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Wendy sensed it and she stroked her cock harder and sucked Dale's cock
like a Popsicle. Dale put his hands on her head and plunged his cock in
and out of Wendy's mouth. He blasted the back of her throat with his
load and nearly collapsed as his orgasm wracked his body. Wendy gripped
his upper thigh and sucked his cock as fast as she could, swallowing his
salty spend. Her own cock was tingling as she shot her seed into the gravel.

Wendy was a good girl and she swallowed every drop of Dale's semen and
licked him clean then she put him away and zipped him up. Being a
gentleman, Dale waited for Wendy to pat herself dry with a handkerchief,
put her cock back in her panties and pull down her skirt before helping
her to her feet.

"Don't know why I waited so long," Dale smiled at Wendy and surprised
her by leaning and kissing her.

Buddy wouldn't kiss Wendy after he had come in her mouth and neither
would Victor until she used mouthwash. Dale didn't seem to have that
problem and he kissed quite earnestly using plenty of tongue. They went
back into the Copperlode, Dale stopping at the bar and placing an order
for his table with Sam whilst Wendy went to the ladies to get herself
properly adjusted and fix her lipstick.

"You tap that?" Victor nodded to the door to the ladies restroom.

"Well I had a need that I had to care of," Dale said pulling up a chair.

Sam came over and delivered their round. She was wearing a red satin
evening gown. It was the only one in the store and Wendy was pissed that
she couldn't fit into it but had to admit that Sam looked stunning in
it. It was split at the side and showed off Sam's long legs, sheathed in
the sheerest of stockings, her feet shod in red pumps. The three men ate
her with their eyes.

"Don't forget Buddy and Victor I need to see you at the infirmary
tomorrow to conduct your medical screenings. They are overdue and
apparently Flagg is getting impatient," Sam smiled sweetly at the two
men, pushing down her resentment at what Victor had done to her in the
alley the first time she had presented as Samantha.

When she turned to leave they watched her ass sashay provocatively in
the tight smooth red satin that clung to her every curve.

"Why does Brody get to keep that for himself?" Dale picked up his drink
and took a pull.

"I got some of that when they first came here workin' as comfort women.
She suck cock pretty good too but I'd dearly like to fuck her," Victor
hissed.

"It's not really fair. Bill Brody gets to keep the better of the two
women to himself and three of us have to share Wendy. Now I'm not
complaining about Wendy, she's pretty enough and what she just did to me
out back was divine but wouldn't it be fairer if we all shared both
women," Dale looked from Buddy to Victor then back to Buddy.

He knew that Buddy had a festering resentment against Bill Brody from
the time Bill had beat him when they first arrived and assumed command
of the small team of men.

"That cocksucker runs this place like it's his own private resort.
Nobody put him in charge," Buddy nodded sagely.

"That's right. We're all inmates until we are released after the study.
There isn't any rank here," Dale was doing what Flagg wanted him to do:
put a stick in the anthill.

"Maybe we just need to show him that he aint no better than the rest of
us," Buddy growled and reached for his drink.

*****

The next day Sam was taking inventory in the dispensary when she heard
the front door to the infirmary open and thud of bootsteps on the floor.
It was too early in the day for it to be Bill so she assumed it was
either Buddy or Victor here for their medical screening.

"Just wait in the treatment room I'll be right in," Sam called out.

The bootsteps kept coming and something told Sam that there was
something wrong. A shiver ran down her spine as she opened the door to
the dispensary a crack and saw both Buddy Flintock and Victor Benning
coming down the hallway with determined looks on their faces and bulges
in front of their pants. You didn't need a degree in psychology to know
why they were here.

Sam opened the door and bolted down the hallway towards the back door,
her high heels skittering on the wooden floor. She silently cursed Bill
Brody for making her wear them to work. It made no difference anyway
because the back door opened and Dale Snitterman stepped inside and
locked the door behind him and stood in front of it with his arms folded
and a sneer on his face.

