I guessed Lun Uthman was in his mid-forties. Tall, and stocky, he reminded me of a young Morgan Freeman. It was his short greying hair, moustache and pitted skin that triggered the comparison.

He was waiting for an answer. "Peter had already left the chalet when I woke up this morning. The shower wasn't working, so I went for a swim."

He removed a walkie-talkie from his inside pocket and turned it on. "Kabir?" The handset crackled with an acknowledgement. "I have the girl. Peter Mounet is still missing." He listened for a moment and then put the handset away.

"Alright. Go straight to the hotel and wait there with the other guests in the dining room. Have your breakfast and we'll locate Peter."

"He's probably already having his breakfast."

"No, he's not."

He was very blunt and never took his eyes off me. I liked black guys, because I found them transparent and uncomplicated, but I was getting completely different vibes from the middle-aged, suited dude. I was going to put the costume on before returning to the chalet, but I could go back with the towel wrapped around my body.

"I'll go and change and then get my breakfast..."

"Emi, I have just locked your chalet. You and Peter are the last couple unaccounted for. Put your clothes on and do as I say."

I was aghast. "We've paid for two weeks here and you've locked our chalet? Why have you done that?"

"Everything will be explained in the dining room." He folded his arms and glared at me.

I could see that I wasn't going to get any more out of him, so I turned my back to him and dropped the towel. I slipped the suit on, which consisted of a tiny thong and skimpy top. It felt even more lewd than when I tried it on at home. With the short kimono over the top, I was half decent, but the flimsy style of the jacket revealed half of my butt cheeks if I bent forwards.

I wrapped the towel around me and set off up the steep path. I was out of breath when we reached the bottom of the steps to our chalet. I turned, having decided to make another effort to sweet talk him into letting me change.

"Lun, I need to wear something decent in the hotel. "Please let me change into a pair of shorts and a shirt. I also need a pair of sandals."

He considered my request for a moment, all the time examining my body with his large bloodshot eyes. He gave me the creeps, but I needed to change and I wanted my smack, just in case they were going to search the chalets. I wasn't sure what the penalty was for having drugs, like heroin in Cameroon and I didn't want to find out.

He visibly made up his mind and pointed up the steps. "Follow me, but don't touch anything unless I say." He set off up the stairs.

I didn't like the way he was talking, but I was relieved to be allowed to change. "Thank you, Lun. I appreciate it."

As I followed him, I noticed he was wearing heavy army boots, which were at odds with his smart linen suit. He stood silently on the landing, while sorting through a bunch of keys, then stood back to let me pass into the sitting room. It was only 8.30 in the morning but the humidity had already risen to uncomfortable levels. The air conditioning had been switched off and the windows were closed, so it was stiflingly hot inside.

The largest of the two rooms had windows on both sides. Looking out toward the old hotel, I spotted an armed soldier with a figure whose silhouette looked like Peter's. They were walking between two of the chalets and the man was holding a hand to his head, but they quickly disappeared from view before I was sure it was my partner.

"I... I think I saw Peter with a soldier. What's going on? Why are there soldiers walking around the resort?"

He was standing in the bedroom doorway. "You ask too many questions, girl. Get changed, or you'll go to the hotel in your swimsuit."

His manner had changed from cold to icy and his voice had dropped and become low and toneless.

"I beg your pardon," I gasped. "Are you really the manager of the resort?" I began to worry, suddenly wary of the big man.

I was only 5'4" and 55 kg and he was a big guy, maybe 6'3" tall. The disparity was magnified in the confines of the chalet and I regretted pissing him off. I don't know why he expected a stranger to blindly follow his orders without explaining himself, but I could have been more co-operative. Still, his sudden change of attitude was alarming.

He stepped back into the bedroom to allow me to pass and when I did, a huge hand closed on the back of my slim neck.

"What the fuck are you doing...?"

He marched me to the bed and pushed my head down, until I was lying half on and half off the mattress. I dropped my towel as I made a grab for his hand, and in doing so completely exposed my ass cheeks.

"Stay still, bitch, or the punishment will be worse."

The moment he released my neck, I looked over my shoulder in time to see him grab a hair brush from the dressing table. I rolled onto my side as he approached.

"You'll be committing an assault," I cried. "You'd better not hit me with that."

"I am going to assault you, girl, because your insolence has to be punished."

"Insolence...?" My voice climbed. He arrived just as I got my knees on the bed. "Leave me alone!" I screamed.

"Yell all you want, girl..." He threw the brush on the covers and grabbed my ankles.

"Get the fuck off me!" I screamed. He twisted and pulled my legs until I was back in the original position. I decided to try another tack. "All right, tell me what you want."

He pinned me to the bed with a hand in the middle of my back. Thwatt! Thwatt! Thwatt! Thwatt!

"Yeiiiiiiii!" I screamed at the top of my voice, as the blows landed on my exposed buttocks. "Ahhhhhhhh!"

He stopped but kept the pressure on my back. "In future, I want you to respond immediately when I give you an order..."

"Why should I? I'm on holiday, for fuck's sake." Thwatt! Thwatt! Thwatt! Thwatt! "YES! All right... Stop. Please stop." Thwatt! Thwatt! Thwatt! Thwatt!

The second and third volleys were far more painful and had me blubbering like a baby. "Pleeeeeeeze stopppppppp..." I cried, as tears streamed down my face.

He removed his hand. "Get up, girl, and stand to attention."

I scrambled to my feet and stood with my arms by my side. The presence of his gun, the boots and his military speak, were warning signs of a serious situation developing out of control. He exuded authority in bucket loads and towered over me.

