Posted by tina on November 12, 2008 at 20:05:26:
Hi, everyone! In honor of veteran's day a little story from our armed forces. Enjoy!
“Captain Blair and Black Marketers”
By Tina
Captain Blair came to attention and gave a sharp salute. The colonel returned the salute just as crisply without getting up.
“At ease, captain,” the colonel commanded.
His voice was a rich baritone that easily filled the office. The colonel had probably missed a theatrical career by remaining in the army. He continued to sing in the base choir but that was the extent of his musical endeavor. As base commander the compelling voice certainly was an asset.
The captain began to shift uneasily despite being at ease. She could almost feel the colonel’s eyes roving over her body. Even in her conservative class “A” uniform there was no mistaking Janet Blair’s gorgeous figure. In fact the captain had her skirts and blouses tailored to accentuate her long legs and full bosom. At that moment the colonel was enjoying the steady rise and fall of those breasts as he pretended to study the report that he was reading when the Captain arrived. The light green blouse was just sheer enough to give a hint of Captain Blair’s lacey white bra. The lascivious officer had taken another quick peek at the dimpled knees and the shapely calves under the nude pantyhose.
“Take a seat, captain,” the colonel said when his inspection was complete, “what can I do for you today?”
Janet Blair sighed. She liked to show off her body for men but there was something about the colonel’s demeanor that gave her the willies. If he weren’t the base commander and the only person she could trust to help her, she would have taken her discovery elsewhere.
“I wonder if he was mentally undressing me.”
Captain Blair of course kept that thought to herself as she took the proffered seat. She carefully crossed her legs tugging her skirt down without much success. As the Colonel’s eyes roved over her exposed lower thigh Janet Blair was quietly regretting wearing her uniform skirts so short.
“So what do you have for me Captain,” the Colonel asked again with the kind of smile that said the double entendre was intentional.
Janet leaned forward and dropped a manila folder on the Colonel’s desk.
“Sir, I regret to inform you that I have uncovered black marketeering by NCO’s on this base,” the Captain stated without emotion.
“That’s a serious charge, Captain,” the Colonel responded as he rubbed his chin, “I assume you have proof.”
“Yes, sir, there in front of you, sir,” the Captain responded pointing to the folder.
Janet Blair’s breathing picked up as the Colonel opened the folder. He was thumbing through the material, pausing to hold up the pictures the woman had snapped and quietly humming as he reviewed the incriminating evidence.
“That’s Master Sergeant O’Grady is it not,” the Colonel had finally asked, “I mean in the pictures.”
“Yes, Colonel, I am sadden to say that it is,” the Captain said with genuine concern in her voice, “He seems to be the ring leader. As you can see he has been requisitioning various materials, including diesel fuel and then selling them to civilians. I believe some of O’Grady’s customers may include organized crime figures.”
Captain Blair was feeling more confident now. This case would mean a sure promotion to major and Janet Blair wanted that particular rank and grade very badly. Her brother was a Major in the Air Force Reserve and despite being a weekend warrior he was always throwing his rank up to his sister. Now she would be equal in rank and would have the edge based on her active duty status.
Janet Blair’s reverie was interrupted as Colonel Cornelius picked up the telephone. He punched the speed dial and listened a second.
“Corporal Ray, bring my car around to the front,” the Colonel said into the receiver, “And Corporal you will need a firearm and handcuffs for this assignment.”
The Colonel listened for a few seconds then said, “Very good, Corporal.”
He returned the telephone to its cradle.
“Captain, I want you to accompany Corporal Ray and myself to the motor pool,” the Colonel commanded, “I assume you wish to be in on...hmmm...how do you say it...”
“The bust, Colonel,” Janet Blair responded brightly, “Thank you sir, I do wish to be there when we bust the scumbag.”
Janet Blair clamped a hand over her mouth.
“Begging your pardon sir, that just slipped out.”
“Not to worry, Captain, I’m going to see the scoundrel in this case gets what’s coming.”
The Colonel led the way to the front of the company headquarters building. Corporal Ray, a young MP sat in the jeep, motor running as the two officers emerged into the fading light of the early spring evening.
“Captain, go ahead and get into the jeep,” the Colonel said as he motioned for the Corporal to join him, “I want to brief Corporal Ray privately.”
Captain Blair saluted and then walked to the waiting vehicle. She pushed the passenger seat forward and got into the back of the jeep. The Colonel’s gaze did not stray from Janet Blair’s tight ass and long legs as she maneuvered herself into the back of the military vehicle.
Janet Blair paid no attention as the Colonel whispered instructions to the MP. The young man nodded occasionally and finally had saluted to acknowledge his orders.
“Slide over, Captain,” the ranking officer had ordered as he pushed the passenger side seat up, “I think I’ll keep you company on the ride out to the motor pool.”
