2 comments/ 8985 views/ 9 favorites Helmand's Secret By: Maxlust The Afghanistan's rocky desert was completely still and silent. It stretched for many freezing miles in all directions and was strewn with ancient torn canyons and shifting sand dunes. Each feature was tantalisingly revealed in mysterious shapes of red, ochre and gold by the bright stars that punctuated the night sky and a low-hung sliver of dusty grey moonlight. It wasn't lifeless but it was hostile to any outside visitor. The serene landscape was rudely disrupted by the thudding hiss of two black helicopters flying low level in formation at over two hundred miles per hour. The forward support chopper was the heavily armed and armoured Apache AH-64 with its two man crew from the Army Air Corps. The second was a nimble Westland Lynx, with its three man crew and its invaluable cargo of four lethal specialists. "This is tiger two two. Perimeter in seven minutes." The gunnery officer behind the computer rattled off into her headset. The illuminated display of instruments and screens cast colourful distortions on her reflective visor. "Radar is clear, over" she continued. Her dark lips precisely enounced each word. Her voice was relaxed and captivating like the wisp of smoke from a hell fire rocket launcher. She switched to the night-vision camera and started panning the area. John, the pilot stole a brief glance to his right. He hadn't known Chloe for that long but was impressed with the way she had handled herself on a previous mission. A confident and, either lucky or alarmingly good decision maker for such a young recruit, he recalled. She was only twenty five and adapted to the discipline of the British Army Air Corps life readily and eagerly. She received a lot of attention, not only because she was an attractive female with a slim curvaceous figure or because she liked to use her tight combat attire to her advantage, but also because of the hard line she took with her fellow compatriots. He had witnessed a number of men lost for words or confounded by her rebukes only to be reduced further by her short cutting insults when they came back with any repost. She had natural good looks and never wore makeup on duty. It wasn't always the case but she had seen other army women focus far too long on their appearance, always rushing to maintain their glamour, occasionally leading to the detriment of the unit's punctuality. Chloe always supported her female comrades but carefully advised them to spend more time on more practical routines. As it was, the pilot had not engaged with her. "Roger that!" He responded. "Heading to the DZ." "Yes can do! Package inbound!" came the Lynx pilot's calm voice over the headset. He checked his instruments and called back into his mic. "Bravo team, approaching mailbox. Get ready to deploy" "Hallo Burt." Said Jack informally. He sounded happy to hear his own voice on the airwaves. "We're good to go. I was getting bored of your inflight entertainment anyway." The red light inside the cabin did little to highlight Jack's grimace. His hand was locked around the safety rail. He looked over his squad with careful eyes, taking in their expressions and mentally rehearsing the squad disembarkation protocols. Jack had been briefed days preceding the flight. He had studied the array of satellite images with his commanders and discussed every detail from every angle. He lived for the planning. At first glance, to the untrained eye, it was nothing more than a simple opium farming village, but there was something not quite right about this place. It would have been overlooked if Intel had not intercepted a short mobile phone call of a known operative talking about the significance of a nearby location. Some unusual road traffic gave Intel its first suspicions but it was the layout of the village itself that demanded a closer look. Most settlements are a cosy rambling assembly of dried mud brick homes in welcoming orange. But somehow, this village looked too efficiently planned and had an unusual cluster around a larger central building. The Lynx pilot showed his adept skills as he came in fast and low below the ridge line and eased the nose of the Lynx skyward to air brake gently. There was no hurry. This was the ideal drop zone. It was five clicks out from the surveillance area and the elite crew could make their final approach safely in the night, take in the lie of the land, create their invisible spy holes and watch. They would go unnoticed for two weeks in the target area. It was standard routine. Jack got up from his seat and stood hunched as he slid open the side door and felt the bite of the frigid night air mixed with turbulent sand against his exposed hands and face as it billowed into the cabin. He squinted out across the barren rocks, getting his bearings. "Thanks for ride!" Jack called into his mic. Seconds later the Lynx lightly touched down onto the canyon floor. "Good luck guys, see you in a fortnight." Burt replied. He turned to salute the crew. Then the unexpected happened. "Incoming! Incoming!" The urgent voice of the Apache pilot rang through the headphones. This was supposed to be a DMZ. There were no traces of activity in this area yet he saw the unmistakable trail of a rocket emerge from the canyon wall and heading straight for the grounded Lynx. Jack was already clear, as his leader beckoned