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Heartthrobs 1
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Subject: Heartthrobs 1
Darkness had fallen over their path
since sundown and he was relying on night
vision gear for their navigation. She was
falling a little further back now, so he
urged her on, reminding her to breath more
air than she really needed. She still has
not gotten the hang of running with a
breathing pattern, he thought.
He rounded the guardpost and spotted
only three non-rates on duty. Perfect for
getting past. They didn't know what time
it was, let alone who was on their post.
With the silence of a feline, they stalked
across the dark, open path and into the woods
on the other side. They continued apace with
adreneline flowing in their veins. She was
now lost, but he fully expected that, since
she had no map-reading experience or land
nav training.
Up ahead, he saw Tower Seven and it's rapidly
blinking aviation lights. It stood a staggering
1400 feet tall and they would be at the top in
less than thirty minutes.
She pulled at his arm and begged a two minute
rest. He capitulated and then offered her one.
She was carrying only half what he was in weight,
but it still totalled over fifty pounds. She
took a sip from her spare canteen in her cargo
pocket. She'd emptied the two clipped on her
warbelt because of the hot night air. She drank
greedily after a moment, trying to quench the
thirst within. Her lips relished the wetness.
They approached the tower from the south
where it wasn't the darkest, but adequately so.
He clipped the chain links in rapid succession
She pulled open the slack and slid under, then he
did the same, pulling the fence back into place.
At the tower base, she reloaded her pack and
grounded her warbelt and weaponry. He grounded
his night goggles and surveilance gear, but kept
his nine mil.
Above the first junction, at about 350 feet,
she lost her footing on the dewy footholds. She
followed her training and jutted her arms out to
catch herself. Her triceps caught most of the brunt.
They recovered and pressed all the way to the top.
Their hearts pounded with intensity and their palms
were wry with cuts. They felt nothing but animal
passion.
She tied-off her pack at the transmitter level.
He tied off next to her and began to strip. She
joined him and they were clothless in minutes. The
boots and pants were only a challenge they cherished.
They'd prepared this in the woods for hours, but
now it was real and they were at risk. And the night
was perfect. They could see the lights of Los Angeles
to the North and San Diego to the south. They had
all they needed for the night. Pendleton was home.
With rythmic perfection, they unloaded their packs
in a reverse-preload maneuver and deressed one another.
She put the black half-shirt and spikes on his upper body
Then she put the leather chaps on his legs and refitted
his boots for him.
With polished routine, he tied her hands together and
kept her balanced. Then, above his head across the center
of the traingle shaped tower, he tied an 800 pound test rope.
He raised her up in position and cuffed by the wrists to
the rope and she dangled off into a world of trust.
She hung for a few moments taking in the humid
night air. He reached above himself and got a beaner
and some other clamps and a harness. He seated himself
in the harness, clipped a rope to the beaner, and snugged
the beaner around the supports one level above them.
The sweat was already running down her belly and
he was pumped as well. They knew this was the moment.
He grabbed a cat from his pack and fitted it firmly
into one hand. With the other hand, he gripped the
rope supporting him and pushed off on a tangent.
With lightning accuracy, he snapped the cat at her
buttocks. She could not anticipate the next strike
because of the wind whistling in her ears. He was
everywhere at once and she was the owner of a throbbing
clit. She ached for release. Just the act of breaking
security and making the climb had gotten her excited
beyond belief.
He kept her under ferocious attack, never really
letting her alone. She started her instinctive whimpers
as he stopped being easy on her. Then he let loose
with more of the power in his shoulder and forearm and
she yelped loudly.
He stopped spinning long enough to grab eight ammo
clips and her made them one with her nipples. She
screamed in delight louder until all four were on each
nipple. She was now a near constant erotic voice in the
sky. But he had other plans.
He pushed-off daringly again and resumed his catting.
She got the groin, belly, and tits this time. She needed
him to continue more than she needed him to stop, but
just barely so. She was living out a fantasy for him and
she was not going to spoil it.
Then, from the ground, their faces lit and she heard
voices from a bullhorn urging motionlessness. Their eyes
met and he gave her a look of reassurance. She felt nothing
but doubt. The Base Commanding General would not be pleased
to hear of this. Not his daughter and that damn Marine again.
Sounds of hammering steel radiated from the ground
then seconds later, the rattling started. They were being
pursued and were trapped in an embarassing situation. Faster
and faster came the footsteps and the distance closed. She
looked at him again as if to beg he cover her. He looked
down trying not to give any sign of emotion.
"You still got that privacy problem, Devil Dog?" came the
first of a series of snarling questions. She looked at him
and he grinned. She felt foolish when she remembered he
knew everyone on duty at Post Seven.
"Yeah, and fuck you, anyway. I almost got her off before
you guys spotted us", he grinned. "Wanna watch the rest?"
Before the begging could start, she realized that it was
all planned this way and she was going to be a source of
their pleasure anyway. She settled down to enjoy it.
"Whip me some more, you bastard!" she invited he and the
rest. "I need it bad".
And with that, he pulled out two more cats and called
down to his buddies for a hand. They did her in style and
you could hear the screams for miles as she came.
It's good to be the general's daughter, she thought.
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