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Author's note: If you are looking for wall-to-wall sex, look elsewhere. 
This book is a romance with a military setting. Beyond that, the sex is 
comparable to - or less than - what one would find in almost any work of 
popular fiction.

Permission is granted to post on any free site, as long as the copyright 
statement is included. Please advise the author of any such postings.

This story - or novella - was posted earlier in the year. Subsequently 
I've learned more about posting in the interest of easy downloading and 
readability. This is Chapter 1 of 7.

Comments are welcome and encouraged. Please address me at 
morg105829@aol.com.

Susan Jennings

Copyright by Morgan 1992, 1998; All rights reserved.

Chapter 1

Susan Jennings didn't know what to do when she regained her senses.  She 
was now, she assumed, a prisoner of war.  She was in a POW camp, but she 
didn't see any of her medical detail there with her.  Sue had no idea 
how long she had been there.  The last thing she remembered was an 
explosion in the OR - the hospital's Operating Room - and then 
everything collapsed around her head.  She wandered around the compound 
inside the barbed wire trying to get oriented.  Other women seemed to be 
bartering their clothing, but she couldn't figure out what they were 
getting in return.

It was terribly hot.  On the other hand it was always hot in Vietnam.  
Eavesdropping on a transaction she found that the girl was bartering for 
food.  Susan had never paid a great deal of attention to the very 
occasional lectures on prisoners' rights and obligations.  After all, as 
a nurse she was a noncombatant.  Of what earthly good could such 
information possibly do her?  Now she was finding out.  Feeling a little 
dizzy, she touched her scalp and discovered why.  There was a lot of 
dried blood and what felt like a nasty laceration on the back of her 
scalp.  The girl she had been watching completed her transaction and 
Susan asked her about it.  The girl had taken off her bra, then put her 
shirt back on.  She explained that there was only a tiny amount of rice 
given to the prisoners each day.  Since she had been imprisoned for 
nearly three months, her bra was now hanging on her now-flattened chest 
so it didn't make any difference to her anyway.  And it more or less 
guaranteed a full rice ration for the next thirty days.  Then Susan 
asked about later - after the thirty days.  The girl pointed to a couple 
of girls on the other side of the compound.  One was naked to the waist 
retaining only her skirt.  Others were completely naked.

"What do they do?" Susan asked.  "The ones with no clothes, I mean."

"They have a very stark choice.  They either trade their bodies or they 
go without.  And if they go without for too long, they have no bodies to 
trade with," the girl replied.  She pointed out an emaciated girl 
crouched in the far corner of the compound.  "I think she's been here 
for over a year.  She decided she wouldn't sell her body and now it's 
too late."

Susan looked around and saw a guard watching her hungrily.  With her 
golden-blonde hair and brilliant blue eyes, she was a true beauty.  
Going up to the guard, she started to talk with him about rice.  When 
she asked what her bra would be worth he replied that for her it would 
be a triple ration for two months.  Susan accepted his offer on the 
spot.  When he told her that she would have to take it off right there, 
she unbuttoned her uniform shirt, hung it over the wire and then took 
off her bra.  At the sight of her full, firm breasts, the guard almost 
climbed through the fence.  Before giving him her bra she asked him how 
and when she would get her extra food.  After looking both ways the 
guard said she could have some right away.  Taking her bra, he gave her 
a handful of ration bars.  Susan immediately recognized them as being 
from Red Cross parcels that should have been given to the prisoners in 
the first place.  Taking the ration bars, she realized that the guard 
had been a good-enough sort; there were eight of them.  Making her way 
across the compound, she went up to the starving girl who had been 
pointed out to her.  When she got closer, she saw that the girl was a 
human skeleton.  Jennings doubted that she weighed even seventy-five 
pounds.  The girl was hunkered down with her head resting on her knees.

"Hi!  I'm Sue Jennings.  Who are you?" she asked.

The girl looked up with a very vague, unfocussed look in her eyes.  
Susan realized with a shock that the girl was dangerously close to 
death.  Then her green eyes focused and remarkably she even tried to 
smile.  "Hi, Susan.  I'm Ginny Cameron.  I would shake hands, but I'm 
not sure I can even get up."

Ginny's body was the color of mahogany from being bare in the tropic sun 
for so long.  Putting the girl's arm over her shoulder, Susan helped her 
over to the side of one of the huts.  Because of the time of year and 
Vietnam's closeness to the Equator, the sun was now almost directly 
overhead, but she found a little strip of shade under the hut's roof 
overhang.  After gently easing Ginny Cameron down, Susan sat down beside 
her.

"Ginny, you've got to eat something!  You've really carried this diet 
thing too far already," she said with a bright smile.

Ginny Cameron remarkably still retained a sense of humor.  "I don't 
know...  Sue, is it?...  I think I can still spare another pound or 
two."  Susan almost cried.  The girl's breasts had completely 
disappeared and her ribs were so prominent she could count them just by 
looking.  Even her thighs were now not much larger than the femur bone 
itself.  Remembering what she knew about dieting and starvation, Susan 
remembered that the body first uses its fat and then breaks down and 
burns muscle tissue.  Clearly this is what was happening to Ginny.  And 
there wasn't any muscle left.