She turned to run the other way and fell straight into the arms of Buddy Flintock who pushed her against the wall and forced a kiss on her while
his hands roamed her body. Sam knew that there was no way she could
fight off any one of them and being outnumbered three to one she didn't
stand a chance.

She let Buddy kiss her. His breath was stale and tasted of cigarettes
and coffee and his coveralls smelled of engine oil and diesel. She could
feel his cock pressing on her belly as he pawed at her legs under her
skirt. Victor Benning had closed and locked the front door and he joined
them, pushing Buddy out of the way, kissing her and tearing open her
nurse's tunic.

"You ain't got any tits like Wendy does but you're a lot prettier," he
twisted her nipple and leaned in and kissed her hard, forcing his tongue
into her mouth.

She remembered what he had done to her in the alley behind the
Copperlode and her mind began to spin.

Buddy and Victor took an arm each and dragged Sam into the treatment
room pushing her towards the examination table. Dale Snitterman stood at
the door content to watch.

"This can go easy or hard on you Sam but you know why we're here. You're
a comfort woman just like Wendy and we've come for some comforting,"
Buddy sniggered.

"Bill says I'm exclusive to him," Sam said indignantly.

"Bill fuckin' Brody aint here is he?" Buddy Flintock said as he shucked
out of his coveralls.

Victor Benning was also undressing.

Sam looked at the three men and saw no compassion. They were going to
rape her and it could go easy or it could hard, just as Buddy had said.

"There's lubricant in the drawer there so make sure you use it. So who's first?" The bodice of Sam's tunic had already been ripped open so she
stepped out of her pristine white uniform and stood there dressed only
in her panties, suspender belt, stockings and heels.

The men took a few seconds to appraise her slim form, long legs and
pretty face and then Buddy stepped into her and began to kiss her. Sam
didn't respond but she didn't resist either. Buddy was rough, kissing
her torridly, driving his tongue into her mouth, pawing at her legs and
her nipples.

He spun Sam around and he sat down on the examination table facing her
and Sam wondered what he was doing but then she felt Victor behind her,
his cock poking at her ass through her translucent white nylon panties.
He pushed down on Sam's back and she lowered her head into Buddy's
groin. Buddy guided her face to his cock and when she didn't open her
mouth he slapped her cheek and she got the message.

Sam opened her mouth and suckled Buddy's hard cock which tasted as bad
as his body smelled. Now that her fate was sealed her plan was to get
these boys off as quickly as possible and then run for help. She licked
and slurped at Buddy's cock to wash away the stench, almost gagging when
she swallowed her spit. She could feel Victor's cock nestled in the
crevice of her ass, he was rubbing it on her panties the way that Bill
liked to do.

Sam wriggled her buttocks invitingly, hoping Victor would cum all over
her ass and save her the ignominy of penetration. She suckled Buddy's
hard cock and tasted the sweet saltiness of his pre-ejaculate which at
least replaced the taste of smegma. She was quite the accomplished
fellatrix by now and Buddy flinched when she put a hand on the bottom of
his shaft and the other cupped his scrotum expecting Sam to hurt him but
she used one hand to hold his cock steady while she licked and sucked it
while the other softly stroked his scrotum.

"Good girl Samantha," Buddy cooed and patted her head.

Sam was hoping the worse of it was over and as soon as Buddy and Victor ejaculated they would leave but then she saw Victor open the steel
drawer under the examination table and extract a blue and white tube
that she knew to be K-J Jelly and when she felt her panties being
lowered and a dollop of the cold slippery lubricant applied to her
puckered bud she knew what was coming.

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But Victor surprised her. Instead of ramming his steely phallus into her
and fucking her hard he slipped a finger inside her anus and began to
tickle her. At least that's what it felt like at first but then when
Victor's finger went all the way inside her and the pad of his fingertip
found her prostate she realised what he was doing.

Sam groaned around the mouthful of cock she was slurping as rings of
pleasure radiated from her anus as Victor stroked her prostatic gland.
She felt her knees give way and she had to grip the rail on the
examination table to keep herself from collapsing.

"Easy sugar. You just keep doing what you're doing there," Buddy held
Sam's head firmly in his groin.

