his pants.
	She wanted him! Oh how she wanted him! But she couldn't! And Fox had
made it clear that if she did she would be punished.
	"I'll see you home," he said, smiling.
	"I... I... yes," she panted.


THREE

	She could not persuade him to stay in the car, could not stop kissing
him at the door, could not keep him from sliding through it with her,
and the feel of his lips and teeth on the nape of her neck were making
her knees weak and her toes curl.
	And then before she realized what had happened he had unfastened the
back of her dress, pulling it down to expose her breasts. She tried to
cover herself but he grasped her hands, very much as Fox had, pressing
them against the door above her head as his lips moved over the nape
of her neck and down the top of her chest.
	"W-wait," she gasped. "I... we... can't..."
	His lips moved over the curving top of her breasts, his tongue
sliding into her cleavage.
	"I... no... I..."
	And then her bra popped open and he stared in amazement as her face
burned.
	"Whoah," he said.
	Her breasts were criss-crossed with welts, and more. For the present
Fox had given her were nipple rings. She had not asked if Jamie wanted
them either. Nor had she asked if she wanted her nipples pierced. She
had done the job right there in the office, while Jamie was bent back
across the desk and helpless, piercing both nipples with a device she
had obtained somewhere, and then placing two gold rings through them.
	The rings were closed with pliers so that Jamie could not remove
them, at least, not without difficulty and not without damaging them.
	He released her wrists, taking a step back, and her arms fell as she
crossed them before her breasts, wincing slightly.
	"Kinky," he said uncertainly.
	"I... yes," she gulped.
	"Anyone I know?"
	She shook her head mutely.
	"I bet that... hurt," he said, looking at the welts.
	"It uhm, it..."
	"But I've heard about girls like that."
	"Yes," she said helplessly.
	"I don't mind."
	"You ahm, don't?"
	"It's not something I've really done much of. I mean, I had a girl
once who liked to be tied up, but that was about it. She really got
off on it, too."
	A grin reappeared on his face and he moved in closer.
	"We had a helluva time there before I was transferred."
	"But I..."
	His lips were on hers again, and his hands pulled hers up and away,
and then his lips were on her nipples, taking them in rings and all,
his tongue twisting and teasing the rings as he sucked gently on her
nipples. It ached, but the ache was a hot, heady thing which sent
ripples of excitement along her spine.

	He pushed her dress down further, until it dropped at a pool at her
feet, then his hand was between her legs, stroking and caressing. He
gripped the thin elastic that surrounded her waist and tore it apart,
ripping her panties off and leaving her nude.
	He dropped to his knees before her and plunged his tongue into her
sex. Jamie cried out softly, arching her back, then again as his hands
rose and gripped her breasts, squeezing and kneading.
	Her legs spread and her head rolled against the door as a wall of
sensual heat rolled over. She began to grind her buttocks against the
door, to push herself back against him. Her hands grasped his head to
steady herself, and she moaned as his tongue whipped expertly across
her clitoris.
	He squeezed her bottom, then stood up, lifting her high into the air,
carrying her to the nearby table and sitting her on it. He grinned as
he straightened, tearing his shirt off over his head. His hands shoved
his pants down as he kicked his shoes against the far wall, then his
underwear followed.
	Jamie fell back across the table, gasping for breath. She raised her
legs, putting her feet on the edge of the table, spreading her knees
wide. She peeked through them as the now naked Captain turned his full
attention on her body. Her eyes blinked in surprise as they beheld the
size of his long, thick cock, pointing straight out from his furry
pubic hair.
	"Oh Goddddd," she moaned.
	"It's all for you, Baby," he hissed, pushing his fat cockhead against
her wet pussy opening. He moved slowly into her, forcing her pussy
lips farther and farther apart until his cockhead rested just inside
her hot, steamy depths.
	"Fuck me!" she groaned. "Fuck me!"
	He pushed forward, his hands going to her legs and shoving them up
and back. Jamie slid downwards on the table, going onto her shoulders
as Steve pushed her knees up against her chest and pushed his cock
into her. She felt a deep, fullness, a stretching, almost to the point
of pain.
	His log of a prick moved into her body, shoving aside her thin,
delicate pussy flesh as it sought to bury itself fully in her warm
silky depths.
	"Oh! Ohhh! Oh! It's so big!" she gasped.
	"You bet it is, baby!" He thrust forward again, driving another inch
of prick meat into her body.
	"It's twelve and a half inches long!" he gasped. "It's gonna ream you
out like you never felt before!"
	"Do it! Fuck me! Fuck the shit out of me!" she cried.
	He pushed deeper, forcing his thick cock high into her lower belly,
and still pressing further. Jamie was gasping and grunting in pain and
numbed pleasure, her every sense trained on the enormous cock working
its way upwards in her body. Her pussy strained and groaned around the
thick girth of the intruder.
	His massive cock, like a train, slowing and coming to rest, touched
her cervix, mashing up against it. Jamie looked down through slitted
eyes and groaned anew, seeing that several inches of cock meat was
still outside her pussy lips.
	"I can't take it!" she gasped.
	"You'll take it!" he gasped. 
	He pulled back, an inch, no more, and then jerked forward, sending
his cockhead crashing into her cervix. Jamie yelped, and jerked
against the table. Steve repeated the act, then again, and again,
smashing at the back wall of her sex like a medieval battering ram
trying to break through a castle door.
	Jamie whimpered and closed her eyes, a fiery ache seizing her loins
as the massive prong bashed into her. She didn't feel it going deeper,
though suddenly, his groin was slapping against her upturned buttocks.
She looked down fearfully and saw Steve's pubic hair crushed against
hers.
	"It's in!" she gasped. "It's all inside me!"
	"You got it all!" he moaned, grinding against her. 
	His mouth fastened against hers and her tongue shot upward hungrily.
His hips jerked from side to side as he tried to tear open a tunnel
for his rutting use.
	Jamie pried her legs apart, sliding her feet up over his shoulders as
he began to slowly work his long prick back down the length of her
hungry tunnel. Steve drew his cock out only half way, then slid it
slowly back into her, mashing again against her cervix, then past it
until he'd crushed his cock into her.
	He pulled out again, keeping it slow and steady, sliding his cockhead
out until it was just inside her taut pubic lips, then driving it down
her pussy again. Jamie writhed against him and he grabbed her ankles,
forcing them up against the side of her head as the girl started to
cum.
	"Ye... yeaassss... oh... oh... oh... oh..."
	"Take it! Take it!" he groaned.
	"Fuck me! Fuck meeeeeeee!" she gasped, shuddering as his seemingly
endless cock moved into her with a smooth, slow movement, rasping
steadily across her exposed clitty and driving her into a shuddering
orgasm.
	From the doorway, opened just a crack by her master key, Major Fox
watched grimly, her face a savage hint of the rage within her. She
cursed silently, watching the Captain's thick cock slide down into the
blonde lieutenant, and watching Jamie shake through an orgasm.
	So you like cock, do you, you good for nothing WHORE! I'll see that
you get lots of cocks up your stinking, sluttish cunt! BITCH! FUCKING
CUNT!
	Major Fox seethed, almost ready to rush into the room and confront
the lovers. She felt betrayed, and held herself in check, only by
thoughts of the revenge she'd work on the stinking little tramp.
	"Harder! Harder! Oh God! OH MY GOD!" Jamie groaned.
"Take it!" Yeah!" Uhhh... Uhhh... Uhhh... Uhhh... Uhhh..," he growled,
slamming his prong into her furiously.
	"So Good!" she whined. "Oh! God! Yessss! Yessss!"
	He used the entire length of his pole, stuffing it into her
repeatedly, not pausing an instant now, her puddy thoroughly reamed
for him. He pumped into her like a machine, his dick tearing in and
out of her glistening pink opening.
	She shook her head furiously, grinding her teeth as another orgasm
washed over her. Her pussy was screaming with pleasure, sending long
furious bolts of ecstatic wonder flashing through her belly and up her
spine to her brain.
	"Ngghhh! Ngghhh! Ngh! Ngh! Ngh! Ngh! Ngh! Ngh! Ngh! Ngh! Ngh!!" 
	She grunted continuously as his pile driving prong pistoned in and
out of her furry centre, pounding up and down in her tight, sensitive
sex, and bruising her deep in the pit of her belly. His cock churned
up in her guts, making her insides quiver like jelly.
	"Oh FUCK!" he gasped. 
	His hands seized her jiggling breasts and squeezed them, his fingers
cutting deep valleys in the oozing flesh. He bent and licked along the
red lines, then gripped one of the rings in his teeth and pulled
upwards, stretching her nipple until she cried in pain.