Smiling at Ginny she said, "I brought you a gift."  Carefully unwrapping 
one of the nutrition bars, she offered it to the girl.

Ginny just looked at it without comprehension.  Finally she said, "Are 
you giving this to me?  Sue, I can't take it.  You just don't know what 
you're doing.  I made a choice and I guess it was a stupid choice.  So 
now I'll die of it."

Ignoring the girl's words, Jennings broke off a small piece of the very 
rich nutrition bar and put it between Ginny's lips.  The girl just let 
it melt in her mouth.  As she did a near- rapturous expression appeared 
on her face.  Susan just continued feeding the starving girl small 
morsels until the bar was gone.  Only then did Susan notice that Ginny's 
eyes were flowing with tears.

"Sue," the girl asked, "Why are you doing this?  You know it's too late, 
don't you?  I've only got a few hours left and I guess I was almost 
looking forward to the release."  Trying to smile, she continued, 
"Starvation is a hell of a way to die, though.  But isn't there anything 
I can do for you?"

Smiling warmly at the girl Susan replied, "Yes, there is!  Ginny, please 
keep fighting.  You were a beautiful girl before and you will be one 
again.  Please?  Try to hang on?"  Virginia Cameron slowly nodded her 
head.

* * *

Over the next weeks and months Susan developed an abiding hatred for 
three people, all Americans: Homer Black, Colonel, U.S. Army Medical 
Corps, Charles Simon, Major, USA MC, and Judith Harrison, Captain, U.S. 
Army Nurse Corps.  They were always well dressed, clearly well fed and 
housed outside the compound.  She asked Ginny Cameron about them one 
day.  Ginny by now had actually gained a couple of pounds and now could 
even move around a little.  When Susan approached her, the girl smiled 
and asked, "How's the camp lifeguard today?"  Then she frowned, shook 
her head and asked, "Susan, what are you trying to do?  I heard about 
the episode with the guards and the male prisoners.  What was that all 
about?"

Susan rubbed her crotch remembering how she had taken thirty guards one 
after the other in order to try to save the lives of some of the men who 
were dying for lack of medicine.  Susan was the only operational nurse - 
or medical person - inside the compound.  Black, Simon and Harrison did 
nothing.  Susan had traded her body for units of antibiotics and she 
still felt unclean.  Now she was only wearing her shirt.  All of her 
other garments had been traded for food and medicine which she had used 
for other prisoners.  After quickly telling Ginny about her experience 
she concluded by saying, "It really wasn't too bad.  I have a pretty 
liquid cunt which lubricated their entry pretty well.  I'm all right."

Looking at Susan, Ginny unbuttoned her shirt.  By now Susan's tits had 
completely disappeared and her skin was almost as deep a shade of 
mahogany as Ginny's.  "What are you doing, Sue?" she demanded.  "I know 
you get enough food to keep yourself fit.  But I think you're losing 
weight even faster than I did.  You're giving it all away, aren't you?"

Susan only shrugged but did not reply.  Instead she asked, "Ginny, 
what's with Black and company?  Why do they live so well?"

"It's the shame of the camp," Ginny replied with a grimace.  "I think 
they sign off for all the Red Cross parcels and the rest of that stuff, 
certifying that everything's fine here in the camp.  In return they get 
whatever they want."  Then she frowned at Susan and continued, 
"Incidentally, I hear they hate your guts.  Sue, you're a threat to 
them, and they'll get you if they can."

Susan looked at Ginny Cameron and realized she was truly a beautiful 
woman.  Before she had not realized how glorious Ginny's hair was - a 
beautiful shade of auburn.  She said so and Ginny gave her a skeletal 
smile.

"You're changing the subject," she accused.  Looking at Susan carefully 
she added, "Susan Jennings, I want to swear a solemn oath to you.  If I 
get out of here alive, I want you to know I will do anything - 
*anything* - for you that it is ever in my power to do.  I owe you my 
life.  You know it, Sue.  I just want you to know that I know it, too."

Over the previous days they had noticed that the guards had been 
increasingly nervous.  Since the prisoners received no news of any kind 
they couldn't identify the source of the nervousness.  Just then a guard 
came along cracking a whip and ordered all the prisoners to assemble in 
the center of the compound.

Susan started to help Ginny to her feet but the guard pushed her away.  
Ginny almost made it to her feet but failed, falling back to the ground.  
The guard stood over the prostrate girl and held out both of this hands 
with all his fingers extended.  Ginny was going to receive ten lashes 
with the bullwhip.

Knowing it would kill the girl, Susan stripped off her shirt and covered 
Ginny with her own body.  The whip came down across her five times.  
Each stroke felt like a white-hot wire cut ting into her back.  After 
five lashes the guard made a rolling motion with his hands.  Susan 
rolled over and bridged her body over the fallen girl.  Again the lash 
came down, this time across her breasts, belly and loins.  When the 
whipping was finished, Susan rolled off the red-haired girl and just lay 
bleeding in the dirt.

