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 �>�In The Hands of Her Enemies -ej



   The thing about pulling duty for the UN was, of course, that you were on
loan and sort of not really involved in what was going on.  That -(TM)s
what Julia thought as she wiped her brow with the pale blue beret.  She
-(TM)d done UN service before.  That had been fun, especially stealing
those tanks and clearing the way into the city where the refugees were. 
This, on the other hand, was getting to be boring.  She was the sole escort
of the local politician and his secretary.  Ju had ridden escort in the
helicopter, just the four of them, Julia, the pilot, the politician, and
his secretary, whom Ju suspected also acted as the man -(TM)s lover.  Ju
was sole escort to the politician in his attempt to convince the elders of
the local tribe to cooperate with the peace plan.  Chief hadn -(TM)t liked
the idea at all.   -�Can -(TM)t send her alone! -� He -(TM)d boomed.  But
they were short handed and the observation helicopter didn -(TM)t really
have space for any other guard detail members.  Ju didn -(TM)t care,
because she knew her role was mostly symbolic.  Not much she could do if
they were attacked.  She -(TM)d really have loved to have had a transport
chopper and a full platoon, instead of the toy helicopter.  They arrived at
the village, landing at a nearby pasture field, and Ju stood by with her
weapon at the ready as the great man descended and shook hand with the
elder leader.  Everybody was sporting serious poker faces and you could cut
the atmosphere with a knife.  One of the local children looked
questioningly at Ju.  She cocked her head in serious study of this 5 foot 7
inches, 128 pound military figure.  Who happened to have a face just like
her mother -(TM)s.  The girl pouted, and Ju did, too.  Then the girl smiled
and Ju smiled back, winking at her.  The girl waved as all the kids ran
after the grownups gone to their council.  Ju and the pilot waited in the
helicopter.  The reason why the child found Ju so like her own mother was
that the arid Sun had accentuated Ju -(TM)s tan to where she looked
somewhat like a native.  But it also made for a hell of a thirst, as Ju was
thinking.  She -(TM)d almost finished the second of her canteens.  Ju felt
the need to go urinate and told the pilot,  -�Excuse me, I have to see to
something. -� He replied,  -�Go right ahead, I -(TM)ve got to check out the
rig, anyhow. -� Ju headed for some nearby scraggly bushes, to get some
privacy while she squatted and relieved her full bladder.  That -(TM)s when
she heard the rumor like a wave approaching.  She stepped out to see the
politician, running hell bent for leather and his secretary behind, high
heels left someplace else and bare feet pounding the earth behind her
so-called boss.  He didn -(TM)t seem to be paying much mind to what
happened to her.  The reason for the wild rush was the population of the
village, at a dead heat behind them and brandishing all sorts of sharp
agricultural instruments.  They were the source of the rumor that seemed
like a rising tide.  Ju slung off her weapon and with her free right hand
circled above her head for the pilot to get the helicopter started.  The
pilot didn -(TM)t need any prompting.  He leapt on the seat and had the
bird a couple of feet off the ground as the politician dove in head first.
One of the village men was about to gain on the secretary.  He grasped her
blouse.  It tore leaving exposed her large breasts clad in a minuscule bra.
The woman screamed.  Ju brought down the man with an open hand blow to the
back of his neck.  Then she noticed another villager preparing to send a
machete flying through the air, as the secretary scrambled for the
helicopter.  Ju charged the man and knocked him down with a blow from her
rifle butt.  Then she realized that the helicopter was lifting.  If she
shot the first line of attackers, she could make it inside. And so it was
that Ju saw the village children, happy and laughing as if it had been a
game, running into her line of fire.  She thought,  -�Oh, shit! -� at the
notion of being again a prisoner.  She tapped the release button, letting
the magazine fall from the rifle.  Then she threw the weapon as far behind
her as she could.  Her hands went up in surrender with a bittersweet
thought that she hadn -(TM)t hurt any of the children, who now ran past her
to marvel at the metal and plastic bird rising far up in the air.  The two
men Ju had knocked out were being helped to their feet.  A third ran to Ju
-(TM)s weapon.  He retrieved it, accidentally squeezed the trigger to let
out a wild shot, and aimed at the helicopter.  Only to realize with a curse
that the weapon did not have a magazine in it and was empty.  The crowd
-(TM)s interest switched to the figure in uniform with arms raised.  The
first blow with a shovel head caught Ju in the pit of the stomach.  She
fell kneeling and doubled over, as someone else punched her in the kidneys
and then someone kicked her in the face.  Her beret was gone, tossed hand
to hand among the crowd.  She hadn -(TM)t worn her earrings and no one
noticed her pierced ears.  Her short cropped hair did not identify her as
female, either, and she was not surprised to hear someone say,  -�Bring the
soldier boy along, don -(TM)t hit him anymore. -� Ju found herself
surrounded by the seventy odd members of the tribe.  Most armed, true, with
agricultural implements.  But sharp agricultural implements.  Ju thought
that she could kill with her bare hands seven, maybe ten of these people
who she had nothing against.  Before they tore her apart, that is.  With a
shudder, Ju resigned herself to being completely in their hands.  The elder
spoke,  -�That bastard offered us nothing but shame and a slow death for
our people! -� He aimed a finger at Ju,  -�And thanks to you he escaped! -�
The elder smiled,  -�But we got you instead! -� Ju replied,  -�Please, Sir,
I only did my job of protecting him, I don -(TM)t even know what this is
about. -� There was silence all around.  The whole audience looked at her
in surprise.  That was a woman -(TM)s voice!  And quite seductive, too.  