	He slammed his hips forward, driving his steely pole of meat down the
black pit of her mons with greater and greater power as his orgasm
approached.
	His hands slid under her, lifting her from the table. Her legs went
around him, wide as they sought to lock around his body. Steve's
strong hands easily supported her, slamming her against him as he
continued to pump his loins in and out.
	Jamie couldn't reach his shoulders with her hands, couldn't even come
close. She fell backwards, almost horizontal as Steve slammed his cock
into her relentlessly. Her legs were bent at the knees, and clutched
tightly against his sides as he hurled her forward and back.
	She bent backwards, downwards, her spine stretching as her head and
hands fell towards the floor. Steve continued to hold her, his hands
around her tiny waist, his fingers interlocked as he jerked her
against him, fucking her like she was a rag doll.
	She groaned and whined in ecstatic release, feeling cum juice
spraying into her. Steve howled and jerked her upward, her breasts
smashing against his iron like rib cage, flattening against him as he
clutched her against him and emptied himself into her sucking nether
cavity.

	Jamie stood at attention in Fox's office as the Major glared at her
imperiously. "You look like you have a hangover, Connel!" she snapped.
	"No, Ma'am," Jamie replied.
	"Are you arguing with me?"
	"No, Ma'am."
	"Good. I've got a job for you today, Connel."
	"Yes, Ma'am."
	"We're sending a load of supplies to the government depot at San
Miguel. You're going to lead it."
	"Me, Ma'am?"
	"I just said you, didn't I?"
	"Yes, Ma'am."
	"It's time for you to get off your fat round little ass and do some
work for a change!"
	"Yes, Ma'am!"
	Fox stepped closer, looking down distastefully at the woman,
remembering how Jamie's voice had risen in ecstasy the other night as
a fat cock had rutted into her.
	"You're nothing but a cheap little slut!"
	"Yes, Ma'am."
	"You think you can sit around here all day just because I let you
suck me off?"
	"No ma'am." Jamie knew that when Fox was in one of her moods, the
only thing to do was agree with her.
	"Here are your orders. Take the coast road and be back by four."
	"Yes, Ma'am!" Jamie saluted and took the orders, then turned and
quick marched out of the office. Oh well, she thought, at least it
wasn't too hot today. It would be a nice break to get out for a while.

	Jesus knelt on the low hill, watching the road. There hadn't been a
Yanqee vehicle on this road for weeks now. The peoples resistance had
made it too dangerous. Nina insisted that there would be one this
morning, though.
	Nina was an excellent source of information. She'd seldom been wrong
before. She claimed that there would be a truck loaded with
ammunition, unguarded! This was hard to believe, but Jesus could not
afford the mistake of being unprepared. The Yanquees had done some
stupid things in the past.
	Not only was the truck unguarded, and loaded with ammunition. But,
claimed Nina, there was a female Yanquee officer who was the lover of
a very high ranking American General, and who knew all the plans for
the destruction of the resistance forces in this area.
	Seizing her would be an enormous coup! If Nina was correct, of
course. Surely the Yanquees would not be so stupido? Then an idea came
to him. Nina's thighs were the delight of the province. Perhaps she
had driven some Yanquee pig so mad with lust he had agreed to turn on
his own kind. Yanquees were a weak bunch to be sure.
	He sat and watched, careful not to move. Across from him, Miguel and
Jose also sat, as did the other men. The ambush would be quick and
professional, as always.
	There! A vehicle approached, and painted army green. His eyes stared
at it as it came closer and closer, got bigger and bigger.
	George Fuller scanned the road carefully. He'd heard this road was
supposed to be off limits. The lieutenant insisted, though, so what
could a poor grunt do about it? He glanced to the side, his eyes
flicking over the small woman, trying to penetrate the thick green
camouflage jacket she wore.
	He was so busy trying to see between a pair of buttons to the pink
flesh beneath, that he almost didn't stop in time. A tree crashed to
the ground just in front of the truck and he jammed on the brakes,
skidding from side to side on the dirt road until the bumper crashed
into the leafy barrier.
	He reached quickly for the M-16 beside him, but the door was yanked
open and he was dragged down out of the cab before he could pull it
free. He looked up at several Kalashnikovs pointing at his face. One
of the ragged men holding one, yelled something at him in Spanish and
he hesitantly put his hands up.
	Jamie was dragged from the other side of the cab and sent tumbling
into the dirt. She grabbed for the automatic in her holster, jerking
it free and centring it on a charging figure. A foot crashed into her
wrist, sending the gun flying before she could fire.
	A hand grabbed her hair from behind and jerked her up and back,
another hand twisting her arm up behind her back. She yelped in pain,
her arm almost broken as it was forced upwards. A dirty, skinny man
walked towards her, his face half obscured by several days growth of
beard.
	"That was not so nice, Yanquee." he grinned.
	"I... I am an American Off.."
	His hand slashed down, cracking across her face, and slamming her
head to the side.
	"Silencio! You will speak when I tell you to. For now, you will keep
silent until we are at our base!" He nodded at whoever held her and
she was jerked around and frogmarched up a low hill. She could see a
dozen Latin men moving around the rear of the truck, tearing out boxes
and breaking them open.
	At the top of the hill, a foot tripped her, sending her sprawling
forward onto her face. Her hands were jerked behind her and forced up,
her elbows twisted together and painfully bound there. "Get up!" said
the voice behind her, a female voice. A hand grabbed her hair and
jerked her to her feet, then a hand pushed her forward.
	"Move!" the woman's voice said again.
	Jamie was marched through the thick jungle, slapped and kicked
whenever she slowed, pulled up by the hair when she fell. Then she
heard the woman behind her slip and fall with a curse. She jumped to
one side and raced through the thick undergrowth, hoping to lose her
captors.
	There was cursing and yelling behind her, and the sounds of bodies
crashing through the brush. Her chest heaved as she tried to put space
between her and her pursuers. Her awkward position, arms bound behind
her, was he downfall as she slipped twice, finally crashing into the
side of a tree and falling on her face.
	Feet crashed through the brush near her, and then stopped. She heard
heavy breathing and the woman's voice hissing low Spanish curses. A
heavy boot crashed into her right side, then into her shoulder. She
yelled in pain, her legs and feet struggling to get her upright. The
foot crashed into her behind as she rose, sending her sprawling
forward again.
	Then she was kicked right between the legs. The boot crashing
straight into her pussy. She cried out in pain, rolling onto her back
and drawing her legs up to try to ward off her attacker. Her eyes
opened in surprise as she saw her attacker, a furious, wild eyed young
girl of no more than eighteen.
	The girl kicked her again, her foot lashing forward and cracking into
Jamie's hip.
	"Stop! Stop! No!" Jamie cried, wriggling on the ground as the girl
continued to kick her. She jerked onto her side and the girl's foot
smashed into her belly, knocking the air out of her and leaving her
gasping like a fish out of water.
	Then the girl stopped, the sound of her breathing still loud in the
quiet jungle. She cursed Jamie again, low in her throat, stepping
forward. She smashed the heel of her boot down on Jamie's thick breast
as the American woman lay on her side, grinding the heel into the
tender flesh.
	"Maria! Do you have her?"
	"I have her," the girl snarled. She reached down and grabbed Jamie's
hair, pulling her up by it, despite the blonde woman's scream of pain.
	"Fuckeeng Whooore!" the girl hissed. She produced another rope and
tied it around Jamie's throat, tight, then twisted the other end
around her fist.
	"You move, beetch." she shoved Jamie, who was bent over, gasping,
trying to regain her breath.