Then the guard commander came up and pointed to her.  Looking up she saw 
that a cross had been erected and it was obviously for her.  Swallowing 
hard, Susan gave Ginny a quick thumbs-up sign.  Then she threw her her 
shirt and said with a little grin, "It doesn't look like I'll be needing 
this anymore."

Susan accompanied the guards to the cross where she was quickly tied by 
her wrists to the crosspiece and left to bake in the bright sun.  A 
guard was posted at the base of the cross to keep other prisoners from 
helping her in any way.  Soon the pain in her shoulders became 
unbearable and she had difficulty breathing.  After hanging there 
throughout the day, by late afternoon she was in a terminal stupor, very 
close to death.

Sounds of gunfire and nearby explosions partially roused her.  Moments 
later American troops swept through the compound, routing the guards who 
had already retreated into the surrounding jungle.  Susan tried to raise 
her head which had been lolling against her chest.  She could see 
helicopter transports supported by gunships land and begin the 
evacuation of the liberated prisoners.

When she felt strong arms holding her, she was just slumped against her 
bonds unable to move.  An American was holding her while he reached and 
slashed the ropes holding her to the cross.  By the time he got her down 
the last wave of assault troops was loading up.  Ordering his men to run 
for it, he said something cryptic to them about "the supply point."

Rick Jackson was a major in the U.S. Marine Corps and was in command of 
the rescue mission.  Watching the last of his men mount up, he glanced 
at the girl in his arms and was shocked at her condition.  As the last 
of the helicopters lifted off, he picked the girl up and moved back the 
way his troops had come in, climbing one of the very rare hills in that 
part of Vietnam.  Meanwhile, several gunships stayed close to the camp 
to discourage pursuit.

As he moved up the slope he felt a sharp sting in his left thigh.  
Although he fell, he was able to keep his body between the girl and the 
ground.  Recovering, he put her over his right shoulder in a fireman's 
carry and, using his weapon as a crutch, made his way to the supply cave 
they had used earlier.  Rick hoped the shot had been a lucky one.  Since 
he had not heard the sound of the shot, he assumed it was a stray bullet 
and he had just been unlucky - at least he hoped so.  If he and the girl 
had been observed entering the cave it was all over.  He knew the North 
Vietnamese had been driven back into the jungle but had not been 
seriously hurt.

Putting the girl down on the floor of the cave, he limped towards the 
rear where large piles of supplies were stacked.  Locating the first-aid 
kit, he put it on the ground.  After using his combat knife to slit his 
fatigues near the wound site, he poured antibiotic powder on it and tied 
a bandage over it.  Remarkably, the wound had not bled much.

Completing the first aid, he looked through the supplies and found 
several things he was looking for.  After first spreading a ground cloth 
and then a blanket, he picked up the girl and placed her on it.  After 
pouring antibiotic powder on the vicious cuts, he put antiseptic 
ointment over each one.  Although he couldn't be sure, it seemed that 
the cuts had been made by a whip.

As he moved the girl, he was astonished at how thin and light she was.  
Carrying her - even up the hill after he had been wounded - had been no 
trouble at all.  Finally, he thought to do something he probably should 
have done much earlier.  Opening his canteen he gently poured a small 
amount of water into her mouth.  She gagged, sputtered, but then 
swallowed.  Then he heard her voice for the first time, very faint and 
rasping, say, "More, please..."

With her eyes now open, he found himself looking into the most vivid 
blue eyes he had ever seen.  Gently holding her head he trickled more 
water into her mouth.  Looking around the cave he spied a fatigue jacket 
which he grabbed and wrapped around her.  She almost drowned in it.  
After putting down the canteen he opened a ration bar.  Then he did for 
her what she had done for Ginny: He broke off small pieces and put them 
in her mouth.  The first few she merely allowed to melt.  Then as she 
started to become more aware, she slowly began to chew.

Rick found he liked holding this battered girl in his arms as she 
methodically chewed on the food.  When he saw her jaws stop working, he 
had managed to get nearly two full bars of the concentrate into her.  
Since she had fallen asleep, he gathered her into his arms, drew her 
into a sleeping bag with him and then held her as she slept.

That night one of the more-or-less regular torrential tropic rainstorms 
lashed the surrounding jungle.  Hearing it Rick breathed a prayer of 
thanks hoping the rain would wash away any tracks they might have left 
during their escape earlier in the day.  Eventually he, too, fell into a 
deep sleep.  When he awakened he found himself looking into those blue 
eyes again.  Her head was resting on his shoulder, and he was startled 
to realize that his hand had entered the unbuttoned fatigue jacket and 
was over her breast - or where her breast should have been.  It was 
right on top of the worst of the lacerations across her chest.