She continued to suckle Buddy's cock, extracting more and more precum
from it, feeling it quiver and hoping it would soon ejaculate but it
just wouldn't. Meanwhile Victor was wriggling his finger in her backside causing ripples of intense pleasure to spread out from her anus. She'd
acquired an involuntary erection and Victor surprised her when he
reached under her and squeezed it.

"She likes it Buddy," Victor giggled like a schoolboy.

"I bet she does. She's sucking on my cock like it's an all-day sucker,"
Buddy chuckled and pushed his cock further into Sam's mouth.

"It's a little trick Wendy taught us," Victor sniggered as he waggled
his finger and worked it in out of Sam's asshole causing her to moan again.

Victor pulled his finger out of Sam and then she felt that he had
replaced it with his penis as he gripped her hips and slowly inserted
his big black cock deep inside her anus.

Sam gasped but it wasn't with pain. Victor had manipulated her rectum
expertly with his finger and his cock felt all the more better. Sam felt
a fullness as ringlets of delight fluttered from her sphincter and an
intense throbbing wave of pleasure swelled form deep in her anus and
spread through her body. Her nipples hardened and her cock shuddered.

Buddy felt Sam's lips suckle his shaft, her tongue flickering
frantically on his fraenulum and he could hold back no longer. He put
Sam in a headlock and fucked her face as his cock exploded in her mouth.
Sam tried valiantly to swallow Buddy's issue as the taste and smell of
his sperm combined with the grinding action of Victor's cock deep in her
ass triggered her own orgasm and she began to shake and shimmy which
caused Victor to drive his cock all the way inside her and ejaculate.

All three of them were orgasming at the same time, Sam's semen
spattering on the floor as her cock juddered. Ropes of steaming cum hung
from her pulsating phallus as it stood firm and throbbing and untouched.
Buddy felt an accumulation of sexual gratification swell out from his
cock as Sam sucked and licked it, swallowing as much as Buddy's spunk as
she could but some if dribbled down her chin. Victor was thrusting his
cock deep inside her anus, his bloated appendage juddering as it ejected
stream after stream of warm viscous semen.

Victor held Sam by her hips and Buddy kept her face buried in his groin
until they both came down from the peak of their climaxes. Sam had never
felt so degraded but also never so sexually fulfilled.

Buddy finally pushed Sam's face out of his groin, her lipstick smeared
and her face glazed with semen. Victor pulled his cock out of her anus
and stared at her stretched sphincter with fascination as his spend
oozed from her gaping asshole and ran down her thighs, soaking into the
welts of her stockings. He let go of her hips and Sam fell to floor, her
body still shaking with lust, debauchery, shame and disgust.

When she thought that she could be degraded no further, Dale Snitterman
walked over to her. He had watched the performance from the doorway and
had been slowly masturbating as the spectacle unfolded. He aimed his
cock at Sam's head and ejaculated. Ropes of steaming jism splashed onto
her face and into her hair.

Victor and Buddy laughed as Sam wailed and squirmed on the floor while
they pulled up their coveralls. Dale snatched a lock of Sam's hair and
wiped his cock with it before he put it away.

"Tell Brody that you're just a comfort girl and public property," Buddy
poked Sam with the toe of his boot.

"We'll be back tomorrow to do that medical shit and if we want a blowjob
or a fuck while you're at it you better be ready," Buddy slammed the
door to the examination room closed and Sam heard the men's footsteps
receding down the hallway and then the front door to the infirmary open
and close.

She lay on the floor sobbing until she was all cried out and then her
fear and loathing turned into conviction and determination. She would
not be a victim here. She would tell Brody and he would avenge her and
if he didn't she would tell Flagg what was going on in Villawood and
their little utopia would come crumbling down.

Sam regained her composure after she had showered, washed and dried her
hair and put on her makeup. Her hatred for Snitterman, Flintock and
Benning burned like a ball of fire deep in her belly but she kept her
emotions in check. Bill Brody would make things right. He wouldn't let
those men get away with what they had done to her. He might treat her
like a chattel but she knew that deep down he harboured genuine
affection for her.