	Steve rapped smartly on Jamie's door, humming to himself as he
thought of the good times he'd have tonight. Jamie was the hottest
little number he'd been involved with for years. Not only was she a
dynamite looking girl, but was military, understanding the many
unspoken signals he sent.
	Besides that he just plain liked her. Steve couldn't remember the
last time he'd liked a woman's company as much as he'd enjoyed Jamie's
the other night. There was something about the girl that was so fresh
and bright, and sexy besides. He'd been thinking about her all
morning.
	No answer. He checked his watch. It was after four. She should be off
duty by now. He walked down the hall, heading towards the staff rooms.
Maybe she'd had to work late today because of that idiotic truck
hijacking over on the coast road. Some moron had driven an army truck
loaded with supplies down there and naturally gotten himself captured
by the communist guerrillas.
	Well, it took all kinds to make a world, even assholes and morons. He
pushed open the swinging doors and walked into the big office. It was
nearly empty, only a sergeant sitting by a desk in the corner. He
walked through to Fox's office and tried the knob. It was locked. He
knocked.
	"She's gone to her quarters, Captain," the sergeant said.
	"You mean the Major?"
	"Yes, Sir."
	"I was looking for Lieutenant Connel."
	The sergeant looked at him curiously.
	"Uh... Didn't you hear, Sir?"
	"Hear what?"
	"About the truck hijacking."
	"What about it?"
	"Lieutenant Connel was on the truck, Sir."
Steve felt like he'd just been punched hard in the stomach.
	"What!?"
	The sergeant nodded.
	"What the fuck was she doing on a supply truck?"
	"Don't know, Sir. She didn't normally go on supply runs, or any other
kind of runs."
	"Well what was she doing on this one?"
	"You'd have to ask Major Fox, Sir."
	"Fucking right I will!" He growled.
	He slammed out of the room, heading for the women's dorm in officers
country. Half way there, he realized that he didn't even know which
room the major held and turned towards central HQ instead. As
expected, the operations officers were in place in the red lit room,
their eyes scanning the various printers and computer screens before
them.
	Few people were allowed entry here, but his pass got him through. He
spotted Jack Robinson in a corner, talking on the phone. He went over
to his desk and sat down, waiting for him to finish. Jack waved
welcome, and finished talking to some Colonel, then hung up.
	"Good to see you Steve."
	"Yeah, me too. Listen, what the fuck happened today on the Coast
road?"
	"Beats the hell out of me. Some office girl Lieutenant took a wrong
turn or something and got her ass caught."
	"That's my girlfriend."
	"Oh. Sorry, Steve."
	"What was she doing on that fucking truck? She never went on supply
runs."
	"They're a little short staffed in supply. Her boss offered her. Regs
call for an officer for ammo supplies and all she had to do was sit
beside the driver and sign the paperwork.
	"How did they end up on the Coast road?"
	"No idea. Nobody knows."
	"You sure she's alive?"
	"No blood and no bodies found at the scene. She and the driver were
taken away. They wouldn't do that if they were dead."
	"Shit!"
	"Uh, huh. Didn't know you had a girlfriend."
	"Well. We only had one date."
	Jack snickered and Steve glared at him.
	"I like her, okay. I want her back."
	"Don't blame you. She's supposed to be some looker."
	"Where the fuck did they take her?"
	"Hell, Steve. We don't know that. We knew where their base was, we'd
go in there and blast hell out of them."
	"Who's on this?"
	"Flannagan."
	"That asshole?! He couldn't find his own ass with a bloodhound to
help!"
	"It's his turn."
	"Fuck that! I wanna take this."
	"You'll have to talk to the Colonel."
	"Fucking right I will!"
	"You know..," Jack said.
	"What?"
	"It was real funny, that ambush. Usually the amigos just spray the
cab with bullets and kill everyone. This time they dropped a fuckin
tree in front of it and took them prisoners. Why'd they do that? What
was different about this?"
	"There was a woman in the truck."
	"Shit! That never stopped these locos before. They killed plenty of
women. Remember that local governor's wife and kids."
	Steve nodded unhappily. The woman and girls had been raped, tortured
and finally impaled, their naked, upright bodies staring at the
morning traffic on the main roadway as if they were standing up. Their
toes were inches from the ground though.
	"They wouldn't have known she was there in time to change their
plans, even if they did give a damn."
	"Unless it was an inside job. Colonel figures they musta known the
truck was heading there and who'd be on it."
	"How would they know that if the truck wasn't supposed to be there in
the first place?"
	"Maybe the driver or the girl were in on it."
	"Jamie wasn't in on anything!"
	"Okay, okay. The driver then."
	"I'm gonna fuckin' find out, and if those fucking commies touch her
I'll see their skinned alive."
	"Gotta catch em' first man."
	"I will," Steve promised. His eyes like ice.