his men out and literally threw him through the exit. His boots hit the rocky stones and he was instinctively running towards the first point of cover when he heard the explosion behind him. The grenade hit the far side of the helicopter square on and the energy ripped through the hull instantly. Fragments of metal and plastic flew through the interior, smashing and destroying anything in their path. The blast of air caught the underside of the rotors and the pressure kicked the chopper clean off the ground, flipping it into mid-air, and then dumping it ungraciously on its side. The four composite blades smashed into the ground with a deafening roar, pulverising rock to dust and shaking the helicopter into ugly pieces. Chloe deftly slid the M230 joystick to her left, tracing the trajectory of the enemy rocket back to its origin. A number of pale grey specks barely hidden behind the rocks were visible on night vision. The under-mounted chain gun followed her movements precisely. She gently squeezed the trigger and laid down a blistering orange arc of 30mm gunfire. The pilot took her lead and adjusted his rear rotor with his pedals to angle his hellfire rocket salvos intent on obliterating the canyon from existence. But it was a canyon that was forged in hell. Another rocket came searing out from a hidden pocket in the canyon wall only a hundred meters from where the Apache was hovering. The pilot pulled back on his stick but it was too late. The Apache shook and protested angrily when the rear of the front cabin imploded and blew a rotor skyward. It lurched sideways and then sank suddenly. Chloe felt her heart leap as they fell, her finger knuckles white as she squeezed the life out of the trigger, as they spiralled downward. She blindly splayed bullets into every shadow while she still could. As the Apache span she was unable to angle the gun correctly and reluctantly let go. "Fuck! hit! hit!" she yelled as the ground loomed below. She braced forward and screamed. Jack watched in horror as the Lynx folded and exploded into a fireball behind him, quickly followed by the sickening sight of the bulky Apache losing control and throwing itself into a deadly spin and slamming heavily into the ground like a tranquilliser dart to an elephant in mid must. He began edging his way back to the blazing inferno that was the Lynx. His thoughts were on his comrades, his friends. He must help them. His head clung to a vision that Mac, his commander would be ok. He was built like an ox, he was the invincible rock. Jack didn't get too far before he shielded his face against the heat. He turned away and closed his eyes when he saw the lifeless bodies entangled in the burning wreckage. He skirted around the wreck site once and then sank to his haunches. He paused a moment, punched the ground and took a long slow breath. Then he heaved himself up and, still crouching, made tracks down the canyon floor to the broken AH. He could hear the rotors still churning. At first he could see nothing but crackling flames, licking out of the rear of the inky blackness of the huge cockpit. He pulled open the door and was instantly relieved to see signs of life. After impact, Chloe was rocked violently in her seat. Her helmet painfully smashed against her legs but after a moment of stunned silence she tried moving. Her muscles ached and protested but she sat up and reassessed the situation. Her visor was dead. She ripped it off and looked to her pilot. He had been thrown sideways and was awkwardly hanging out of his seat by his safety belt. His head was twisted sideways, facing her and his eyes were open, staring at the floor. "John! Talk to me john!" Her voice was holding back her panic. Only his eyes balls moved. They rolled slowly upwards as she heard him utter a grim, hissing rattle. His mouth quivered but only frothy spittle dripped from his lips. Chloe slapped open her own safety buckle and leant over to him, reaching out her arm. "Give me your hand, John!" she yelled as she scrambled over her seat towards him. There was no reaction. Fear spread out in his eyes like black smoke, then clouded over. "John!" She cried. She didn't want to move him. She smoothed his cheek with her open hand and felt for a pulse in his neck. She shivered as her palm felt the grotesque bony protrusion on his neck. She did her best not to recoil her hand and simply retracted it slowly and shakily. That is when Jack opened the door. Chloe jumped in her seat, yelled and flipped around like a cat, all in one movement. She had instinctively recoiled her legs and Jack thought he was just about to be kicked flying back to the ground. She wasn't quite sure what to make of the apparition hanging from the helicopter. Jack's sweaty face was smeared with black camo paint, his black combat jacket and helmet were all all but invisible against the dark background beyond. The huge protruding night vision goggles resting on his forehead made him look more giant insect than human. It was the whites of his eyes her attention was drawn to. They were wide open but upturned and deep set, with a smooth velvet green iris that she found welcome relief. "Whaaa. I'm friendly!" He hollered back raising his hand in defence. He had a familiar voice, one that almost put her off guard. He could register the distraught in her eyes. He looked past Chloe to see the pilot and closed