An adult-orientated story of betrayal and torture at the hands of terrorists. Although the sex is there it is part of the torture and the story as opposed to being the story!
Ann Stafford was a brilliant and sexy engineer, and she was also the U.S Air Force's top weapons developer, until some rising General had her tossed out.
Too late the Big Brass found out that their top weapons developer had been captured by terrorists and they were about to sell her to Chinese Intelligence.
With the nation's security on the table they turned to their best agents to take care of the mess they had made.
Thomas Dundee and Renee Dubois were a pair of hard fighting lovers that had never failed an assignment. They were given a simple but deadly order, “Don’t let the Chinese get their hands on her. Bring her back if you can and if not, do what you must. The nation is depending on you.”
EXTRACT
Ann Stafford lay handcuffed to a rusty, steel framed surplus army
cot. She wore only a dirty pair of bikini panties. Her other clothes
had been taken way from her.
She was imprisoned in a cement block building that had once been
part of a sugar plantation. Now it was a hide out for the Fangs of
the Cobra.
Once the compound had been a neat and orderly place. Trim
shrubs and well heeled lawns had provided a sense of order to the
front part. Processing yards laid out with military precision made up
the back half.
Over the years the jungle had reclaimed not only the fields but
also the factory compound itself. Heavy foliage grew everywhere
slowly taking back the land. Plants of all manners grew through the
windows and even through weathered cracks of the floor.
In the next room a heated argument was taking place and Ann was
the cause of the argument. She had just been recaptured after an
unsuccessful escape attempt.
The attempted escape had been an unplanned spur of the moment
thing.
They had decided, after six days, to let Ann have a bath. The
girl tasked to guard Ann went to get a pack of cigarettes leaving Ann
alone.
The woman had less experience, as a prison guard than she did as
a kidnapper and never considered Ann would run. Ann had seen what
looked like a chance to escape and without thinking just took it.
What followed could have been a scene from a grade B woman’s
prison movie. Her escape was soon discovered and an immediate chase
ensured. A scantly clad girl running for her life from an enraged
pack of prison guards determined to see her recaptured. A pack of
baying bloodhounds was the only thing lacking.
She had left the building wearing only her cut off blue jeans
and pulling her tank top on over her head as she ran.
It was a hot day even for the tropics and Ann, after six days of
confinement, had not run far before the heat got to her. Out of
breath and exhausted from the heat the world began to spin before her.
As the world around her spun faster and faster she fell face down.
The tall grass at least cushioned the fall from the baked rock hard
soil that it grew from.
Her race through the grass had left an easy to follow trail.
Less than fifteen minutes after her escape they had found her
still face down where she had fallen.
Two of her pursuers grabbed her arms and dragged her back
through the very path she had just carved.
The actual kidnapping had been practiced many times and had gone
smoothly. But the day to day upkeep of the prisoner was very
difficult. Everything had to be imported from the small towns and
villages near the old mill. They feared attracting any attention to
the mill least a police informer would rat on them.
Since the plan involved taking her while she was on a weekend
trip it was assumed that simply taking her luggage would be enough to
provide everything she needed until the ransom was paid. No one had
considered what an American girl would pack for a romantic weekend
trip or the fact that it would take so long to get the money. In
their minds they had though take her today and get the money tomorrow.
Few of the items she packed had any value at a makeshift jungle
prison. A collection of tiny bikinis and evening clothes all proved
too much for the mostly male liberation band.
That left Ann with only the couple of changes of clothes her
maid had provided them.
The group was split three ways. Some wanted to kill her.
Another successful escape could get them sent to jail or worst.
Some wanted to punish her somehow. She was valuable property
and had to be discouraged from further attempts.
The more meek members wanted to release her and end the thing.
She could identify too many of them so that were quickly outvoted.
It came down to punish her or kill her.
As so often happens money became the deciding factor. Alive she
was worth two million dollars and dead nothing. They needed the
money.
The argument now became what to do with her. They had chained
her to the bed as a temporary measure. Keeping a hostage was proving
a drain on their manpower. Not everyone could be trusted to guard
her. Some of the more aggressive members had been over come by the
pretty American with the, by Filipino standards, big tits and had made
it clear what they were going do with her.
The leader decided that to maintain discipline in the group they
would not be allowed near the prisoner.
He had confessed to his girlfriend that he thought it was a good
idea but could not allow it or they would turn into a band outlaws.
She was happy to hear she didn't have to compete with a pair of 36B's
for his attention. But being the product of an ultra macho society
she quietly worried that maybe her man wasn't so mucho.
The problem still remained as to how to deal with the escape
attempt. After much heated debate it was decided that she would be
beaten for misconduct as a people’s prisoner.
A three-person delegation was dispatched to inform the prisoner
of the decision that had been reached. The delegation consisting of
the leader’s girlfriend and two men that he trusted not to abuse the
prisoner. They entered the room where Ann was chained to the cot.
In mock politeness the girl laid a shirt over Ann's breasts. At
first Ann was grateful for the act of kindness. The feeling left her
as the girl made her speech.
“We have held a legal court martial.” The girl started to speak.
Ann cut her off, “Oh fuck off with your legal court martial.
You assholes have kept me here six days against my will. What’s
fucking legal about that!”
The girl, a little angry at the smart mouth American, shouted,
“Shut up!” The girl’s dislike of American women ran far deeper than
just Ann's attitude.
The girl regained her self and began again, “We have held a
legal court martial and tried you for your misconduct and attempted
escape from legal arrest. You are to be punished for these crimes.”
Ann again exploded, “Punished! What the fuck do you think being
chained naked in this fucking room is? The grand prize on Wheel of
Fortune maybe?”