She couldn't put on another nurse's uniform. It was too soon after the
rape. She put on her navy-blue pencil skirt suit and soft cream satin
blouse. Under it she wore translucent lace-trimmed full-cut panties and
a garter belt clipped to the coffee-coloured welts of her
fully-fashioned nylon stockings, the seams running down the back of her
legs in dead straight lines.

Dressing professionally, fashionable and tastefully eased her shame and
guilt. When she had stepped into her panties she had seen the bruises on
her hips where Victor Benning had held her while he fucked her. When she
put on her lipstick she recalled Buddy Flintock's cock ejaculating in
her mouth, her lipstick smeared on the shaft of his penis, her face
glazed with his come. She had shaken her head to clear it of those
vulgar images.

She put on her black high heels snatched up her pocketbook and strode
purposely to the town hall, bypassed Wendy Meakins and went straight
into Bill Brody's office and caught him slumbering in his chair behind
his desk.

"Those fuckers raped me!" Sam shrieked.

She had resolved not to show any emotion but she broke down and cried as
she told Bill what had happened at the infirmary.

"What do you expect me to do?" Bill Brody asked.

Bill was afraid it might come to this. His position as Company Commander
was far from legitimate. He had put himself in charge and beaten Buddy
Flintock to prove his point but there was no way he could take on three
men by himself. Sam and Wendy would be useless in a fight.

"I want you to take revenge. To restore by honour!" Sam was almost
screaming.

"What honour Sam? You're a comfort woman," Bill twisted his hands in a
helpless gesture.

"How can you be so obtuse? Those three men took your woman!" this time
Sam did scream.

"My woman?" Bill said without trying to suppress his sarcasm.

"You're just a convenience Sam. Something to amuse me and satiate my
desires," Bill said coldly.

Sam was gobsmacked. She meant nothing to Bill. She was just his
plaything. She really was just his comfort woman.

"I'll tell Flagg what's going on here! I'll bring this whole study down
on our heads. He'll close down Villawood and send us all back to
Leavenworth!" Sam said vindictively.

"You'd rather go back to Leavenworth than see out the study and
eventually earn your freedom?" Bill rose from behind his desk.

"What freedom? I live like a woman. I feel like a woman. I think like a
woman. I don't think I can ever go back to living as a man but I can't
live here either if those three men are going to use me a plaything,"
Sam said sternly but tears were streaming down her cheeks.

"But you were my plaything," Bill came around from behind his desk.

"Yes but I felt something for you Bill and I'm sure you felt something
for me," Sam could barely make out his face through the tears.

"You're nothing to me Sam. You're just another comfort woman. Now leave
my office and go back to work," Bill brushed past her and opened the door.

Sam left his office crying but she didn't go back to infirmary. She sat
across from the town hall and waited for Bill to leave and then she
snuck upstairs back to Bill's office.

She looked at the telephone only briefly before she snatched up the
handset. The telephone was the same colour as her fingernail polish:
bright red. It sat on top of a wooden box on the large oak desk. Printed
on the box in bold letters were the words For Emergency Use Only. As far
as she was concerned this was an emergency.

Sam unclipped the earring from her right earlobe and put the phone to
her ear.

"What is the nature of your emergency?" the disembodied voice said.

"This is Airman Samantha Steele... I mean... Samuel Steele. I don't know
where to start... things have gotten out of control here," she said breathlessly.

"What is the nature of your emergency?" the disembodied voice repeated
itself.

We know what happened to Sam: how Bill punished her and how she begged
to be allowed to finish him orally because she had been anally raped by
Victor Benning only hours before. How Bill hand taken no pity on her and
bent her over the desk and when he'd finished with her he'd used his
belt on her.

Afterwards she had gone home and tried to reconcile what had happened to
her. How could she face any of the men in Villawood ever again? It was
no good going to see Wendy and telling her of her plight because Wendy
was as bad as the men.