FOUR

	Finally they shoved Jamie forward through a low tangle of barbed wire
and she fell exhaustedly to her knees in a low trench. Once again,
Maria dragged her to her feet by the short rope, almost strangling her
in the process.
	Jamie was a sweaty, dirty, bedraggled mess as she was led in amongst
a group of tiny huts amidst the trees. Almost no sky was visible
overhead as the guerrillas used the trees to hide their base from
overflying aircraft. Maria booted her in the ass, sending her
stumbling forward into a rutted track that served for a road.
	She stood up and Maria shoved her forward again, knocking her into
the back of the Guerrilla ahead of her. He turned with a curse, his
hand cracking against her face and sending her to her back in the dirt
once more.
	"We will question her later," Jesus said. "You watch her Maria."
	"Si," she said, unhappily. 
	She dragged Jamie up by the hair again, shoving and kicking her
forward until she was outside a low hut, then throwing her down on her
side there on a low hillock. Maria sat down a few yards away, pulling
out a canteen and drinking deeply.
	Jamie looked at her tiredly, her body aching in almost every square
inch. She watched the water hungrily, watched as the girl upended the
canteen, pouring it down her chest with a sigh of relief. She turned
and saw Jamie, then smiled nastily and deliberately put the canteen
away.
	Several guerillas came over to stand and squat around Maria, talking
to her in low voices, apparently asking about Jamie. Maria replied in
a sneering voice, her eyes flashing and hands waving as she talked.
Some of the men laughed loudly.
	Then Maria said something softly and the others regarded her with a
different kind of face, their eyes no longer amused, instead,
thoughtful. Jamie looked away, trying to turn over and look for
Private Hanlon. She'd heard him grunting and cursing along behind her
the entire trip from the ambush.
	Then one of the men grabbed her foot, the one on top and lifted it in
the air. She barely had the energy to protest as he undid her laces
and pulled off her boot. He dropped her foot, then knelt and
unfastened the other, pulling both off her feet.
	Jamie was still on her side, half conscious as sweat blinded her and
made a sopping rag of her uniform. She kicked out weakly, receiving a
swift kick in the hip for her trouble. Maria said something in a high,
cackling voice, her laughter and amusement obvious, despite the
language gap.
	She knelt beside Jamie, then her fingers reached for Jamie's belt,
unsnapping it and unbuttoning her trousers. Jamie twisted feebly as
the girl nimbly undid the buttons and pulled down the zipper. She
grabbed Jamie's pants and jerked them down her legs and off.
	Jamie whimpered helplessly, trying to draw her knees up and cover
herself, but the girl was relentless, jerking and twisting her panties
down and off, leaving her naked below the waist. There were
appreciative comments and laughter from the dozen men who now
surrounded them and Jamie cringed.
	Maria knelt on her head, pressing down hard as her clawed fingers dug
into Jamie's arm, holding her firmly in place. One of the men dropped
his pants and knelt at Jamie's crotch. He grabbed her left leg,
hoisting it into the air, opening up her sex as he pushed in.
	Jamie could hardly see anything, her face was mashed into the dirt
with Maria's leg on top. She felt the man's fumbling hand rubbing over
her bare crotch, heard the men howling with amusement, then felt
something soft, but at the same time hard, press against her pussy
lips.
	It pressed into her, jabbing hard against her soft pussy opening.
Jamie cried out as her pubic lips were pried open and the hard cock
was driven into her. She was pierced by the angry cock, felt it
stabbing deep into her tunnel as the man held her leg pressed high
against his chest and worked his dick into her body.
	Jamie's sex was on fire with pain as his male organ forced its way
inside. She was totally unprepared for anything down there and bit her
lip in pain as he started energetically working it in and out of her.
The men around cheered as he rutted furiously into her splayed crotch
hole, pumping his hips energetically.
	Jamie felt his hands clutching her buttocks and sliding over her
belly as he pumped into her. Her thigh tendons ached almost as much as
her pussy as the man forced her leg straight up and back. Jamie tried
to turn over onto her back, or belly. Either would have been less
painful. Maria wouldn't let her move though, snickering in pleasure as
she watched the brutal rape.
	The man gasped, breathing hard as he continued to pump his cock into
her tight, dry tunnel. Then he groaned and stabbed it deep inside her,
shooting off his seed and falling backward. Jamie's relief was only
temporary. Another took his place instantly.
	This one, his cock eased by the cum oiling her tunnel, began to rut
into her with savage intensity, crashing his big body against hers
with jarring, thundering force as he pistoned his cock into the
deepest parts of her fuck-pit.
	His hands rubbed along her body as he bent her leg up an back. His
left hand slid up her belly, under her blouse and jacket, trying to
reach her chest. Maria tore at the buttons, then used a knife on the
green t-shirt, cutting it open down the middle to reveal Jamie's big
bra-encased tit flesh.
	A single slice of the knife parted the two cups and let Jamie's
breasts spill out. The man crowed with delight, his hand grabbing a
handful of breast and squeezing it roughly.
	Then Marie was slapping his hand away, staring, laughing, and
shouting. The man was forced back somehow, and Marie twisted off her,
pulling Jamie to her knees, forcing her head back as she displayed her
beringed breasts with their thin red stripes.
	She could not understand what the girl said, but her sneering and
contempt was obvious, as was the lust wafting out from the staring
men.
	"Nice rings," she said in English, grasping one. "I think I want
them."
	She pulled sharply and Jamie cried out in pain.
	The men laughed, and Marie twisted the ring, pulling harder. Jamie
howled and writhed, and another man was there, a man who silenced the
rest with a curt snarl, and had Marie releasing her hold on the ring.
	Before Jamie could see him a blindfold was wrapped around her eyes.
Moments later she was lifted to her feet and pulled away. Her elbows
were untied and the remnants of her jacket, blouse and bra were ripped
free. Then her hands were tied again in front of her, and raised high
above her head.
	She was in shade, her bare feet in cool dirt, naked, and she could
feel their voices as they spoke close by. She was terrified and
humiliated, wanting to burst into tears but too frightened to do so.
Every now and then a hand cupped and squeezed a breasts, flicked a
ring, or slapped her bottom. She had no idea how many men were nearby,
or what they would do to her.