his eyes. "Where the ..?" her head wanted to turn back to the remains of the Lynx. "How the...?" Her audible voice trailed off as she stared in disbelief. "I'm a ghost!" He said flatly. Jack's mind was filtering. Black smoke was gradually filling the cabin, flames were burning near explosive ordinance and at any moment he was expecting fire from an unknown number of hostile units. "It's time to leave! Now!" He said promptly. She was thinking the same but for different reasons. She wanted to get out of the cabin and get away from death. She reached behind her, hoping to grab her pack and SA80 rifle but the rear of the cabin was burning along with their kit. She punched the seat and leapt down from the cabin, refusing to grab the hand Jack offered to help her. They both ran, side by side, still crouching into the dark towards the base of the canyon wall, the only point of cover available. They squatted low against the rock staring at the smouldering wrecks and friends they had left behind, catching their breath, as it poured out of their mouths into the cold dry air. "Just you?" She said coolly. Jack half turned towards her and nodded slowly with a look of scepticism. "Nice!" He replied. He was used to plain talk but not quite so direct, so soon. "They are in the caves up there." She motioned with her head looking directly at him. Her auburn hair was tied into a short ponytail that didn't quite reach her neck. Her taut pale skin seemed to have an aurora in the night and she had pale blue eyes with a fiery-orange centre around the pupils that gave nothing away. She had thin tight lips, a long slender neck and slight shoulders that fit neatly into her desert camouflage uniform. She was aware he was looking at her but she stared back, unblinking. "I don't know how many." She continued. Jack glanced at his rifle and then at hers, assessing the ammo they had between them. "If we had radio, everything would be different" he muttered. He looked at her small figure but imagined she was less delicate than at first glance. Her arms folded, rubbing her arms to keep the cold at bay. "We can't stay here." He said. He looked at his black regimental watch and then up at the stars. He already had a plan in mind for this outcome. That is what special forces training was all about. A plan for all eventualities, especially the shockingly, nasty, unlikely ones. "Can you hike thirty miles?" He underestimated the distance he was expecting to travel to give her a sense of hope and encouragement. "It's more like forty five to the nearest FOB (Forward Operations Base) in Helmand province." she said sarcastically. He couldn't help laugh inside. She was a lot smarter than he had anticipated. "Yes." He smirked. "Yes it is." "Of course I can make it! I'm a soldier in case you hadn't noticed!" she said angrily. She did a good job of plucking the question from his head. She was enjoying this game. She liked to make it clear that she didn't need patronising. He was charming enough but they always were. She also had her own way of doing things. She was recalling the digital maps in her head. She had a gift when it came to spacial awareness and knew exactly where they were before they got shot down. She pictured the canyon and the angle it was facing when she was airborne and the bearing to the FOB. "That way right?" She pointed with her open hand into the canyon wall. She was indicating the precise North westerly bearing, where FOB Gibraltar stood some forty five miles away. "Near enough!" He said curtly. He rose to his feet and nodded for her to join him. She came to his side and they headed off into the night. They hiked twenty miles in the freezing darkness until they came upon a small outcrop of ridges rising high above the canyon floor above them. They made a daring ascent to a shadowy recess in the ridge line, that Jack had ambitions for. Jack's hands and shoulders were shivering as he peeked inside. He daren't use a flash light and used his night vision goggles to check the inside for any unwelcome surprises. He spied a suitable place to collapse tucked away to the right of the entrance. Going through the cave entrance was like entering a distant and ancient home far removed from the real hardship of the desert. It was still cold and dry and even though the cave ceiling arched high above them and the walls disappeared into the darkness, it afforded a welcome feeling of security. "Over here." He called quietly. His voice was calm and barely echoed, as if wrapped in cardboard. "I think we found ourselves an ice house!" Chloe clung to the cave walls. She shuffled and edged her way in, barely able to hold her body up because of the aches from her seizing muscles. When she felt the soft sand on the underside of her boots she practically fell to the ground in a heap, slowly curling herself into a ball. Even the sand was cold. Jack took a moment to look from the cave entrance. His desert GTX boots creaked as he crouched to the ground. He was suddenly aware of the silence. There were no animals, machinery or wind. The sky was as clear as glass and the air was locked rigid. When he was satisfied they were safe, he padded back to Chloe, placed his rifle to his right, threw down his helmet and goggles and sidled up behind her to keep warm. She didn't stir. She was probably already asleep. He could feel her cold skin and hoped his