Special forces encounter

[18wheeler]

This is fantasy.

I’m attempting to mix my 2 loves. Writing about sex and action. Hope you like it.



I stood in the brightly lit, but dingy room. The SECDEF near the main doors. Waiting. Flanked by security and multiple specops men. All young, beard clad warriors.

My group was smaller. 3 security officials, me, a 27 year old female staff member in a blue dress suite, with Steve , a slightly older male staff member, and 2 more special forces men. One young and eager. The other far older. White beard and hair and scarred face and tan skin.

“How did I get stuck with grandpa” I groaned to myself. Staring at him. His body was big and thick. He had a desert tan suppressed SCAR slung across his chest. A black sidearm with wood grips was strapped to his armor under the rifle. It looked like the old 1911.. my dad had one like it.

We had come here yesterday for a meet and greet and briefing on the current conflict. I volunteered for this trip. I needed the experience. This was my first time being overseas, and definitely in a hot zone. Which. Just after we arrived yesterday. It got hotter. It was almost as if the enemy, knew the SECDEF was going got be here. The moment his HMX-1 landed. Forces began building around our base.

Specops was brought in overnight to help exfiltrate us out of the zone today. 2 “Nightstalker” Blackhawks were brought in. SECDEF’s HMX-1 was at capacity with the added Delta men, and security. So one of the Blackhawks was for me, Steve, and our two Delta men, and there was another gunship with us now.

“Interesting attire for this situation” the young operator said to me and rolled his eyes.

I winced in embarrassment

“I doubt she planned on getting into battle” the older operator replied. Then looked at me

“Ignore him ma’am… you look very nice” he said.

“Shes in a hot zone. She should have prepared” the young man said.

“Cool it” the old man barked

“Yes sir” the young operator replied cooly.

“This is my first time….” I said embarrassed. “Over here… and thank you sir” I smiled at the older operator…

“Think next time” the young man said.

“Lieutenant!” The old man said. “CAN IT”

“Sorry sir” the young man fell quiet

I was still blushing. I felt like an idiot.

The large doors opened and they rushed the SECDEF out to his HMX-1 and boarded. I could see the Blackhawk gunship circling overhead. I could hear gunfire on the rooftops and a few shots came from soldiers in the side doors. The miniguns on the gunship remained silent.

Next. The young man grabbed me roughly and walked me quickly toward our Blackhawk. I’m noticeably out of shape and he was pulling me.

“Ma’am. I can see you’re not used to running. But we need to hurry!” The young man snapped pulling on my body.

“Lieutenant!!” I heard the older operator yell, as he came up behind me. “Take this aide, I’ll help her” he pushed Steve forward and then grabbed my arm.

“Ma’am, we need to beat feet” he said and I could feel his strong yet gentle grip and it nearly felt like he lifted me partially as we sped up.

The young soldier pushed Steve into the aircraft, and didn’t wait for me, climbing in himself.

My operator stopped at the door. Helping me into the seats and then climbed in himself. He turned. Aiming his rifle outward. He spun his finger beside his head…. The Blackhawk began to build RPMs and the blades spun faster. We lifted off. The HMX was already up and heading out of the zone, as we matched elevation with the gunship and began to move south as well. Suddenly gunfire erupted below us. You could see green tracer fire, and see it hitting our Blackhawk and the SECDEF’s helo.

A round hit above our door. The young operator winced and moved back for a second. The older man never flinched. He began to return slow measured shots back at the rooftops..

THUMP the suppressed rifle barked.

THUMP another round. I watched as men dropped. Finally the younger operator’s suppressed M4 joined in. FFFT FFFT FFFFT he fired faster.

“Bbrrrrrrrrr” the minigun lit up on the gunship. Mowing down shooters on rooftops and in windows.

“SNIPER” the old man yelled on the radio. “3rd window 4th level”

“POP!” Was heard and he doubled over. Blood instantly visible to the left of his groin. He stood tall. Taking aim….

“THUMP THUMP” his rifle barked quietly.

“POP POP POP POP” soundly quickly. The old man stumbled backward into me. Knocking me backward into my seat. He was on the floor. 2 large marks in his armor, and a large hole in his left shoulder just above his armor. Blood instantly poured out the hole.

“Sir!!!” I screamed.

“I’m ok hun” he growled as he stood up shouldering his SCAR quickly and returning fire.

“THUMP THUMP THUMP” his rifle barked.
“Fucking bastard shot me!” He yelled. I watched the man in the window disappear behind a spray of red. I began to vomit.

“Get us out of here!” The young operator screamed on the radio. The helo dipped forward aggressively. The gunship spun to position the miniguns toward the city as we began to leave. The gunship shielding us.

“”ROCKET” the old operator yelled as the rocket slammed into the gunship, just below the rotor. It exploded. It was so close that shrapnel hit the old operator in the forehead and and his right arm. It sliced my cheek, breast, hip, and leg. It nearly decapitated the young operator. He dropped dead instantly, And a few small pieces hit Steven in the chest. But he was still alive and alert. I lay in my seat. Blood everywhere. I vomited again. As we pulled away, the older operator looked down at me. Blood pouring from his face, chest,and his groin…yet, he was literally checking on me.