For the second time Janet Blair tried to pull her skirt down to cover more of her smooth thighs. The back seat of the jeep was cramped and she found it impossible to keep the hem of her uniform from sliding up over her nude stockings. She also soon found the colonel crowding her more than was necessary.
“Damn, wished I’d worn fatigues,” Captain Blair thought to herself as the Colonel stared intently at the lovely exposed expanse of hosiery between hem and knee.
For his part the Colonel was trying to figure out how to lay hands on the Captain’s assets. That of course would be sexual harassment and he was too cautious a man for that. There was no way to arrest him for the dirty thoughts he was thinking as he imagined Janet Blair stripped of her uniform.
“I wonder if she is wearing regulation issue underwear,” the Colonel mused as he placed a hand on the seat next to the lovely Captain.
Janet Blair shifted uncomfortably away trying to shrink herself into the corner of the seat. She was quite relieved when they arrived at the motor pool.
“Pull in to that bay over there, Corporal,” the Colonel commanded.
The MP eased the jeep into the open garage door and then stopped.
The Colonel got out of the jeep and turned to assist Captain Blair. She stepped down from the jeep knowing full well that the colonel was still trying to get a peak at her panties. Janet Blair pulled her skirt straight and then turned to the Colonel.
“You know what to do, Corporal”
“WHAT...WAIT...COLONEL...“ Janet Blair yelled incoherently as the Corporal Ray grabbed her, roughly yanked the officer’s arms behind her back and efficiently ratcheted a pair of handcuffs around the struggling woman’s wrists.
The startled officer looked from the Corporal to the Colonel and back again.
“Captain Blair, you did a marvelous job,” the Colonel said as he pretended to clap his hands in a congratulatory fashion.
“Go find the sergeant while I explain the facts of life to Captain Blair.”
The Colonel took the Captain by the arm and marched her over to the office. The motor pool office was cluttered with open manuals, greasy tools, partially eaten sandwiches and a copy of the current Penthouse. The Colonel pushed Captain Blair down on the old leather couch that sat against one wall. This time the recalcitrant skirt slid up to the top of Janet Blair’s thighs.
“Owe,” the Captain screamed as her body contacted the shot springs of the old lounger.
“I’m afraid Sergeant O’Grady isn’t the how do they say it...uhhh...”
“The brains of the outfit,” Janet Blair coached her superior officer.
“Thank you, Janet,” the Colonel said, “Do you mind if I call you Janet?”
Before she could answer he continued.
“I mean under the circumstances, it seems silly to be so formal.”
“What circumstances are those, sir?” the woman asked uneasily as she tugged at the handcuffs.
“Why, I just assumed a bright girl like you would have figured it out already.”
The Colonel had taken a seat on the couch next to Janet. She had hardly noticed his hand on her knee. As she looked at his smiling face his arm went around her and he pulled her towards him. Then she was aware of his other hand snaking up her thigh, pushing the hem of her dress up and then sliding down the inside of her thigh.
She tried to pull back away from the sudden attack but was helpless to fend off the aggressor.
“Yes, I’m sure there will be an official investigation,” the Colonel mumbled as his lips went under Janet Blair’s chin.
Janet Blair’s head was swimming. Between being cuffed and now being mauled by the Colonel she was in a state of shock. There was no way to resist as the Colonel worked her skirt up around her waist and then slid her pantyhose and panties down.
“Please, Colonel, don’t” she whispered as he pushed her down on the couch.
He just smiled down at her as he forced his way between her legs. He hadn’t even bothered to get her hose and underpants all the way off. Instead he simply pushed her thighs as far apart as possible. Then she felt his hard cock rubbing against her pussy lips. For the first time Janet Blair realized she was wet. The Colonel’s big dick slid easily inside her.
“Ahhhhh,” she moaned softly as he began to rape her.
Her father had been a Top Kick during the Korean War. Even officers didn’t get as much respect from the men and women as a First Sergeant. Janet thought about the secret fantasy she had held deep inside all these years. The fantasy of making love to a powerful man like her father had always come to the fore when she masturbated. Suddenly her long unfulfilled fantasy was brought to the fore.
“Yes, oh God, fuck me,” she moaned as the Colonel took her with hard strokes.
His hands went under her body, clutched her firm ass and his dick pounded her hungry cunt. He had bitten her neck savagely as he had screwed the object of his desire. The Colonel had wanted to take the Captain to bed since she had first come under his command. This was everything he had hoped and more. Then he had tensed and begun to spurt hot cum inside her even hotter slit. Her legs were awkwardly wrapped around his body with her nylons stretched out tight. She had kicked off her right shoe in her abandoned. Her breathing was heavy. Even in this uncomfortable position and being raped by her commanding officer, Janet Blair had felt a release that she had longed for all her life.
“I had an orgasm,” she said as she smiled up at him.
She hardly noticed the pain from the handcuffs.