When he yanked his hand away as if it were on a hot stove, she smiled 
weakly and said in a stronger, but still very husky whisper, "Please 
don't.  Please put your hand back where it was.  It felt so good."

Gently he moved his hand back to where it had been.  Seeing her eyes 
close he went back to sleep, too.  Later he was awakened by her 
movements as she tried to reach their food supply without disturbing 
him.  When she realized he was awake, she grinned, scrambled for a 
supply of food, and brought it back to within easy reach.  In spite of 
being in the jungle, Rick realized that the dampness coupled with the 
cool ground temperature made it feel chilly inside the cave.  The 
sleeping bag felt good.  When she clambered back into the bag, he caught 
a glimpse of a shrunken and lacerated buttock.  As he watched, she very 
carefully unwrapped a ration bar.  Only then did he realize he was 
watching the movements of a person who was used to eating the tiniest 
sliver of food.  Carefully she fed the bar to him in the same way he had 
fed her the previous day.  Only after he finished his did she open one 
for herself.  Then she repeated the process with a second and then a 
third.  Finally she zipped up the side of the bag, carefully positioned 
his hand on her chest and went back to sleep.

They spent the entire second day together in the sleeping bag just 
eating and sleeping.  When Rick awakened late in the day he was 
startled.  Susan was out of the bag, had located a tarp and draped it 
over the cave entrance to try to make it light-tight.  Having also 
lighted a small gasoline lantern she was inspecting his leg.  Only then 
did Rick realize he was feverish from the bullet wound.  Susan had found 
a much larger first-aid kit which was now lying open on the cave floor.  
She was hunkered down going through its contents when she felt his eyes 
on her.

Looking up at him she smiled warmly and asked, "How do you feel?"  Then 
she came over to him with her pitifully emaciated hand outstretched and 
added, "My name is Susan Jennings.  Thank you for saving my life."

Rick took the hand and was astonished at the strength in the grip of a 
hand that was almost skeletal.  "Hi, Susan.  I'm Richard Jackson, but 
everyone calls me Rick.  Major, United States Marine Corps.  I'm afraid 
I screwed up, Sue...  Is Sue all right, or do you prefer Susan?"

"Sue is fine," she replied with a warm smile.  Then pretending to glare 
at him she demanded, "What do you mean, screwed up?  The last thing I 
remember, I was playing the Christ rôle in an Easter Pageant, and we had 
just come to the crucifixion scene.  I thought it was the end of the 
play.  Now I'm warm, cozy and loved."

Her face fell on the last word.  "I'm sorry, Rick.  I didn't mean that.  
Anyway, I'm about to fix you up.  I was just taking inventory.  Although 
I'm certainly not a surgeon, I'm afraid I will have to operate to remove 
the bullet.  If I don't, there's some risk you could lose the leg.  I 
think I can do it, but you can see I have been in better shape in my 
life.  It's your leg, though, and it's your choice.  Do you want me to 
try?"

He smiled to try to take the sting out of what he was about to say.  
"Aside from being Susan Jennings, a girl with the most beautiful blue 
eyes in the world, who are you?"

Susan was on her knees on the floor of the cave.  Although she tried to 
jump to attention, she couldn't make it.  She made a little face and 
knelt up straight, though, saluting as she had been taught to do at 
Newport.  "Major, Susan Jennings, Lieutenant, U.S. Navy Nurse Corps, 
certified as an OR specialist.  Do I have your permission to operate, 
sir?"

Rick's heart flipped.  Never had he met a braver person than this.  "Go 
to it, Doctor Jennings," he replied with a smile.  "You'll make it.  Now 
what do you want me to do?"

Susan returned his smile.  "First, try to figure out the most 
comfortable position for your leg.  I found some morphine ampules, so I 
won't have to be probing with you screaming in my ear."

She had all her materials and he watched in amazement as she carefully 
cut away his pants leg and then very gently removed the battle dressing 
that was still in place.  Rick was surprised at the tenderness of her 
touch.  Taking an ampule, she fitted a needle and injected his leg above 
the wound site.  Then she went for more food for both of them, while she 
gave the morphine time to work.  In moments they were companionably 
eating their nutrition bars.

When she finished, she carefully scrubbed, then put her hands into 
surgical gloves.  Even though the gloves were highly stretchable rubber, 
her fingers had lost so much flesh they were loose in places.  Then she 
carefully and painstakingly scrubbed the area surrounding the wound.  
She had even found a surgical mask to put across her face and Rick 
admired how deftly she had tied it into position.  Looking at him she 
asked, "Are you ready?"  He just nodded.

Carefully, Susan used a probe to track down the bullet hole while 
feeling for the slug.  He had briefly told her how he had been hit, so 
she was not surprised when she reached the bullet just below the skin.  
As he had hoped, it had been a spent bullet striking him at its extreme 
penetrating range.  It had been a very lucky - or unlucky - shot.  
Taking the forceps she followed the probe down the wound.  Feeling the 
nose of the plier-like instrument contact the slug, she opened the nose 
to grip it.  Carefully she manipulated it until she could feel it fasten 
on the bullet.  Slowly retracting the instrument, she carefully eased 
the bullet out.