	Steve glared across the desk at the Colonel.
	"Are you telling me we're supposed to do nothing?" he demanded.
	"This is a foreign country, Wood! We are not the police. We have to
let the locals handle it!"
	"They're a bunch of assholes!"
	"That's enough. You will forget about this incident and get back to
your training program. Is that understood, "Captain?"
	"Yes Sir!" Steve snapped, turning and storming out.
	"Well?"
	"Fuck him!" he snarled.
	Charlie grinned, following him across the parade ground as the
steaming Captain muttered angrily to himself.
	"Listen, Charlie. If you wanted to get word out to somebody about a
shipment, where would you go?"
	"You mean if I was an American on this base? I'd go to one of the
cantinas in town."
	"But which?"
	"I dunno, most of em' are pretty heavy with commie symps."
	"Right, but a few are still visited by Americans. It'd be one of
those."
	"So?"
	"Jamie didn't know anything about a fucking supply run the other
night. Neither could anyone else. Somebody must have let someone know
this morning. There's no phone that isn't monitored, so it'd have to
be in person."
	"You can always check the registry at the gate."
	"Exactly what I was thinking."

	Jamie could barely stand, and had long ago given up any attempt at
protesting. Her face was full of the smell of a reeking guerrila who
stood before her, one leg hefted high as he thrust his thin cock up
into her well-used pussy. He came, and dropped her leg. She stumbled,
but the rope around her wrist kept her from falling.
	Her chin dropped to her chest, and she gulped in air, hoping that was
the last, that she could at least have a small space of time to
compose herself, that - .
	She felt a hard erection against her buttocks, sliding along her
crack, and moaned as hot, smelly breath wafted past her ear. Then the
cock was jabbing upwards, forcing itself up into her rectum. She had
been sodomized dozens of times so far, and was well-lubricated by the
leavings of her previous rapists.
	Another body pressed into her from in front, and another cock was
thrust up inside her pussy. Now they took her two at a time, crushing
her between their hot, sweating bodies. Their hands mauled her,
squeezing, slapping and pinching, and nearby she could hear laughter
and jeering remarks as others watched.
	How many, she wondered dazedly. How many did the base hold? Were they
doing her for the second time now? She had no idea. Her mind had lost
track, and all she felt was pain.
	The one behind finished, and another took his place, then another,
then another. She was all but hanging by her wrists, all but
senseless, but her body was what they wanted, not her mind.
	An eternity passed, and a bucket of cold water was flung over her,
then another. She sputtered weakly, moaning, as another bucket doused
her sweating, grimy, bruised, semen coated body.
	And then they began again, moving on her from both sides, thrusting
up into her aching orifices, jeering and laughing as they twisted her
nipple rings and pulled on her hair.

	It took some persuasion to get the Sergeant to let them see the book.
It was worth it, though.
	"Look at this!" Steve said, shoving the book under Charlie's nose.
	"Look at what?"
	"Major Fox went out early this morning."
	"She goes out every morning, Captain," the Sergeant sighed,
unimpressed with these Special Forces jocks.
	Steve dumped the book back on the table and pulled Charlie out of the
small hut.
	"He said she goes out every morning, Steve."
	"Yeah, but she was the one that offered Jamie for this run. I think
that's some kind of coincidence."
	"It's not a coincidence if she goes out every morning," Charlie
maintained patiently.
	"Where's she go every morning?"
	"You wanna ask her?"
	"No. I got a better idea. We'll follow her tomorrow."
	"Ahh, shit, man. How are we supposed to do that? We got hand to hand
around five, then a twenty mile hike."
	"I'll get us out of it. I want to see where she goes."
	"She's admin. She's probably looking after supplies or something."
	"We'll see," he said, grimly.

	Jamie trembled as night fell. She was alone now, or seemed to be. She
could still hear them talking in Spanish, but her rapists seemed to
have sated themselves. Another bucket had been flung over her, and
there she stood as the hours passed, exhausted, bruised and miserable.
	The first warning she had was when hands squeezed her breasts. Then
there was another man behind her, thrusting himself up into her anus,
pumping energetically as he squeezed and kneaded her breasts.
	It lasted minutes, then she was alone once again, as the hours of
night continued to pass. She was half asleep there on her hands, chin
on her chest, when another man arrived to quickly rape her, and just
as quickly depart. She trembled and moaned, and tears filled her eyes.
	The camp quieted further, the chatting gone. She could hear the
insects in the bushes now, and worse, feel them on her body, crowding
around the unexpected feasts of her sweating, vulnerable flesh. They
crawled over her breasts, plunging stingers into the soft flesh, moved
along her legs, over her buttocks and belly, and sniffed at her sex as
she twisted and turned weakly, trying to shake them free.
	The night was hot, and she sweated terribly, and the insects were a
cloud around her, driving her insane with their bites and buzzing
wings. She sobbed brokenly, spitting out a bug, hiccuping, then
sobbing again.
	The night lasted years, and in the morning the men returned, taking
her one after another, or two at a time, using her to satisfy their
morning lust, snickering and leering, squeezing and slapping and
jeering.
	And then she was alone again.

	Steve and Charlie watched as Major Fox went into the small building
and the door closed behind her.
	"I told you, man. She's picking up the fuckin' mail," Charlie said.
	"Maybe that's not all she's doing," Steve scowled.
	"This is dumb. Why would she tell the commies where a truckload of
supplies was heading?"
	"How do I know? Maybe she's a commie symp."
	"Are you nuts? Major icebox shorts?"
	"Stranger things have happened."
	A few minutes later the major emerged from the building, then walked
down the street to a canteen. She went inside and Steve looked
triumphantly at his friend.
	"So what?"
	"Who gets a drink at this hour? The place isn't even open yet."
	"Doesn't prove anything," Charlie maintained.
	"Let's go over there."
	"And do what? You want to barge in and demand an explanation?"
	"I was thinking of something else."
	They moved around the back of the building, sneaking through an alley
to the back door. It was locked but Steve picked it easily and the two
of them slipped inside. They found themselves in a narrow hallway with
doorways on either side and a set of stairs leading up.
	Just as they approached one of the doorways a man came around the
corner. His eyes opened wide when he saw the two. Steve threw a hard
right into the man's belly, doubling him over with a low whooof of
escaping air. A hard karate chop to the back of his neck dropped him
to the floor unconscious.
	He and Charlie lifted him and dragged him to a nearby closet, pushing
him inside and closing the door quietly. "We better hurry up," Charlie
whispered.
Steve nodded, moving to the doorway and looking through. It was an
empty store room. He moved further down the hall and looked around the
corner, into an empty kitchen.
	The two of them moved into the kitchen listening carefully for the
sound of approaching footsteps. There was another door in here,
leading towards the centre of the building. Music was coming from
there. They advanced quickly. Steve pushed the door open slowly, just
a crack, and pressed his eye to it.
	He looked out onto the main bar. He couldn't see anyone at first,
then he spotted a pair of figures sitting at a table off to the right.
It was Major Fox, that was certain, but who the other was, he didn't
know. Then he rose, only to reveal a gorgeous set of breasts.
	The woman, a young, striking spanish girl of twenty or so, picked up
a bottle from the bar and poured herself a drink. Major Fox rose and
came over to the bar to join her. Her arm went around the girl's waist
and she pulled her close.
	Steve's eyes widened in shock. So that was why she was such a cold
bitch. She was a fuckin' dyke! Well, there had been rumours of course,
but he hadn't believed them. He watched the Major's left arm, the one
around the other woman, rub up and down. Her hand emerged down under
the other's arm and cupped her breast, squeezing tightly.
	They woman turned her head and the two of them kissed, long and
passionately. She turned to face Fox, her hands going to the Major's
breasts. She squeezed them, then slid her hands downward, lifting the
hem of the shirt from the Major's skirt and unbuttoning it.
	Steve watched, transfixed, grumbling in complaint as Charlie forced
his way in between his legs, pushing his own face to the crack in the
doorway. "Wow!" he heard him whisper.