She stayed home, not going to dinner at the Cobalt Café or going to the Copperlode for drinks. Sam knew she would be punished. She guessed the
men would get drunk and come looking for her. Her heart sank at the
thought of it and fell even further when she heard Bill Brody's jeep
pull up in her driveway.

She sat in the chair listening to his footsteps on the porch, a feeling
of dread descending on her when he opened the door.

Bill entered carrying two suitcases. His face was bloody and bruised;
one eye almost closed shut and the cheek below it swollen. His clothes
were torn and she could see more bruises and scratches on his chest.

"What happened to you?" despite her vow to hate Bill Brody she couldn't
help but feel sorry for him.

"You should see the other guy," Bill tried to crack a joke but he winced because it hurt to smile.

"Snitterman sat it out like the coward he is but Flintock and Benning
nearly got the better of me. It was close but I beat them both. Wendy
has taken them to infirmary to fix them up," Bill dropped his suitcases
on the floor.

"What's in those," Sam pointed an accusatory finger at the two
suitcases, brand new from the Excelsior Department Store.

"My personal belongings. You have too much stuff to lug to my place so
it's easier for me to move in here. You might have to move a few things
around in your bedroom so I can hang up my stuff and give at least one
drawer," Bill said matter-of-factly.

"Who says you're sleeping in my bedroom?" Sam said defiantly, hands on hips.

"I do. How else am I going to keep my woman safe? Besides, despite your
nagging you've kinda grown on me," Bill limped over and put his hands on
Sam's shoulders.

"But I'm just your comfort woman," Sam refused to kiss him as much as
she wanted to.

"You're no one's comfort woman. You're my woman and mine only," Bill's
lips were cut and bruised but he kissed Sam anyway and after a moment's hesitation she returned the kiss.

"I'll bring your bags upstairs. Go and shower so I can see what needs to
be fixed," She patted Bill on the shoulder and kissed his uninjured cheek.

Sam heard the water running in the shower as she lugged Bill's suitcases
up to her room one at a time. Her head was still spinning. Bill had
defended her honour and fought with Buddy Flintock and Victor Benning.
Dale Snitterman proved to be the coward she had always suspected he was;
always hanging around the edges but never getting fully involved. Even
when the three of them come to the infirmary to rape her, Snitterman
hadn't really fully participated.

But had she heard Bill correctly? Was he really moving in with her? Was
he going to sleep in this room or in one of the two spare bedrooms? She
opened a suitcase and searched for something for Bill to wear when he
came of the shower and she found a shave coat. She laid it on the bed
with clean underwear and then went and fetched her little home first aid
kit.

Bill came out of the bathroom, a miasma of steam following him down the
hallway as he padded towards her. He was wearing only a towel and she
couldn't help but admire his body. She seldom got to see it because
despite their intimacy Bill usually undressed or she undressed him and
then they immediately hopped right onto the bed and Bill was never one
to linger after sex.

Even with his beat-up face you she could tell that Bill was handsome
with his ice-blue eyes set in a tanned handsome face. She patted the bed
beside her and Bill sat down on it, his weight shifting the bedding like
it had a hundred times before, but this time it was different.

Sam examined his face first and dabbed at the cuts on his cheek with antiseptic. Bill didn't cry out but he winced at the sting. There wasn't
much she could do about his eye socket but the eye itself was uninjured
and the wound would heal itself. She applied some gauze bandages to the
scrapes and cuts on his chest after sterilising them and Bill sat
silently and unmoving while she do so.

"I'm just going to dab your lips Bill and it might sting," Sam whispered
as she poured antiseptic on a cotton ball.

Bill had been staring at Sam's perfect face framed by her brunette shag,
dark eye makeup enhancing her ice-green eyes, those fine cheekbones
enhanced by a little rouge, those full pouty lips defined by her red
lipstick. How could he have ever been cruel to this beautiful feminine
woman? Yes she was different but up until today Bill had never realised
it was that difference that fascinated him.

"Bill, are you ok?" Sam was disturbed by his silence.

Maybe he was concussed?

Bill reached out and pushed aside the hand holding the cotton ball and
leaned in and kissed Sam full on the lips. The kiss surprised Sam, it
was soft and tender and she figured that Bill was kissing her softly
because lips were cut and bruised.