warmth would radiate through her. He could feel his heart beat more calmly in his chest and his breathing was slowing. He was thinking they would sleep the whole day tomorrow and hopefully march the last twenty five miles at night to Helmand river and make it to the FOB without further incident. He tried to put it out of his head. She began to shiver and then she woke suddenly. She didn't flinch when she realised he was spooned around her. Instead she seemed to relax for the first time. Her legs extended in a stretch and then recoiled gradually. "I'm fucking freezing" her voice almost tearful. Was this the first time she showed her vulnerability he mulled. He placed his hand around her shoulder and wiggled closer to her. "You're like an ice block!" He said honestly. "At least I won't show up on infrared." She laughed. He couldn't help himself chuckling out loud especially in their ridiculous situation. "I thought this position was supposed to keep us both warm!" She continued. "Yeah but you need some serious defrosting first!" He heard his words hang in the air, repeating on him. "What are you saying?" She said eventually, speaking into the cave. "Nothing!" He blurted. "Just that you're fucking cold!" "Good." .. "For a minute I thought you were being rude!" .. Then she laughed almost hysterically her body vibrating to her core. When she finally stopped her body was unusually still. "I feel terrible. If only..." Her voice hovered like her thoughts. "What?" "If only I had... " she had to force the words from her throat. "If only I had... spotted them." "Don't" he responded quickly to interrupt her thought. "Don't blame yourself. Everyone had a chance to make a visual. They were dug in! Practically invisible. You were the first to respond!" There was silence. He wanted to say more but he was sure he'd got his message across. She sighed quietly and then nothing for a few more minutes. They were both acutely aware of each other. ---- "I can't sleep." She moaned. "Ummm. Nor can I!" He said flatly. "Someone keeps talking!" She giggled like a young girl and then there was silence again. The cold creeped across the cave and descended like sharpened spears. Then he definitely felt her press her back against him and lift her head slightly. Even in the dark he could make out the slender lines of her pale neck against her darker combat top. He made nothing of it but he was feuding inside. His angst for the loss of his friends churned around in his thoughts. He knew she wasn't to blame but somehow she was the focus of his frustration. He took a big intake of breath and exhaled slowly, trying to expel the rising knot of tension in his body. Chloe's mind was spinning too. She heard Jake breathing, it was heavy and laboured. She felt some debt to him for keeping her focused on escaping safely. He was straightforward and clear thinking and she liked that. It helped put her own mind in order. She was replaying the moment when she saw the first RPG. She couldn't stop cursing herself, if only she had paid closer attention to the canyon. Surely she would have been able to spot the insurgents and prevent so much loss. She twisted her body in anguish hoping for some relief. When Chloe twisted her head back against his shoulder, he felt the loose threads of hair against his cheeks. Her scent wafted over him. It was pure, sweet and inviting like the nectar of a single flower in an oasis. He lent forward and placed his cheek against it. As his stubble rubbed her skin she tipped her head away to expose more of her neck, murmuring gently. Helmand's Secret Jack felt Chloe respond to his touch. She began to stretch out her legs and arch her back as if he were controlling her with his thoughts. His thoughts were dark. He wanted revenge against his unseen enemy. If his thoughts were clear he could never hurt her but right now his vision was clouded and confused. His body was guided by her movements, he lightly clawed her neck with his fingers. Her hair slipped over her shoulders, and down her back. He kissed her neck and her supple skin melted against his lips. He could feel her muscles and sinew below the skin and closed his mouth around them playfully. The warmth of the blood running through her veins was intoxicating. He reached around her throat and gripped her chin, turning her face towards his and ran his lips over hers, feeling her contours in the blackness. They said nothing. She opened her mouth and let him probe inside with his tongue which changed him. He wanted her completely. He pulled her onto her back by her shoulders and straddled her fully clothed. He forced her head against the sand with his palm against her neck. He lent down, pressed his mouth hard against hers, biting her tongue playfully as she slipped it into his mouth. Their moist tongues twisted and explored together making quiet promises to each other. He lightly gripped her lower lip with his mouth, pulling his head away and letting her lips rake slowly through his teeth and then immediately plunged back to her mouth for more. He ran his hand between the buttons of her jacket and groped at her ample bust, smoothing it under his palm and scraping the underside of her breasts through her thermal garments. He could feel her nipples peak and glided them between his fingers. He edged his kisses across her cheek, reaching her ear where again he gripped