When it finally emerged from the wound it was followed by a flow of 
blood mixed with pus.  Then she reentered the wound with the forceps, 
reached the muscle tissue, very carefully locked the forceps and 
retracted.  When the tip reappeared it held what she had been probing 
for: a piece of his uniform the slug had driven into the wound ahead of 
itself.  She allowed the wound to drain while examining what she had 
extracted.  Meanwhile, Rick had been watching the process with interest.  
Susan had set up a plasma bottle beside him before beginning the 
operation.  Now she opened the clamp to allow the fluid to enter his 
vein.  Then she powdered the area with antibiotic powder and carefully 
bandaged it.  Finally, taking off the mask she smiled and said, "You'll 
live, Major.  The bullet remained in one piece and I got the bit of 
uniform driven in ahead of it.  What do you think?"

"Lieutenant, when did you do your residence in combat surgery?  That was 
as nice as I could imagine.  And Susan, I'm really serious.  I'm not 
teasing you at all.  They couldn't have done a better job at Pearl 
Harbor or Bethesda.  Thank you!"

"Rick, I guess I'm weaker than I thought," Sue said quietly.  "Would you 
mind holding me again?  I would like us both to get into the sleeping 
bag and sleep.  And if you can bring yourself to do it again, I would 
really like it if you would hold my breast - or where it was when I had 
one.  Do you mind awfully?"

Rick held her in his arms in the sleeping bag.  Only then did he realize 
that she felt hot to the touch.  In an instant she was asleep.  As he 
began to doze off he only hoped the North Vietnamese weren't pursuing 
too relentlessly.  His hand was on her chest and gently he ran his 
fingertip over her nipple.  Almost instantly it became turgid, and she 
gave a little murmur of pleasure while she held his hand in place.  In 
moments they were both asleep.

The next morning Rick awakened to find the sleeping bag empty.  Susan 
was already up and about.  The tarp covering the cave mouth had been 
removed and the gasoline lantern had been extinguished.  Cans of food 
had been gathered and something that smelled very good was cooking on 
the gasoline stove.  Rick just watched Susan move around.  In just a few 
moments she ladled the food into two mess kits and came over to awaken 
him.  She smiled warmly when she saw him watching her and gave him one 
of them.

Sitting down beside him on the edge of the sleeping bag she slowly began 
to eat.  In spite of trying to eat very slowly, it was no good.  
Suddenly she jumped to her feet, ran to the mouth of the cave and 
vomited up everything she had just eaten.  Looking very chagrined she 
returned to the sleeping bag, sat down, took a nutrition bar and very 
slowly and carefully ate it.

When he finished the food on his plate, she returned to the stove and 
turned it off completely.  Bringing the pot back, she emptied it into 
Rick's mess kit.  "I'm sorry, Rick," she said sorrowfully.  "I thought I 
could hold some solid food, but I guess I was too ambitious.  I'm sorry 
you saw it.  And I apologize for ruining your breakfast."  Her face was 
crestfallen as she spoke.

But then she brightened and said, "Rick, there are all kinds of military 
things back in the cave.  I got some out, but I think there's a lot more 
we could use if I only knew what they are for and how to use them."

For the first time Rick realized that there was a light machine gun now 
emplaced at the mouth of the cave.  Rocks had been carefully piled 
around to provide some concealment and some protection for the gunner.  
The location she had chosen was perfect, providing the broadest possible 
field of fire.  Moreover, she had done it all quietly so as not to 
awaken him and managed to do it in spite of her enfeebled condition.  
"Susan, you are unbelievable!  But I thought nurses were supposed to be 
noncombatant?  That machine gun looks pretty 'combatant' to me!"

Opening her fatigue jacket, his heart sank as he saw the whip cuts 
across her body.  He motioned for her to come closer to him and she did.  
"I thought we were, too, Rick," she said softly.  "But I've been used 
and abused to such a degree I've become a combatant.  Rick, what do I do 
with the rest of this stuff?"

"Right now you do nothing!" he exclaimed.  "Susan, I'm so sorry.  You 
operated on me like the skilled surgeon you are.  Meanwhile, I knew that 
you were sliced to ribbons, but I didn't do a damned thing about it.  
Lieutenant, lie down on the sleeping bag," he ordered as he opened up 
the zipper and spread it out flat on the cave floor.

Susan looked at him with an unreadable expression on her face, but then 
did as he asked.  Taking off the combat jacket she lay face down on the 
sleeping bag.  Remembering how she had cleaned his wound, he decided 
that he had to do the same thing for her.  Retrieving the large 
first-aid kit he found the preoperative cleaner and the surgical 
sponges.  Very carefully he started to clean out the lacerations on her 
back.  As he worked he realized how bad the cuts were.  Moreover, each 
cut now appeared to be infected along its entire length.  Although they 
had all scabbed over, he began to scrub anyway.  She involuntarily 
winced and he knew that the pain must be excruciating, but still she 
made no sound.