"Stop fussing and come to bed," Bill whispered.

Sam stroked his chest, her fingers lingering on the battle scars. Two
bullet wounds near his shoulder and a bayonet scar on his right hip.
These were scars of honour and as far as Sam was concerned the fresh
wounds on his face and body were also scars of honour.

Bill pulled Sam down on the bed and she put her head on his chest and
Bill ran his fingers through her hair. He wasn't patting her like a good
dog like he did after she had fellated him, she could feel the genuine affection.

"Get undressed," Bill whispered.

Bill got under the covers and watched Sam kick off her heels take off
her dress. She slipped into a pink satin chemise, the same colour and
material as her panties. Her flesh-toned stocking she kept on because
she knew that Bill like for her to wear them during sex. She turned out
the lights and Bill lifted the covers and she slid in beside him.

This was strange. She had never been under the covers with Bill before.
He fucked her on top of the bed on a coverlet that she kept just for
that purpose. When Bill pulled her in close she slipped easily into his
arms, her little body contoured to his perfectly. He kissed her softly
and stroked her hair, gazing into her eyes illuminated by the starlight
though the open window.

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

"For what?" Sam was genuinely surprised because Bill didn't apologise
for anything.

"For everything Sam. For the way I've treated you. Using you and then
casting you aside with no consideration for your feelings," Bill sighed.

"But I was your comfort woman Bill. Isn't that what you were supposed to
do?" Sam stroked his uninjured cheek and smiled at him, almost breaking
his heart.

"I should have cherished you, not abused you. It wasn't until today that
I realised what I had. It wasn't until today that I realised how special
you are and how undeserving I am," Bill squeezed her gently and kissed
the tip of her nose.

Sam just sighed contentedly and wondered if she was dreaming and if the
real William Brody would return tomorrow.

"Do you mind if we just cuddle until we fall asleep. I'm too tired to do anything else," Bill murmured and Sam nodded her consent.

She was surprised that Bill had asked her but Bill was full of surprises tonight.

"Sure Bill. We'll just cuddle," Sam sighed and snuggled up even closer
to him if that were possible.

His hard body smelled of soap and Old Spice and his breath sweet with
Listerine and with his arms encircling her Sam's body fitted perfectly
into his. Bill was inhaling Sam's scent, the feel of her body was
comforting and delightful. Whenever she moved her satin chemise and
nylon stockings tickled his bare flesh and despite his declaration that
he just wanted to cuddle, Bill's cock slowly came to life.

Sam could feel it pressing on her belly through the chemise. She could
feel the power of it. It was animated with raw sexual energy. Despite
her best efforts Sam began to become erect too and she was soon fully
engorged and concupiscent. She could feel it pressing against Bill's leg through her satin panties and she knew it would enrage him. It would
spoil the illusion.

"I'm sorry Bill. Let me roll over," Sam began to untangle herself from
Bill's embrace.

Her intent was to spoon for him so he could rub his cock on her ass if
he wanted and not be annoyed and displeased by her penis but Bill
wouldn't let her.

"Where do you think you're going," Bill held her tight.

"I know you don't like it," Sam whispered.

"You mean this?" Bill slipped his hand between her legs and squeezed
Sam's penis through her panties, causing her to gasp.

"It's part of you Sam. It's a part of you that gives you pleasure and I shouldn't deny you that," Bill began to stroke Sam's cock through her
panties and she whimpered.

"Stop Bill or I'll make a mess and you hate that," Sam was almost crying'

"Shut up Sam," Bill whispered tenderly and nipped her earlobe.

He kissed her passionately and adjusted himself so that his cock was
pressing hers, only the delicate fabric of her panties between their
turgid flesh. Bill ground his cock on hers as he slipped his tongue into
Sam's mouth and Sam gasped and flooded her panties as the most erotic
orgasm she had ever experienced washed over her.