FIVE

	The spanish girl was devouring Fox's breasts like she'd been starved
for days. Her mouth raced all around them, her tongue slithering out,
her lips sucking, her teeth nibbling. Wet, slurping sounds came from
her as the Major moaned in pleasure.
	She ran her hands through the thick dark curly hair, bending
backwards against the bar as her eyes closed in satisfaction. Steve
could see the small sharp points of her nipples outlined against the
sunlight spilling through the far windows.
	"Ohhhhh Ninnaaaaaa!" Fox moaned. "You're so gooood you little
ddaaaaarrlliinnnggggg!"
	"Let me suckle you some more Meejor," the girl mewled, bring her lips
away from Fox's glistening wet breasts to lock them against Fox's
mouth. Fox's hands reached out and tore open the thin summery frock
the girl was wearing, revealing her large, brown breasts.
	She pulled the girl to her, their breasts sliding and mashing
together in a wet, smacking symphony of lust. Fox's hands slid down
the girl's back and cupped her buttocks firmly, squeezing and kneading
them through the thin skirt, pulling it upwards inch by inch.
	Steve's eyes were locked onto the girl's hemline, watching it sliding
and jerking upward above her knees and then up her thighs until her
lacy black panties were finally revealed. One of the Major's hands
slid down the back of those thin little panties and rubbed along
Nina's crack.
	Fox was bent backwards, half lying across the bar. Her legs were
spread wide and the girl was between them, her crotch rubbing against
the Major's. Both were moaning and sighing in carnal pleasure, their
hands rubbing and stroking each other's bodies.
	Fox gripped Nina's thin black panties, pulling them upwards hard.
Steve watched the panties digging into the girl's crotch, splitting
apart her pussy lips and pulling up tight to reveal her fine round
buttocks. Then they tore away, and his eyes feasted on the sight of
the dark, furry sex opening between Nina's legs.
	The Major's hands rubbed over it, as if searching. Her fingers slid
up and down the tight looking slit, then pushed against it. Steve
watched two fingers slide slowly up into Nina's twat, disappearing
from sight, buried to the knuckles in the steamy insides of the
passionate spanish girl.
	Nina began kissing down the length of Fox's stomach, her lips moving
down over the tight, flat belly, her tongue circling around the blonde
woman's belly button, darting against it. Then she moved lower, her
fingers loosening the Major's uniform skirt, sliding it down her legs
along with her panties.
	The Major kicked them free, naked now, save for the t-shirt bunched
above her breasts, and the open military uniform blouse. Nina kissed
downward along the Major's abdomen, then into her pussy hair. She
squeezed Fox's buttocks, half lifting the older woman up onto a bar
stool, pulling her legs up and apart.
	Her mouth moved over Fox's pussy, stabbing into it. She pried open
the slick pubic-lips and swirled her tongue along the clitoris, making
Fox jerk and hump against her. The Major's head was shaking from side
to side, her hands gripping the girl's thick hair, pulling her deeper
between her ivory thighs.
	Then Fox groaned low in her throat. She dropped her head way back
onto the bar and trembled furiously. Her hands gripped her breasts,
squeezing them and twisting the nipples as she came against Nina's
pretty face. The girl sucked out thick dribbling woman-juice, drinking
it down with a sigh of satisfaction.
	Then she stepped back, smiling at the Major through half slitted
eyes. She peeled her shirt off, then loosened her skirt so it dropped
to her feet. Now naked, she moved against the Major again, kissing her
on the lips. The two of them hugged lovingly, stroking each other,
fondling each other's breasts.
	"Darling?" Fox whispered, barely loud enough for the watchers to
hear.
	"Yes, my sweet?" the girl purred, kissing all along the Major's
strong jaw.
	"What happened to my little plaything?"
	The girl giggled.
	"Have no fear, my Meejor. She is well looked after."
	"Is she getting plenty of fucking?" Fox sighed.
	"She has many penis for her holes." Nina smiled, kissing the Major's
left nipple.
	"That's gooooddd!"
	"Let me lick you some more, Meejor."
	"I'd like to see her getting funked, baby girl."
	"Ahhh, these is not possible, Meejor. She is in secret place."
	Fox moaned as Nina pinched her right nipple between her teeth and
pulled her head back, stretching the nipple out and up.
	"Oh Baby, baby, baby!" she gasped.
	"Forget thet leetle beetch, my big soldier. She hees beeng funked up
the ass even now, I am sure."
	"Do you... do you really think so!?" Fox gasped.
	"Oooohhhh, yessss!" she groaned. Nina slid her hand under Fox's
buttocks, her finger sliding against the blonde woman's crinkled anal
opening. She pushed her hand forward, stuffing her finger into the
hole, wriggling it deeper and deeper.
	"In the asssssss!" Fox hissed, jerking her bottom up and down on the
stool, bouncing on the girl's probing finger. Her eyes closed and a
blissful smile appeared on her face as she contemplated the little
blonde getting her ass reamed out.
	Suddenly there was a crashing sound from the back of the building.
Charlie and Steve pulled back from the door, running over to the
doorway leading to the rear. Two big latino guys came through the door
just as they reached it. Their faces clouded into harsh glares as they
caught sight of the two Americans.
	"What de fuck you doink here?" One of them demanded, grabbing
Charlie's shirt.
	He grabbed the guy's wrist and twisted it fully around, then turned
and hauled the guy over his shoulder. The man screamed as his wrist
was twisted, then went flying across the room, crashing into a table.
	Charlie kicked the other guy's right shin, then followed with a fast
looping fist that sent the man sprawling backwards into a tall
shelving unit. Groceries collapsed onto the man as he slid downwards
onto a pile of potato bags.
	"let's get the fuck out of here!" Steve hissed. 
	The two jumped through the doorway just as Nina came blasting through
the door from the bar, a big shotgun in her hands. She raised it
towards them but then disappeared as they rounded the corner.
	The guy they'd knocked out when they came in was just coming out of
the closet, muttering to himself as he rubbed his head. Charlie
slammed shoulder first into the door, sending it crashing back into
the dazed man, and throwing him back into the closet again.
	They yanked open the rear door and ran out, turning down the alley
and rounding a corner onto the street before anyone could see where
they went. They ran for a couple of blocks, till they reached their
jeep, and then jumped in.
	"Shit!" Charlie gasped, starting the engine.
	"Almost got our asses shot off by a fuckin' dyke!" Steve panted. 
	The jeep's wheels spun, then caught, sending them hurtling down the
road towards the camp.
	"Think the Major saw us?" Charlie asked.
	"No way man. Anyway, she's hardly seen me before, and never seen
you."
	"The dyke or those guys might describe us."
	"We ain't wearing our uniforms. She'll never figure it for us."
	"Yeah, that's good."
	"We're goin back there later, man."
	"What? You fuckin' nuts?"
	"You hear what she was saying about that girl getting funked up the
ass?"
	"I didn't hear nothin'. I was too busy lookin' to listen."
	"The Major wanted to know where the little bitch was, and the girl
said something about her being in a secret place and getting funked."
	"I wish I was in a secret place, getting funked."
	"Up the ass?"
	"Well, no. You think that's your girl?"
	"Might be. We'll find out tonight."
	"What? You mean we're gonna come back here? At night? This place is
bandit country after dark!"
	"You scared of a bunch of ragged assed guerrillas?"
	"With AK forty-sevens? Hell yes!"
	"We can handle em."
	"Why don't we just ask the Major? She's right on the fucking base!"
	"Weren't you listening? The Major don't fucking know!"
	"I hope this broad is worth it, man!"
	"Wait till you see her, Charlie. She's a knockout, a real knockout."
	"And she's got big tits, I bet."
	"That too. And hey!..." He slapped Charlie's arm, " Watch how you
talk about the woman I love."
	"Love, hell." Charlie snorted in disgust.