Carefully he kept at it, scrubbing each cut from end to end.  As he 
removed the dirt, he felt like kicking himself.  The dirt was probably 
the primary source of the infection and her resulting fever.  The wounds 
should have been completely cleaned out much sooner.  This time he did a 
good job and scrubbed them clean.  Then he put more of the anaesthetic 
ointment on each cut after carefully sprinkling antibiotic powder into 
the cuts.  Finally he put a light dressing over each one to keep any new 
dirt out.

When he asked her to turn over, she did.  Again he found himself looking 
into her beautiful blue eyes, now filled with tears.  Obviously the pain 
had been terrible as he had worked.  Suddenly it occurred to him that he 
was looking at a nude woman.  He became aware of the small tight patch 
of curly golden pubic hair below her emaciated body.

She looked at him as he looked at her body.  "It's really pretty ugly, 
isn't it?" she asked softly.

"What is?" he replied.

"My body.  It's the sorriest excuse for a female body you've ever seen.  
Rick, thank you.  I know how hard it is to do what you are doing.  It's 
really terrible to have to work on an ugly body, and they don't get any 
uglier than mine.  Thank you for not laughing - or vomiting.  Either 
reaction - or both - would be entirely appropriate.  Rick, I think a 
couple of the ones in front are the worst.  Particularly the one across 
my breasts - or where they used to be.  It's pretty bad with infection.  
Why don't you let me do them myself?  You already did the hard ones on 
my back that I couldn't reach.  But I can reach these just fine.  And 
you have to be getting sick just looking at me!"

Rick came closer to crying at that instant than he had since he was six 
years old.  This girl who had nursed him was offering to clean her own 
terrible wounds - an extremely painful and nearly impossible process - 
just so he wouldn't have to look at them.

"Lieutenant, you are the bravest person I have ever met - and possibly 
the dumbest!  Now just lie back.  I found something for you to bite on.  
I know it hurts like hell."  Suddenly Rick's face brightened and he 
exclaimed, "Wait a minute!  How about me giving you a couple of shots of 
morphine while I clean you up?"

"Thank you, Major," Sue replied warmly, "But I would rather you didn't.  
I will take something to bite down on, though."  He gave her a strip of 
leather he had cut off a bag in the back of the cave.  She bit down on 
it, made a face, and then bit down again.  She nodded her head 
indicating she was ready and he began to clean her wounds.

The worst cut was indeed the one across her breasts.  Where it went over 
her left breast, he realized it was almost half-an-inch deep.  After 
opening the cut he watched blood flowing down her side as he scrubbed 
all the dirt out of the deep cut.  He followed the same procedure he had 
on her back.  He scrubbed out the cut, put on antibiotics, then 
ointment, and finally a bandage.  He was shocked at how quickly the 
bandage across her breasts became blood-soaked.  Although he had the 
plasma bottle set up hanging from a forked stick, he didn't know what to 
do next.

Susan took the needle from him and, to his amazement, managed to find a 
vein in her left arm.  Carefully, she inserted it using her right hand.  
When it was fully in place, she fainted.  Rick had watched the process 
so he released the clamp on the bottle and let the plasma flow.  When it 
was drained he carefully removed the needle.  Positioning her in the 
sleeping bag, he climbed in beside her.  In just a moment he was also 
asleep.

The next days were spent preparing to defend the cave.  Susan's fever 
was reduced but still not back to normal.  Nevertheless, she positioned 
a large number of Claymore mines around the approaches to the cave, 
making trip after trip in spite of her weak condition.  Rick was amused.  
She had looked for trousers but couldn't find any.  Similarly, although 
there were several pairs of combat boots, there were none nearly small 
enough to fit her dainty feet.  She told him that American women's boots 
were highly prized by the North Vietnamese because only American women 
had feet small enough for their boots to fit the guards' feet.  Susan 
set up a number of mines with trip-wire detonators and others that would 
be fired from the cave.  She was meticulous about concealing the 
detonator wires.

Their cave overlooked a roadway leading to the prison camp and commanded 
a road bridge over a small gorge.  Rick showed her how to apply C-3 
plastic explosive to a bridge and how to wire in the detonators.  As he 
watched, she scrambled around the structure.  Suddenly he wondered if he 
had lost his mind.  Although he had a leg wound, he could move around 
and realized he should.  Instead, their perimeter defenses were being 
installed by a girl who was lacerated, feverish, and emaciated.

Slowly but surely all the munitions in the cave except for the 
small-arms ammunition were sited.  Although they had a radio, it didn't 
work.  Rick suspected that it just needed fresh batteries.

