Free Cadet 3 by Commander James Bondage Page B

brought the bottle of
hot sauce back, twisted off the cap, and shook some of the contents
onto himself. “Not only does it make good meat taste better, but
it’s a pretty fair lubricant, in a pinch.”
    He again pressed into Jodie’s rear entrance
again. This time, the hot sauce was lubrication enough to allow
Billy to overcome any resistance. Jodie screamed. The hot sauce
felt like burning gasoline, and the pain increased as he penetrated
deeper.
    Billy paused. He whipped off the handkerchief
he had knotted around his neck and stuffed it into the shrieking
Jodie’s open mouth. “Normally, I would let you scream all you
want,” he said, almost apologetically, “but with all those Army
boys only a few miles away, there’s a chance somebody might be
wandering around the neighborhood looking for you, and I wouldn’t
want anybody to find you, at least not until we’re finished
here.”
    He grasped her hips and pulled sharply,
thrusting into her, and then he reached down, encircled her slender
throat with his hands and pressed down on her windpipe with his
thumbs.
    “That Tech co-ed had a great ass, but you’re
the best fuck I can remember, General,” he told the hopelessly
struggling Jodie. “It almost seems a shame not to keep you around,
at least for a few days, but it’s just too risky.”
    At that moment, Jodie was in no condition to
appreciate the compliment. There was a growing buzzing in her ears
and a red mist obscured her vision, turning gradually gray and
growing darker with each passing second. So this is what it
feels like to die , she thought.
    Then there was a sharp crack , followed
immediately by a dull thump in the near distance, and
suddenly the hands gripping her windpipe had been released. A heavy
impact on her left leg, side and shoulder sent her spinning on the
end of the rope, when Billy’s body bounced off hers as he tumbled
to the ground. As he fell past her, Jodie saw that where the back
of his head had been was now a gaping ruin.
    Revolving around on the rope as she was,
Jodie had only an intermittent view of what followed. A figure
dressed in combat fatigues with an M-63 assault rifle in her hands
rushed silently by her. Jodie heard three more explosions in rapid
succession, the crack of the high velocity bullet cutting
through the air and the thump of the detonating round in the
assault rifle merging into a single sound with each shot, and by
the time her rotation had brought her around to face the far side
of the clearing again, she saw that two of the Carson brothers were
already sprawled bonelessly on the ground and the third was in the
act of joining them.
    The rifleman did not even wait long enough to
see which way he fell. She turned her weapon towards the giant
Mort, who only now was beginning to realize that something had gone
wrong. He had just begun to turn towards the attacker and raise his
hand when flame spurted from the end of the rifle’s barrel, and a
small, neat hole appeared in the middle of his forehead. He
continued to turn as he pitched forward to crash face-first in the
dirt. Jodie had no doubt he was dead before he hit the ground.
    Jodie lost sight of the action as she turned
momentarily away again. When she was once more facing the right
direction, she saw the final member of the gang, Charlie, shuffling
slowly towards the rifleman, with his pants down around his ankles,
his erection poking in front and his hands raised over his
head.
    He said, “I give…”
    Before he could say more, there was another crack and a hole the exact diameter of a 5.56mm bullet
formed just above and directly between Charlie’s bushy eyebrows. He
was thrown backwards, landing heavily and sending a cloud of dust
particles into the beam of the flashlight he had dropped on the
ground behind him.
    Kate Swenson walked over to the corpse,
leaned over, pursed her lips and sent a wad of saliva to splash on
the forehead of the blankly staring face. “Oh, I’m sorry. Did you
want to say