	The rope was released and Jamie dropped to her knees, then her belly,
moaning weakly. Her back ached, her wrists ached, her legs were
cramped agony, and her groin and rectum felt raw.
	"On your knees, beetch!"
	She moaned, and tried to push herself up, reaching up for her
blindfold. The rope was yanked away, however, dropping her onto her
chest on the ground once again.
	"On your knees, beetch!"
	She rose shakily, moaning, this time not trying to raise her bound
hands to her face. She looked around blindly, disoriented.
	"On all fours, like a beetch dog!"
	Whimpering, Jamie obeyed, kneeling naked on all fours as laughter
rose around her.
	She felt someone close by, felt fingers at her nipple rings, pulling
on them, then the hand retreated, and she felt something tugging at
both rings, pulling forward.
	"Crawl! Crawl, you Yanquee pig! Crawl before your betters!"
	The pull stung, and forced her to crawl forward as more laughter
rose. They led her around, through grass, through mud, through dirt,
led inexorably by the pull against her nipple rings.
	Then she was pulled to her feet. Her wrists were untied, then bound
together behind her back.
	"Run, beetch! Run!"
	She cried out as her nipple rings were pulled forward, lurching
forward herself, whimpering and gasping as she staggered towards the
pull, her nipples stinging. The men laughed and laughed but she could
see nothing, still blindfolded as she was forced into a shaky run. She
stumbled and fell several times, but the pull on her rings always
forced her to her feet once again.
	She was no longer sweating. Her body was too dehydrated to sweat, and
her mind was growing more and more disoriented - which, of course, was
the idea.
	She staggered along, pulled by her nipples, then ran straight into a
tree. Gales of laughter erupted from the watching men, who had
gleefully seen Maria maneuvering her towards the tree. That Maria was
a mean little beetch.

	"Enough!" a voice said, in Spanish. "We must have her alive for the
information we seek."
	Hands grabbed Jamie's arms and hauled her upright, then dragged her
along the ground to another small shack. She was taken inside and
dropped on her back on a table.
	A bucket of water was flung over her, and she sputtered weakly, then
licked desperately at the moisture on her lips.
	"Thirsty?" a male voice asked.
	"P-Please," she whispered, her voice a croak.
	"If jhou are obedient, we can give you water. All the water you could
want."
	"Water," she whispered.
	"I ham an advisor to the People's liberation forces," he said. "Jhou
will be well treated, as a prisoner of war, provided you tell me what
I want to know."
	"Water," she whispered.
	She heard a sound of disgust, then a low argument.
	She was helped to sit, then a glass held to her lips. She slurped it
down desperately.
	"There. You see? We can be kind. Give us no reason to be cruel and
you weel be treated well."
	Then the blindfold was removed from her eyes.
	She blinked rapidly in the sudden light. As her eyes focused she saw
that the man was wearing a uniform, but not the camouflage uniforms
the guerrillas wore.
	"You... you're Cuban?" she asked, dazedly.
	"Yes. Very good. I am with the Cuban army. My name is Captain
Martinez. I am advisor to the Liberation forces here at the moment."
	"You can't do this. I... I'm an American..." 
	Martinez slapped her face, sending her sprawling back onto the table,
then brought his hand down in a brutal karate chop that struck the
centre of Jamie's belly. She grunted in shock, her legs and arms
rising, as if either end of her body would whip upwards in response to
the blow.
	"You will speak only to answer questions, Hamerican Dog!"
	He grabbed her by the hair and dragged her off the table, throwing
her against the wall. Jamie, almost instinctively, brought her knee up
into his crotch, sending him reeling backwards against the table.
	She kicked him again and he fell to the floor. Another kick to his
face threw his head back against the wall, and Jamie staggered towards
the door.
	Then a hand reached out from the doorway to a second room and grabbed
her from behind by the hair. A moment later a sharp chop to the back
of her neck, knocked her out.