Finally, Susan made her way back to the cave and just collapsed.  
Smiling at him she pretended to complain, "I'm going back to the OR!  
There's no heavy lifting.  Rick, I'm sorry I'm so badly out of shape."  
He had regularly checked her over and was keeping his fingers crossed.  
It was clear even to his untrained eye that she was going to have scars 
across her body from the whip marks.  He only hoped the Navy had skilled 
plastic surgeons who could put her back together again.  Looking at her, 
he gave her a full-bearded smile.  She just smiled back, then unbuttoned 
her combat jacket exposing her entire body.  Rick suddenly realized she 
was starting to look more like a woman again and less like a skeleton.  
Reaching out, he felt her chest.  Now he could even feel a slight 
rounding where her breasts should have been and felt her nipple harden 
under his rough fingers.

Since there had been no chance to wash he knew that he stank to high 
heaven.  Now his beard was only a little darker than Susan's hair.  
While his hair was brown with gold flecks, hers still was liquid gold in 
spite of all the dirt.  He was startled to realize that her pubic hair 
almost exactly matched the color of the hair on his head.

Shaking his head to try to quell his sexual thoughts, he asked, "Have 
you seen any batteries back there, by any chance?  I think our radio 
would work if the damned batteries weren't dead.  As it is our 
evacuation chopper is nearly two weeks overdue."

Susan got back on her feet and went to the back of the cave.  After 
rummaging around in several containers she came back with two handfuls 
of batteries.  "Are these the right size?  And do I have enough?"

Rick glanced at the batteries, opened the battery box on the radio and 
loaded in eight fresh batteries.  Going to the front of the cave he 
extended the antenna.  When he spoke into the microphone and gave his 
call sign he was surprised at the instant response he obtained.  The 
reception was outstanding because there was an AWACS plane on station 
almost directly overhead which picked up his transmission and in moments 
patched him through to headquarters in Saigon.  Rick quickly explained 
their situation, and a pickup was scheduled for the second morning at 
dawn.  After having felt abandoned, he was relieved to learn that the 
AWACS would maintain position and monitor their radio frequency 
continuously until they were picked up.

That evening Susan picked through their food supplies looking for the 
very best of the remaining food.  Since they would only be staying one 
more day, they could really feast.  She had now recovered enough in just 
the few weeks so that she could eat normal meals although she still 
could not eat very much.  Carefully she cooked the food and then they 
sat side by side on the sleeping bag - she now thought of it as their 
home - and ate in companionable silence.  Rick had been watching her as 
she prepared their dinner. Here is a truly remarkable girl, he thought.  
Try as he might, though, she would not let him do any cooking in the 
cave, and he had to admit that the food she served was far better than 
anything he had ever eaten in the field even though it came from the 
same containers.

Later that night they were lying together in the sleeping bag and his 
hand was over her breast where she liked it to be.  Now there was even a 
small bulge since she had started to regain some of her lost weight.  
Turning her head to look up at him Susan asked, "Rick, would you do me a 
great favor?"

Looking down at her Rick was startled to see that there were tears in 
her eyes.  "Of course, Sue!  Anything.  What is it?"

Swallowing hard and with her tears beginning to flow she said softly, 
"Rick, would you please make love to me?  I know the whole idea has to 
be repulsive to you..."

Then she proceeded to tell him how she had regularly been fucked by the 
guards, including the time with thirty of them at once.  She spared 
herself nothing and seemed to be trying to emphasize how vile she had 
been.  Listening to her tale, it was all Rick could do to keep from 
starting to cry himself.  She concluded her tale of self-degradation all 
focused on trying to get food and medicine for her fellow prisoners.

Finally she said, "I'm emaciated, ugly...  There's not a single reason I 
can think of, except...  Rick, I really need to know if I'm still a 
woman.  I need to know if I'm capable of pleasuring a man.  Please take 
me!"

Taking her into his arms, he slipped off her combat jacket.  Then Susan 
unzipped the sleeping bag and helped Rick off with his clothes.  He made 
a wry face as he smelled the rank odor of his body when she removed his 
underwear.  When he commented on the stink all she said was, "It's a 
real man's smell."  Finally he was undressed.

Then Susan looked down at herself and then at him.  Kneeling between his 
spread legs she bent over, took his prick into her very thin hands and 
began to kiss and suck it.  In just moments his cock was in a raging 
erection which she kissed tenderly.  Lifting her head she said softly, 
"Rick, I've been beaten on my back and chest.  You have a bad leg.  May 
I be on top?  That way might be less painful for both of us."

Bending over, she kissed him on the lips.  Trying to be careful of her 
cuts he held her and returned her kiss.  Although he now knew exactly 
where all of her cuts were, tonight she didn't care about the pain at 
all.  It was clear that she wanted to be held tightly and kissed with as 
much passion as Rick could muster.

As their lips met, Rick suddenly realized it was the first kiss they had 
ever shared.  In spite of sleeping together with his hand on her breast 
they had never kissed before.  The first kiss was unbelievable for them 
both.  Initially it was filled with warmth and goodness and love.  Then 
the passion increased and just flowed in rivers between them.  There was 
a flow of electricity that almost knocked Susan over, and ringing bells 
that they both heard.  As they continued their kiss, Susan could feel 
Rick's already immense cock get larger still.