and pulled at her lobe breathing heavily and noisily. He followed the alluring path down the delicate line of her neck kissing and nibbling the edges of her taught tendons as she revealed her neck for him. His mind was racing like a predator as he sucked at her flesh and into his mouth. He could smell his spit infusing with her delicate feminine fragrance, degrading it back to the basic odour of bases and pheromones. The freezing cave was not enough to prevent a wave of heat spread across Jack's back. He rapidly unfastened his jacket top. Chloe did the same, leaning forward to discard it to her side and then allowing jack to yank off both of her under layers over her shoulders and head. No sooner had they hit the floor, she was unclasping her bra and casting it aside. He ran his fingernails down the length of her naked body and tucked them under her combat trousers, prying them open to reveal her black thong. He placed his hand between her silky legs and traced it smoothly over the soft fabric covering her mound. He could tell from the touch on his fingertips she was clean shaven and he groaned with anticipation. He loosened her combat belt, seized it along with her pants at the hip, and jerked them down over her buttocks and to her ankles and leather boots. He was right about her being hairless, her thighs and mons Venus were almost effervescent white in the dim light. He looked at the myriad of laces holding her boots and trousers firmly in place. Chloe giggled at his frustration but before he could grapple at them she raised her legs high over her waist and neatly slipped her slacks off over her heels, leaving her naked, save her heavy oversized boots. His mind leapt, as she lay open before him. He could barely see her outline yet the scent of her sex coiled around him like the beguiling smoke from an opium pipe. He pushed her thighs apart and dived with open mouth right between her legs. Her sticky vulva clung to his cheeks as he rubbed his face and lips against her moist opening. He savoured her delightful ridges and contours in the dark, feeling his way blind with the edge of his sensitive lips and tongue. She was gaping open and he flicked across her recesses, lapping her flowing juices over his lips and around her entrance, edging his long tongue up her crevasse to her delicately poised clitoris that hung like a bell clapper under her hood and pealed out her sweet rhythmic moan as she quivered upon his firmly striking touch. His fingers roamed over her breasts as he run his tongue up and down her depths, feeling her inner labia yield and slip away as he played her slowly. When her lips fanned out, he sucked her back into his mouth holding her neatly between his lips and teeth like a cat playing with its prey, only to restart and splay her open again and again, working his spit into her until she was like a soft pot of jelly. He drank her in until he felt the pain of his cock raging against the confines of his trousers. He leaned back to tear open his trousers, but before he could slip them down, Chloe was low on her knees in front of him pulling him free and ferociously tugging his trousers to the ground. She impaled her throat over his cock, clamping her lips hard against the middle of his rigid member. She could feel the ridge of his helmet against the back of her tongue and forced her head slowly down harder onto him. Her spittle rose up from the back of her throat and she began to spread it along his length as she bobbed her head up and down without losing any suction on him. Her hands clung to his hips as she used the strength in her back and weight of her head to pound him against the base of her tongue and throat. Her ponytail swished repeatedly against his tummy as she continued without signs of tiring. Her mouth smacked hollow as she finally pulled free, her thick saliva oozing down the underside of his proud prick. She placed her lips tightly around its head and twirled her tongue along his frenulum, and dabbed her tongue in his meatus hole, teasing out his pre cum and slurping the gooey strands into her mouth and greedily swallowing it as she threw her head back in excitement. She sat upright on her knees and lifted one leg and slid his cock along the full length of her cunt, sliming it with herself and then bending back down, feeding on her own juice. She smacked her lips, teasing him with her hunger. Jack was aching so hard at her foreplay that he slapped her playfully across her cheek but she simply moaned with pleasure, turning her head immediately back for more. Jack was already near breaking point. He forced her prone, pushing her back with his open hand against her neck. He slid his own trousers off over his boots and felt her open thighs lightly brush against his hips as he arched forward onto his arms over her. He pushed his cock down and felt it align in the base of her slit. His weight pivoted forward and he felt her stretch exquisitely, engulfing him as he glided into her channel. His skin slid back as he drove deeper inside her tightly snug vagina. He continued to push himself further in one slow motion until he could feel the clutching end of her cunt and her inner labia resisting against the wide base of his cock. They both shuddered as they fully engaged, taking a moment to register their overloading senses. He squirmed and began to thrust his weight against