“Too bad, really,” he said as he smiled down at her, “Such a shame.”
He touched her cheek and then got off the couch.
After that the men had taken turns by rank. Janet Blair lost track of time in the sexual frenzy as each man in turn fucked her ass or mouth or dripping cunt. As the office darkened she wasn’t even sure how many there were. All she knew is that her body was on fire as the lovely cocks violated her.
Then a desk light had been switched on momentarily blinding her. The colonel stood smiling at the ravished woman. She was now totally nude from the waist down. Her blouse had been torn open at some point and her lovely breasts spilled out over the cups of her brassiere.
“Please, fuck me some more,” Captain Blair begged as she looked at the imposing figure of her commanding officer.
“Sorry, captain, fun time is over,” the colonel stated coldly as he took hold of Janet’s right arm.
She struggled to her feet as he pulled her upwards. She could barely walk as he dragged her from the office. She could feel the mix of cum and orgasmic juices drip down the inside of her thighs as the colonel marched her into the bay area.
Sergeant O’Grady stood by one of oil bays. Instead of lift racks the motor pool had pits that the mechanics stood in with the vehicles parked on the floor above them. The pits were deep enough for a man to stand up while he serviced a humvee, daktari or deuce and a half.
“What are you going to do to me?” Janet Blair asked as Colonel Cornelius handed her off to Sergeant O’Grady.
“I’m afraid you’re going to have a terrible accident, Captain.”
Janet looked down into the grease pit. At first she thought they meant to throw her down onto the hard concrete floor. Instead Sergeant O’Grady looped the chain used for engine pulling around the captain’s slender neck. Janet Blair’s eyes got wide as she felt the heavy chain encircle her fragile throat. She shook her head and tried to pull away but the sergeant already had the loop of chain secured.
“A real shame, a U. S. Army captain raped and hung,” the colonel said with mock sympathy, “and no suspects...isn’t that right Corporal Ray?”
“That’s right colonel,” the corporal said as he placed a hand on Janet Blair’s back, “no suspects at all.”
He shoved the captain forward. At first she was able to plant her feet and resist the pressure at her back. Then, inexorably, the strong MP pushed her forward. She felt her body leaning out over the pit, felt the chain tighten and then Janet Blair screamed. Her scream reverberated inside the empty bay area as her body fell forward and her feet dropped into the pit.
“AAAAHHHHHHH....guuuuucccc.....aaaccckkkk.”
Janet Blair’s body swung out over the pit. Her legs pedaled frantically as her feet tried to find footing. The poor woman was literally dancing on air as the chain tightened. There was a cacophony of metal on metal sound as she yanked at the police issue handcuffs and her wild thrashing banged the hanging chain around in the pulley wheel. Of course the dangling damsel heard none of this noise. There was a loud roaring sound in her ears as if a freight train were rolling by her. The blood pressure in her head had skyrocketed as the loop of chain strangled her. All Janet Blair could hear was the terrible sound of her strangled gasps and gurgles.
“aaaccckkkk....hmmmmffffppp.....unnnuhhh”
The three men listened to the groans and moans of their victim. Colonel Cornelius got hard again as he watched Janet Blair’s long legs kicking about above the pit. He looked up at her face. Her pale complexion was now mottled a dark violet color. Her eyes bugged out as they looked back at him. Her tongue flopped around inside her gaping mouth throwing strings of saliva over her darkening cheeks and chin.
After a few minutes her struggles slowed. Her body was undulating much like a dying fish dangling from the end of a fishing line. The chain had cut into Captain Blair’s throat and Corporal Ray could see small trickles of blood running down here and thee around Captain Blair’s neck.
Then her body had started to convulse wildly. Her legs were whipping out and back as the chain closed tighter. With a loud hiss, Janet Blair began to spray the bay floor with yellow piss. Her body had rotated away and then back around to face the three black marketers and her murderers. Her mouth had dropped open at this point and her eyes had rolled up in her head. With her final ounce of energy she pulled her legs up and then they dropped down to jiggle weakly as Janet Blair succumbed to the brutal chain. Her bowel let go with a plop onto the concrete floor of the pit.
“Wow,” Sergeant O’Grady said in awe as he watched the lovely Captain slowly swing.
“Wow indeed,” Colonel Cornelius said turning vehemently to the motor pool NCO, “next time you slip up like this you’ll be dancing too.”
The sergeant looked at the chain buried in Janet Blair’s throat and involuntarily rubbed his own throat.
“Gentleman, when the body is found tomorrow morning, I shall take charge of the investigation. I’ll make sure blame gets laid on an intruder from town. We’ve had some trouble like that recently. Is that clear?”
The corporal and the sergeant both saluted and said, “Yes, Sir, Colonel, Sir.”
Colonel Cornelius took one last, long look at the dangling damsel and shook his head sadly.
“Such a waste,” he said softly as he turned and walked toward his vehicle.