Bill gasped into her mouth and climaxed with her, his scalding semen
saturating her panties as their seed comingled. Sam had a
stocking-sheathed leg around his thigh and she pulled him closer with it
and held him there as her fingernails traced soft furrows down his back.
They breathed each other's air, their bodies locked together shuddering, holding each other tight as their cocks rubbed together, jittering and juddering as they spurted their issue, saturating Sam's panties.

Bill hadn't experienced anything so rapturous. He thought he would be
disgusted by it but the tenderness of their embrace, the shared delight
in their closeness and consideration for each other was overwhelming.

They kissed and cuddled and mewed and sighed, neither of them uttering
an intelligent phrase but both understanding what the other was saying.
They fell asleep like that, comforted in each other's arms.

When Sam awoke the next morning she thought that she had dreamed it all
but she was still in the warm embrace of William Brody who was already
awake and staring at her.

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"What? Do I have booger or something?" Sam said with alarm.

"No darling, I am just continually amazed at how beautiful you are,"
Bill smiled sweetly at her.

"With my mussed up makeup and bedhair," Sam wrinkled her nose.

"Yes even with your mussed up makeup and bedhair," Bill kissed the tip
of her nose.

They both had nocturnal penile tumescence and their cocks were pressed
together through Sam's sticky panties.

"What should we do about this," Sam snaked a hand down to their groins
and squeezed Bill's erection.

"I think you know Sam," Bill grinned at her.

Sam leaned over and mooched in the top drawer of the bedside table and
found the tube of K-Y Jelly and she began to uncap it.

"Give me that," Bill took it from her.

He was breaking the ritual. It was Sam's job to lubricate both him and
herself before coitus.

Bill climbed on top of Sam and smeared a good amount of lubricant into
the crevice between her buttocks and then he surprised her and freed her
cock from her panties and worked some the lubricant into her fully erect
penis. At the same time he slipped a finger into her anus and slowly
worked it, kissing her passionately.

Sam was delighted as much as she was surprised at Bill's attentions to
her. She reached for his manhood and stroked it until it was fully erect
and then she wriggled around until she got herself positioned just right
and removed Bill's finger from her anus and replaced it with his cock.

It pressed on her sphincter and Bill hesitated, staring down at her;
gazing rapturously into her green eyes. She stared back at him with
adoration.

"I love you Samantha," Bill whispered as he slid himself all the way
inside her.

Sam began to cry tears of joy as she wrapped her legs around Bill and
held him close, feeling his heart beat against hers as they made love.

*****

"Well I poked a stick in the anthill," Dale Snitterman said as he sat
facing Colonel Johnathan Flagg who was turning out the drawers of his
desk and throwing the contents into boxes marked Top Secret.

"Well that's all well and good Captain and you can write me a full
report when we get back to Washington," Flagg was predisposed, throwing
files and notebooks into the boxes.

"Put on your Captain's uniform and tell the men in Villawood to parade
in the town hall conference room at zero eight hundred tomorrow," Flagg
said distractedly.

"What's going on sir?" Snitterman asked.

"They're pulling the plug on the study. They say we have everything we
need and it's time to move on. The DoD is selling Villawood back to the Excelsior Mining Company and their mining lease has been reinstated,"
Flagg said.

"It was an interesting study but we have to move on to other things.
Don't just stand there. Get into uniform and get your ass back to
Villawood. Make sure you get their diaries and anything else to do with
the study," Flagg growled.

"What about Sam and Wendy sir? Should they parade in uniform too?"
Snitterman asked waiting to be rebuked.

"As of tomorrow they are all free men. I don't care if they want to
dress as the tin man, the lion, the scarecrow or fucking Dorothy so long
as they abide by the official secrets act," Flagg said dismissively.

*****

The deal struck with the prisoners by Colonel Flagg and endorsed by the
DoD was that Staff Sergeant William Brody, Airman Samuel Steele, Petty
Officer Wesley Meakins, Senior Airman Buddy Flintock and Seaman Victor
Benning would all have their sentences commuted, their criminal records expunged, their ranks reinstated and they would be granted honourable discharges.

The provisos being that they signed a document swearing them to secrecy

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