	Steve and Charlie's visit to the bar had worried Major Fox. She
didn't recognize them from the descriptions, but the mere fact that
two gringos had been sniffing around made her fear that they would
find out where Jamie was being held and rescue her. If that happened
then she was finished. She couldn't allow Jamie to talk.
	She had had a hard time persuading Nina to bring her to the hidden
camp, but finally managed it, arriving just in time to see the little
slut about to escape. Now she and Captain Martinez gazed warily at
each other across the table, neither of them trusting the other.
	"There is no reason for you to be here," The Captain snarled.
	"Oh? And you were doing such a good job here without me."
	"She had nowhere to go. I would have caught her."
	"When? You were crawling on the floor crying."
	"I was not crying!" he snarled.
	"It doesn't matter. She is too dangerous to me. I want her dead now."
	"Not until we get the information from her."
	Fox was stuck. She had told them that stupid tale about secret
information just so they would teach the little slut how nasty cocks
could be. She didn't dare tell them it was a lie now. They would
probably kill her. She had been selling them information for almost a
year now, but still they didn't trust her.
	She gazed at the unconscious girl. Now hanging from widely separated
wrists, her toes inches above the floor. As long as she died, the
Major thought, at least she could provide a little sport for a while.
Knowing Martinez, she wouldn't last long anyway.
	"Very well," she said. "But hurry. I can't take the risk of someone
getting her free and learning that I sent her down that road."
	"You think I don't know that? What do you take me for?" 
	A stinking male oinker, she thought to herself.
	The Captain held smelling salts under Jamie's nose and she started to
slowly come awake. She jerked her head back in complaint and he put
them back on the table, bringing over a tape recorder and setting it
up. Fox watched without comment, leaning back on one of the tables as
she waited with anticipation.
	"Wake up, Beetch!" Martinez demanded, slapping Jamie's face several
times.
	Her wide blue eyes opened and she gazed around her in confusion, then
back at Martinez. Fox was standing to her right and slightly behind
her and she didn't see the woman.
	"Are you ready to talk, Beetch!"
	"T... talk? What do you mean?" Jamie groaned.
	"I want you to tell me about the Hamerican plans for the war against
the people."
	"Wha... what?"
	Martinez slapped her face hard, sending her head rocking to one side.
"I know you been fucking the big Hamerican General! He tells you about
his plans to destroy the People's Liberation Army! You will tell me!"
	"I... I don't know any General," Jamie whimpered.
	"You think you can stand up to my tortures, Hamerican slut? Think
again!" Martinez said, cupping her right breast in his hand.
	He squeezed his fingers slowly closed. Jamie began breathing faster
as the fingers dug into her sensitive flesh, then she gritted her
teeth and jerked helplessly as the pain mounted. Martinez squeezed his
hand tightly closed and then twisted it. Jamie's mouth opened and she
cried out in pain, shaking in her bonds.
	Still Martinez twisted. His other hand seized her left breast, and
also dug in tight to the meaty mammary, twisting it in the opposite
direction. "I will tear your fucking teets off, beetch!" he snarled.
	He let go of them and the wounded mammaries resumed their perfect
round shape. They were red and hurting though, finger marks encircling
them. Martinez lifted his cigar from an ashtray and held it out in
front of her with an evil smile. "Cuban," he snickered.
	"P... please," Jamie whimpered. "I don't know anything!"
	"We shall see, leettle slut-girl."
	He brought the burning cigar tip against Jamie's smarting right
nipple, and pressed it against the little pink bud. Flesh sizzled and
Jamie screamed as the nipple burned.

	Steve slammed the door closed, making Charlie jump in surprise.
"Shit! You scared the piss out of me, man!" he complained.
	"That fucking dyke still hasn't come back from town. I checked with
her new assistant and she said she called in sick!"
	"So?"
	"I went to the women's quarters and she ain't there."
	"She'll probably be back by tonight. Loosen up, man."
	"If she ain't here, where the fuck is she?"
	"Probably still in the bar, gettin' her pussy sucked." Charlie opened
up his comic book again and began to read.
	"After almost getting caught? She'd have to be a complete moron to go
back there again!"
	"So maybe she's a moron."
	"Not fucking likely!"
	"So where do you think she is?"
	"I think she's gone to where Jamie is."
	"Why would she?"
	"From the way she was talking, she doesn't like her. Maybe she's
gonna kill her to make sure we don't get her."
	"She's a fuckin' administrator, Steve. Don't worry about her."
	"It don't take a Delta Force grunt to pull a fucking trigger. If she
was in on the truck getting hijacked, she might want to kill Jamie
before she tells, especially now that she knows Americans are sniffing
around her friend."
	Charlie threw the comic down with a reluctant sigh. 	"So what do you
want to do?" he groaned.
	"I want to go back to that fuckin' bar now."
	"It isn't dark yet."
	"Fuck that! I say we go now!"
	"Alright, alright." Charlie got up and went over to the closet,
opening it and pulling out a duffel bag. He loaded a pair of Uzi
submachine guns and some grenades into it, then tossed a nine
millimetre automatic and it's holster to Steve, who shook his head and
tossed it back. "I'm old fashioned," he said, pulling a long barrelled
forty-four revolver from beneath his shirt.
	"Kowabunga, man," Charlie grinned, hefting the bag.
	They had little difficulty getting past the gate guard. Their passes
brooked no arguments. They parked the jeep in the alley behind the
cantina. "Now let's watch our asses, man," Charlie advised, pulling on
a long camouflage jacket.
	"Yeah, yeah," Steve snarled. He slipped the Uzi's strap over his
shoulder and let it dangle down inside his own jacket. The two of them
tried to look casual as they sauntered up to the front door and pushed
it back.
	There were about a dozen men inside, all of them latinos sitting at
tables, guzzling watered down beer and tequila. There was no sign of
Nina. Charlie nodded to Steve and the two of them pushed open a door
marked employees only, in Spanish, and slipped through.
	They saw nobody, though they heard the rattle of plates from the
nearby kitchen. Steve peaked around the corner and saw a guy loading
beer into a fridge, while another washed plates. He stepped past and
motioned to Charlie, who followed.
	He pointed towards the stairs and Charlie nodded, now bringing the
Uzi out from beneath his jacket. The two of them eased across the
threshold of another door, then reached the foot of the stairs. There
was still no sign anyone had seen or heard them.
	Steve went first, walking on the corners of the stairs to avoid them
creaking. He peered over the top stair onto the second floor. There
seemed to be a long, thing hallway here. It was bare of any furnishing
or adornment. He moved up and stepped into the hall, his back against
the wall.
	There were several doors on both sides of the hall. Again, without
speaking, he signalled Charlie, who nodded. Charlie covered him as he
moved to the far end of the hall and tried the first door knob. It
turned and he pushed the door open a crack.
	The room was empty. He silently closed it and moved to the next. This
one was also empty. The third was locked. He pulled out a small
lockpick and slid it into the cheap lock. He could hear voices from
the other side. A few seconds work made the lock turn with a click. He
pushed the door open a crack.
	He saw a fat man's hairy ass rising and falling between a woman's
spread legs. His eyes looked further upwards, noting the small breasts
of the woman he couldn't see, he realized it couldn't be Nina. He
pulled the door closed once more.
	The next one was also locked. He unlocked it quietly, and again
peaked inside. This time there was a man lying on his back on a bed. A
woman knelt between his legs sucking him off. The man's eyes were
closed fortunately, so he didn't see Steve.
	The next room was empty, but the one after was locked, and again he
heard voices. A few seconds and the lock turned. He peaked in. There
was Nina, on her hands and knees, a guy who must have been sixty was
poking her from behind. Steve turned and waved Charlie forward.
	They moved silently into the room without either of the couple seeing
them. Charlie closed the door with a smile, then the two eased up
behind the man. Charlie pulled out his automatic and slammed the butt
down on the man's head, then held him to keep him from falling, and
dragged him back.
	The girl turned around and her eyes widened in fear. Her mouth opened
to scream but Steve's hand closed over it, his other hand twisting her
wrist up behind her back.
	"One word and we'll kill you, you little slut!" he hissed.

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