-�Who?  What are you? -� The elder exclaimed.  A woman, then a man struck
at her with long handed implements. Ju fell on the ground, for the first
time scared for her life.  She -(TM)d been a prisoner before, and had been
brutalized.  But her captors had been an organized band of not even ten
guerrillas.  Here was a whole mob!  The elder spoke again,  -�Are you an
eunuch? -� Ju almost burst out laughing as she though of the confusion her
well muscled, camouflage-clad, 35C-breasts, 24 inches waist and 35 inches
hips frame, combined with her feminine voice, were causing.  But next came,
 -�Take your clothes off, boy.  Or whatever you are! -� The crowd took up
the chant of  -�Strip!  Strip! -� Ju knew she had no option when she saw
the glint of the upraised, sharp steel. She undid and took off her boots.
Then her socks.  Next, she unbuttoned and dropped her battle blouse, and
then her trousers.  She was somewhat glad that at least she could undress
herself.  Until she noticed the curious faces of the children in the crowd.
This had never happened to her before.  She -(TM)d been exposed before. 
But this was different.  It felt like a horrible violation being made to
undress in front of children, too.  As the color and heat of shame rose to
her face, in her T-shirt and cotton panties, she begged, staring at the
ground,  -�Please, no.  Not in front of... -� A village woman, plain
looking but curvy and sexy, advanced on her and slapped her face, shouting,
 -�Take it off! -� in her face.  Ju had a second of reflexive thought that
she could have broken the woman -(TM)s windpipe in less than two seconds,
but she was in the hands of a crowd turned into a mob.  A beast that could
close it -(TM)s jaws and tear her apart at any moment.  Ju pulled the
military T-shirt off over her head, then the sports bra.  Her erect breasts
with pointed nipples surged, and she kept an arm wrapped around them as she
lowered her white cotton panties to her ankles and then stepped out of
them. On one hand, she felt like laughing at being standing there naked and
ashamed as a virgin child, which she wasn -(TM)t.  On the other, she really
felt ashamed enough that she was biting her lip not to start crying.  A
rumor of  -�Dirty Dyke! -� And  -�Slut! -� And  -�Abomination! -� Was
running through the crowd.  Her wrists were pulled back and Ju kicked first
in one direction and then stroke open handed in the other, only to be
engulfed by the crowd and slammed against the ground.  Ju felt the blows
landing on her helpless body and felt her arms being tied together behind
her back.  She knew the beast was grinding it -(TM)s jaws and began to sob
in actual fear as she was marched off by the crowd and heard the elder say,
 -�You -(TM)ll be sorry you were born, Abomination. -� TO BE
CONTINUED........

   CONTINUED...... Julia, now poor defenseless Julia, was shoved into the
center of what looked like a large circular barn with an earth floor.  She
-(TM)d carried only her identification and an issue watch in the pocket of
her trousers, and her identification tags were yanked off her neck, leaving
a reddish furrow.  Now she was completely naked like the day she was born.
She leaped forward as someone slapped her behind, making her breasts bounce
up and down in the process.  The crowd laughed.  Then she screamed in pain
as the woman who slapped her before grabbed one of her breasts and squeezed
it as if it had been a ripe grapefruit.  It was useless for Julia to
resist, as half a dozen women, with another half dozen behind them, brought
her down on the earth floor.  They stretched her strong arms over her head
and spread her legs, immobilizing her.  Two stakes were driven on the
ground.  Julia -(TM)s wrists were tied to one and her right ankle to the
other.   -�If you don -(TM)t know how to be a woman, -� The elder said, 
-�our people will teach you. -� They thought Julia was some sort of
travesty, a woman-man, in their world of rigidly defined gender difference.
Julia saw one of the secretary -(TM)s discarded high-heeled shoes lying
nearby, and she had a second to reflect on how she was to be the scapegoat
and substitute for the politician and his secretary.  Then, the older women
of the tribe went to work on Julia.  Laughing, they squeezed and teased
Julia -(TM)s breasts until they were surging with her nipples pointing into
the air.  At the same time, another of the matrons insinuated three of her
fingers into Julia -(TM)s vaginal channel past her labia.  Julia felt the
electric-like sensation radiating from her abdomen up to her breasts.  The
older woman -(TM)s thumb caressed Julia -(TM)s clitoris, as the small
finger of the woman now  -�teaching -� Julia her lesson insinuated itself
inside the captured military woman -(TM)s anal sphincter.  The woman -(TM)s
hand, not harshly, almost lovingly went back and forth, as her index now
rubbed against that sensitive spot in the anterior wall of Julia -(TM)s
vaginal channel. The result was a superimposition of sensations like what a
young bride of this tribe would be provided before her wedding night by the
older women.  The girl would go to her husband without any fear of what was
ahead.  Julia was not an innocent, in any sense of the word, and she -(TM)d
have liked to tell them she was enjoying it, but she couldn -(TM)t.  Julia
couldn -(TM)t say a word because from the very moment the women began their
intimate caressing of her, she -(TM)d felt a rush of blood to her head and
a quickening of her pulse.  She -(TM)d begun to moan and gasp and, although
aware of her surroundings as she -(TM)d been trained to be, she could only
experience this long, protracted, never ending orgasm she was being forced
to enjoy.  As the women paused, laughing, Julia gave several shudders and
spasms as she experienced her entire being concentrating in her wet snatch
as she came.  If this was something done privately and lovingly as
instruction to a new bride, in the case of Julia it was supposed to be a
public spectacle of mockery, teaching this woman who posed as a man how a
real woman was like.  Julia, a highly intelligent woman, knew that next she
-(TM)d be the practice object of the young men of the tribe......... TO BE
CONTINUED........