"How old are you?"

I tried to stop snivelling. "I... I'll be twenty soon."

"And your boyfriend, Peter?"

I didn't see any harm in telling him our ages. "He's twenty-eight." He reached out, slipped the kimono off my shoulders and let it drop to the floor. "Wh... what are you doing?"

"Girl, I'm giving you a chance to impress me. The others are waiting patiently at the hotel to hear their fate and here you are with a golden opportunity to shine."

I was cursing my stupidity. I shouldn't have worried about my clothes. "What do you mean, hear their fate?"

"Girl, you weren't listening. This is your last chance. Do you want to impress me, before we go to the hotel?" He was still gripping the hairbrush in his right hand and looked as though he was just itching to lay into me again. "... or, do you want me to teach you how to respect the orders of a superior officer?"

"Um, yes, I do... er, I will," I said, hesitantly.

I knew what he wanted, but I didn't want to perform any kind of sex act, especially after what had happened to me during the night.

"Get on with it, then."

I lifted the bikini bra off my breasts and wriggled it over my head. Like the thong bottom, it was mainly straps; and I hardly felt less dressed after removing it. The briefs were a different matter, but there was no point in delaying, so I whisked them down and kicked them away.

"Stand to attention, Ishimoto."

It was so Bizarre to be standing naked in front of a middle-aged black guy, pretending to be on a parade ground.

"Very good, soldier. I want to see your shoulders back and your chest out. Head up... That's it."

He reached out with his free hand and fondled my left breast.

"How did you get these marks, Ishimoto?"

"Ahhh," I moaned when he tweaked my nipple. What on earth should I tell him? "During sex..." Thwatt! "Ow, that hurt!"

Standing beside me, he had swatted my ass, while continuing to massage my breast. "Face forward and don't move your head during inspection."

It was dawning on me that he was deadly serious, maybe a little crazy.

"Ishimoto, you will answer my questions formally. I am your superior officer. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Better. Do you understand the meaning of the word, discipline?"

"Er... yes, Sir..."

"Good. So, tell me, is your boyfriend responsible for all these marks on your body?"

He released my breast and used the brush to point out the bruises and love bites, as well as some scratches I hadn't noticed on my leg. It was pointless admitting to a stranger that I had been jack-rolled during the night. A stranger who was in the process of abusing me in a similar fashion.

I had to wait until I could speak to the proper authorities. Then, I'd report both incidents at once. First though, I had to survive what Lun Uthman had in store for me.

"Peter is a very passionate young man..."

"So, you like it rough." He pushed his face into mine. "I'm looking for someone who can take knocks and shrug them off. That's a good attitude to have in the military." He poked his finger in my stomach. "But, you're too soft, Ishimoto."

Returning to my side, he slid his hand over my abdomen and stroked my mons with the tips of his fingers He made a point of teasing my pudendal dimple. Then, the hand travelled upward to my decent sized breasts.

"These are one of your strong points..."

"Ahhh, that hurts." Thwatt!

"You are forbidden to speak unless spoken to. Stand, at ease."

I had seen the posture in the movies, so opened my stance and held my hands behind my back. He walked around me slowly and returned to my side.

"The third posture is hands on the deck. Are you familiar with it, Ishimoto?"

I had a pretty good idea what it involved, but I was loath to admit it. "No, Sir."

"Bend forward, place your hands on the floor and walk them forward until your back is parallel with the floor."

It was an awful position to adopt. Should I argue and get another thrashing, or should I get on with it? Against all my better judgement, I chose the latter. I was very supple and had no problems carrying out his wishes.

He pushed the brush between my thighs. "Get these feet further apart, soldier."

As soon as I had widened my stance, he laid the brush on my back. Then, leaning over my body and facing my posterior, he began fondling my buttocks. "These, Ishimoto, are your finest asset."

He kneaded and pulled them one way and then the other, demonstrating the power he wielded in his massive hands. I knew when he grabbed my neck earlier that he could snap it with a flick of the wrist. I didn't have to stretch my imagination far to believe he could split my ass in two as easily as breaking an apple down the middle.

He moved round and looking between my legs, I could see he was standing foursquare behind me. I half expected to feel the crown of his dick prodding one of my exposed entrances, but he chose to delay the act.

A hand dipped between my thighs and began stroking my pussy. His effort to stimulate my tender folds were clumsy, but they had the desired effect. My lips were already distended and sore, but that condition only seemed to heighten my arousal levels.

He mashed and squeezed my clitoral ridge. "Are you always this wet, Ishimoto?"

"Ahhhhh," I groaned as he pulled on my hot flesh. "No, Sirrrr..." He then slid two sizable digits into my gaping orifice.

"Horny is not good for bitch soldiers, Ishimoto. A bitch has three holes for a reason." His slippery thumb pressed against my anal whorl.

"Ahhhhh, Sir, that hurts!" But, he breached the sore muscles.

"Quit complaining. It looks as though your boyfriend has been boning you all night. Tell me, why has a bitch got three holes?"

His thumb and fingers went deeper, enabling him to scissor my orifices. "Uhhhhh, er, to give her man a choice?"

"Exactly! In the army, your holes are part of your equipment and you've got to be trained on how to use them. Don't worry, though, we'll put you through plenty of exercises in the coming days."

I was tender and hurting, but my body was responding to the crude exploration of my creamy succulence and hot rectum. He was preparing me with crude words and I was sure it was just a matter of time before he filled one of my orifices with his thrusting, black cock.