her body as she locked her heavy boots around his calves. He slid his left hand under her buttocks and she lifted herself upwards so her could feel their perfect form and brush them free from sand. He slapped them hard a number of times and them squeezed them upwards with his powerful arms. She was pinned against him with such force that his hand slipped into the crack of her behind. He could feel her anus at his finger tips and smeared them against it, pressing her sphincter so that it yielded to one finger and then another. The length of his finger gradually disappeared inside her as they knocked together in a perfect synchronous rhythm. He could feel the underside of his cock with his fingers within her and she cried out with animal passion as he stroked her inner membranes and continued to gather pace. At the same time his chest bounced against hers, their pointing nipples colliding together. Then she started to whine, a low moan that rose in pitch with each thrust and penetration. Her crimes were dissolving as she served her penitence beneath him. Then his rising tide of excitement began to break and he felt the uncontrollable surge of cum within him. He convulsed as he felt it spurt and gush inside her and before he could gain control, another wave broke and then another each releasing more, cramming her insides with his fluid. Her high pitched whines suddenly became gulps of air as she clamped him hard and shook with her own orgasm. She relaxed a moment and sounded panicked. "Oh oh ooooh!" Her voice wavered like her muscles and before he knew what was happening she squirted against his pubes, a hot stream splashing against him and running down over his balls. Then she quivered and collapsed to the sand. She was spent and purred. "Oh fuck!" He uttered. He let his head droop and rested his glistening forehead and cheek against hers, panting from the exhilaration. "Oh I needed that!" She responded. "Mmmmm" His breathing slowed and his heart calmed. She could feel him relaxing inside her. She looked up at him with dreary eyes and twitched her inner muscles on him, making him hard with each pulse. His smiling face lowered against hers as he kissed and played games with her lips until he had no energy remaining. Their high trickled away and the cold slowly permeated their senses. They fumbled in the dark to find their clothes and wrestled them back on in their dreamy state and wrapped themselves around each other and tried to sleep. Throughout the night, Jack and Chloe clung together like limpets on a sea battered rock. They had both barely slept! They had shivered the whole night through with the effort to keep out the invading bitter chill. But as the first rays of sunlight broke into the back of the cavern it brought with it fizzing warmth that diffused slowly across the trapped dry air. Their fierce embrace became more forgiving and allowed them to finally recoup their fatigue. Jack occasionally peeked through his narrow eyes at his rifle propped against the wall but as the light dispersed his attention was drawn to the innocent beauty, entwined around him and asleep. He had not gazed upon her so closely before. Her features were elf like, with tight drawn lips, high cheek bones and slender nose. Her red ponytail curled under her chin and radiated a new lustre under the desert dawn light. The weight of her head rested on his arm and he remained motionless, letting her dream away and delay the realisation of their harsh predicament. A few hours passed and they both work with a start. As her eyes grew accustomed to the bright light she looked jack in the face. "Oh my, your camouflage is a little different," she giggled She smoothed around his mouth and he realised that half of his greasy camo paint was missing from his face and was probably spread between her legs. "Oh. Haha." He touched his chin and saw nothing come off on his hand. His lower face revealed his clean skin and his upper part still blacked out. He resembled a poor comical hero like batman wearing a cheap mask. She embraced him and gave him a morning kiss as if they were used to sleeping in the same bed every day. Jack blinked and tried to recollect if the whole night had been a weird dream. "So, are we waiting till dark again before we move on?" She asked. "Probably best!" He answered. He took the remaining ration bars from his jacket pocket and handed one to her. "Breakfast darling?" He said smiling. "Oh yum. Yes please." She mocked, grabbing the plastic wrapper out of his hand and tearing it open quickly. She demolished it rapidly and then touched his thigh. "I'm still hungry" she said smirking. Jack looked at her beautiful alluring smile. He now felt so easy in her company. She had a magnetism he had never seen before. He felt he could trust her. "Well, we do have some time to kill." He said beaming across his wide set jaw. "Oh, my hero. Please!" She squealed acting out a damsel in distress crawling away. "Right that's it!" He said grabbing her from behind. His hands went straight to her hips and he tugged down her trousers revealing her naked bum. "Oh Batman. What's got over you!" She tried saying seriously but failing and burst into laughter. Jack was enjoying his new role as hero gone bad and slapped her with his open hand across her buttocks so hard it echoed in the cavern and left a bright red hand print on her