Carefully she took it and positioned it at her vaginal opening.  Slowly 
she lowered herself down on it, impaling herself on the giant pipe that 
ripped her insides.  Even before they shared their first kiss Susan's 
cunt had been flowing with her juices.  Now they were flowing in a flood 
to lubricate the passage of the ravaging cock.  She had never had an 
experience like it in her life.

For his part Rick had never had such an experience either.  Susan was 
still emaciated.  She had no tits, no hips, and no legs.  All she had 
was skin and bones.  Her thighs were still like pipe stems, yet it was 
almost as if she were worshiping him with what little was left of her 
body.  The feelings she was able to create with her cunt were utterly 
marvelous.

Although he could feel his cock stretching her insides, Sue seemed to 
revel in it.  She made ecstatically happy noises deep in her body as she 
just rose and fell on the impaling weapon.  He felt her reach an orgasm 
with her pelvis moving by itself as she let out a scream of pure joy.  
Sweat was starting to pour off her body as she regained control and then 
continued to fuck herself.  She reached a second orgasm, a third, and a 
fourth.

Now it was almost continuous but still, incredibly, whenever Rick felt 
that he was about to release she would subtly change her tempo so that 
his need to cum receded.  Finally she could control it no longer.  
Dropping all her weight on him she drove his cock as deep into her body 
as it would go just as it began to pump his cum into her.  Again she let 
out a wordless scream of pure joy as she felt him flood her insides.  
Then she could take it no longer as her nervous system shorted out from 
the sensory overload.  She collapsed on his chest in a dead faint.

Although his cock was still inside her, he pulled the sleeping bag over 
them, zipped it up, and just held her close.  Gently he rolled on his 
side while his cock continued to impale her.  In moments they were both 
sound asleep.

Early the next morning the first of the Claymores exploded jerking them 
both awake.  Rick scrambled for the light machine gun while Sue reached 
for her combat jacket.  Peering over their homemade parapet of rocks 
they saw that a small patrol had been wiped out by the well-placed mine.  
Unfortunately, the patrol had been on the path which led right to their 
cave.  Although the mine had done its work well, the explosion had 
brought the prison camp, less than half-a-mile away, alive with a rush.  
They could hear the sounds of heavy equipment - presumably tanks - 
starting up.

Rick picked up the radio, punched the "Talk" button and said, "Mayday, 
Mayday.  This is Gopher One.  It looks like we shook up the hornets' 
nest and the hornets are out in force.  Any available air support would 
be greatly appreciated."  The AWACS controller responded immediately 
with the welcome message that air support was on the way.  Both fighter 
bombers and helicopter gunships were inbound and Rick was requested to 
mark their location with smoke.  Locating a Very pistol he fired red 
smoke flares in the agreed-upon patterns.

Meanwhile, while they were talking, Rick could hear the sound of tanks 
moving down the road toward the bridge.  Susan had already wired down 
the contacts for the bridge charges to the detonator.  While Rick 
scrambled to get dressed he could hear Susan saying, "Come on...  Come 
on...  Just a little bit more...  a bit more...  Now!" She screamed the 
last word and twisted the detonator as the first tank was about to clear 
the bridge and the second had just gone out on the span.  There were 
huge explosions at both ends of the bridge.  The span just tiredly 
collapsed in its center and fell into the river below taking the tanks 
and accompanying troops down with it.

Turning to Rick, Susan was beaming with pride as she asked, "Was that 
okay, Rick?  Did I do it right?"

"It couldn't be better!" he exclaimed.  "But let's keep a sharp eye out.  
They almost certainly know where we are now."

After the bridge was blown, all hell broke loose.  Wave after wave of 
assaults were launched at their positions.  The first few were broken up 
by Susan's remotely-fired Claymores.  Others were broken up by the 
fighters and gunships that were flooding the area like angry hornets.  
But still the attacks continued.  Rick was utterly astonished at Susan's 
strength and stamina in spite of her still-emaciated condition.  
Watching her handle the machine gun she reminded him of an Amazon.  An 
emaciated Amazon, he thought.  That's certainly a contradiction in 
terms!  And yet it was true.

While just snatching at the nutrition bars and sipping water, they beat 
back attack after attack through the day and then into the night.  
Finally at dawn - it was the day they were supposed to be evacuated - 
the North Vietnamese launched an all-out assault preceded by heavy 
mortar fire.  Finally their luck ran out.  A mortar round exploded 
inside the cave and shredded Rick with shrapnel.

When she saw him hit and drop to the ground, Susan went berserk.  
Grabbing an Armalite and a sack of grenades, she charged the attackers, 
cutting them to pieces.  Although she was hit three times herself, she 
neither knew nor cared.  All she knew was that the man she loved more 
than life itself was dead.  Between the Armalite and the grenades, there 
was not an enemy left alive when the Marine Rangers arrived moments 
later.  Susan saw them arrive, motioned toward the cave mouth and then 
collapsed.



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