rear. "Owww." She yelled. Jack was on his knees behind her and slipped down his trousers and pants and his member bobbed free. She lower herself and Jack spat on her ass and slipped his deposit into her tight asshole with his finger. Then he aligned carefully and pushed himself in as she pushed back against him. "Ummmm" she moaned. He pulled her thighs back and forced every inch of himself into her depths letting her groan as she stretched around his girth. Then he started shoving her, bouncing against her shapely curves. Her ass was soft and cold against his groin. He took hold of her pony tail and pulled her hair in time with his thrusts watching the outline of her breasts jostle forward and back. Their pace was slow at first but once they had settled into a rhythm, they struck against each other faster. Her pussy slapped against his balls as he sodomised her completely. He arched his back and was coming close to climax. She twisted her head and looked in his eyes, biting her lower lip and enjoying the twisted expressions on his face. Then, without warning, she slipped forward, spun around and gripped his cock in one hand, and grabbed his bum in the other and sucked his cock deep into her throat, pushing him firmly into her mouth with her hand on his buttock. He had already gone past the point of no return and was still thrusting his hips forward and back, trying to get off, but it was now against her face and willing mouth. He gripped a bunch of her hair and held her close to his body. She hummed from the back of her mouth and the small vibrations played right down to his balls and then he felt himself go with a guttural groan. His cum pumped into her mouth and she let it fill her, bubbling over the back of her tongue while holding her breath, wanting it all. He continued to ooze from his tip and she could feel it was about to overflow from the corners of her mouth but she held her lips fast against his cock waiting a full minute for him to empty. When he finally dropped his head she moved her hand from his dick to his balls and pressed them upwards against her lips, forcing any remaining semen into her already bulging cheeks. He felt her tongue roam along his tip and then, with her lips still tight around him, she slipped him out, tilted her head back and showed him his cum in her open mouth before taking several gulps to swallow it all. "Ahhh. You taste good batman! Superhero sperm is so hot!" she said in a watery voice. He looked down at her young innocent face and rubbed his cock against both of her cheeks and along her lips and then stopped abruptly. He turned his head towards the exit. He could hear a distant rumbling noise. "Oh shit. He lent forward and kissed Chloe quickly on the lips and pulled his combat trousers back on. It soon became apparent that the noise was the rumble of tyres, coming ever closer. Jack grabbed his rifle and tucked in behind the cavern wall, prying through his rifle scope. Moments later he spotted a brown Land Rover approaching on dusty tracks. He kept it in his sights and saw the faces of two British soldiers and a small British flag flapping from the rear antenna. "Ah, we have friendlies in the area!" He cried out. He watched the Land Rover park and two officers disembarked. The driver took out a pair of binoculars and scanned the rocks in his direction. Jack stepped out of the cave into clear view and waved his arms. The officer waved back and stuck his thumb into the air. "Looks like our taxi has arrived!" He said nonchalantly. Jack and Chloe's faces were a mix of relief and disappointment. Chloe rapidly put her clothes back on and Jack grabbed his goggles and rifle. They edged their way back out of the cave and descended to the officers awaiting them. "Sorry it took us so long to find you! We only just got Intel on your movements from our satellite and traced your movements here. We came as quick as we could." His voice was trim and clipped. They looked at the cheery officers face and mustered a quick thank you. Jack shook his hand and the officer looked a little confused. He could smell something unpleasant and grimaced. "Well, don't all thank us at once." The officer said properly. He escorted them back to the rover and they settled into the back seat for the return ride. Chloe and Jack exchanged smirks not knowing how to deal with their new found company. "We'll be back in less than an hour." He continued stiffly. The officer grabbed some chewing gum from the dashboard. "Want a mint?" Chloe looked at Jack and smiled. "No that's ok thanks." She said straight-faced. The officer looked a little puzzled as he threw them back on the dash. "Ah no problem. You can get cleaned up when you get back. Just relax now. We have you secure!" "Thanks, to be honest, I can't wait to jump in the showers!" Chloe said and gave Jacks right thigh a little squeeze out of the officer's sight. They bumped over the dusty trail back to FOB Gibraltar safely and right back to Chloe's camp. She jumped down from the vehicle with her confidence back in her stride. "Well, see you soon Jack. Thanks for taking care of me!" She called touching her lips. Jack noticed her army ID on her lapel. "I'll find you sooner than you think. I've got your number!" He called back waving goodbye. The officer shook his head and pressed his foot on the gas and the tyres spun briefly before they disappeared.