Suddenly alarms went wild. I looked at the instruments in the cockpit of the Blackhawk as they all flashed and alarms wailed

“We’re going down colonel!” The pilot yelled. Apparently the old man, is a Colonel, I thought calmly.

“Fuck” he yelled.

“Command. Nightstalker 4 is going down. We are going down” he repeated multiple times into the radio as he made sure my belts were secure and tight. He buckled himself in, as we began to rotate quickly toward earth.


“Affirmative. Ghost 1. We are activating the SAR birds now” I heard the pilots radio crackle

“Hold on hun” the colonel yelled. Grabbing me.

He said the same thing to Steve.

The ground came fast. And we hit so hard it winded me and the colonel. Yet. In a flash. I saw him unhook and stand. He began to fire into the rooftops and windows as I watched him gasp for air. I gasped for air as well looking for Steve. I found him. Dead. A large piece of the seat through his chest. and a broken neck. I lay there covered in blood and vomit.


“Can you walk?” The colonel said to me.

“I don’t know sir” I cried.

“Try!” he said as he found the younger operator’s body. He removed his armor.

He turned as I stood and helped me into the armor. It was too small on my curvy form, but he got it on. Crushing my larger breasts and blood poured from the left one. The pain was insane

“Come on!” He yelled. Half carrying me, even with his large shoulder wounds and a Bleeding groin he began to fire at the windows and rooftops with his left arm only as he walked me toward a doorway.
“THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP CLICK” his SCAR ran dry. He let it drop to his chest as He kicked in the door and we ran into it.

“Keep going” he yelled. Pulling me though the home, To a back door, Kicking it outward into the alley. We ran without gunfire into another alley and broke into a home not on the main road.

“Get down!” He yelled pushing me into a corner as he turned. Pulling the sidearm from his armor. “BOOOOMMM. BOOOOOMMM BOOOOOM Firing times, In slow motion. I watch as he aimed and the slide went back. I could read “COLTS Government Model” on the side as the slide slammed home again. Smoke and cases floating in the air.

Suddenly i heard “WHOOOSSSHHH WHOOSH” of 2 rockets as he ran in and collapsed on top of me as the front of the building imploded around us. I could feel the rock and concrete hitting him as he covered me.

 

[18wheeler]

Part 2

My ears rang. I couldn’t hear anything. The colonel was crushing me. I assumed he had been killed saving me. I opened my eyes. Dust everywhere. Slowly my hearing returned as I heard footsteps and people speaking. I couldn’t understand them at all. I wasn’t sure if it was my damaged ears or if they were speaking another language.

“Ssshhhh” I heard the colonel whisper. He wasn’t dead. He was playing dead.

“They’ll think we were crushed. Just be quiet” he said over me.

Slowly. My hearing cleared. They moved off eventually. He laid on top of me for a number of hours until night fell. He eventually began to move and I heard and felt the large pieces of concrete falling off of him. He rolled off of me and into a dark room.

“Can you walk?” He asked softly

“No. My legs are asleep from being here so long. and my pelvis is throbbing” i said.

“It’s ok hun. Grab my hands” I saw him lean up and stick his hands out. I grabbed them and he slowly pulled me to him and he cradled me.

“We are ok for now.” He said. I began to sob against him.

“Are you Ok?” I asked between tears

“No. But we need to check you out first. I’ll be ok” he said softly. “Where are you hurt?”

“You’re injured too” I said.

“I’ll be ok, can you stand?” He insisted

“Yes. I think so” I said. “I was hit My chest, face, hip and leg”.

“Stand so I can see” he said. Flipping on a low light flashlight.

I was matted in dust and blood.

“Is that a chest hit or your breast?” He asked

“Breast I think”

“Ma’am.. what’s your name?” He asked.

“Rebecca… but you can call me Becky” I said.

“Rebecca…. I know this is going to be uncomfortable… but I need you to get undressed” he said. Taking off his backpack. He put a lamp on his head.

“Seriously?” I saId.

“Yes ma’am. I need to see all your wounds, clean and dress them” he said. Staring at me.

“Ok” I said. I know I was beet red.

I undid my blouse and removed it. It was almost saturated in blood. At some point I had lost my suit jacket.

He stood. Moving close. He shown the light over my bra

“I’m sorry. I have to look” he said and he pulled it away from my breasts. I stared at the ceiling, humiliated.

“I’m sorry hun” he said. Gently returning my bra to my breasts. He turned. Grabbing supplies he cleaned the mark on my cheek and breasts.

“Those are just flesh wounds. By the amount of blood on your skirt. It’s worse. I have to ask you to take off your skirt”.

I stared at him. Wide eyed.

“Rebecca…. Please”. He said.

“I’ll admit. I’ve never been begged to get naked before” I laughed nervously.

“I find that hard to believe” he said and winked. He was right. I’m chubby. But I’m still a female. Men always beg to see us naked.

I undid my belt, I turned, asking him to unzip the back. He did and pulled my skirt down, I turned in time to realize the shrapnel had not only shredded hip and pelvic area. It has completely destoyed my right side of my panties. They dropped to the dirty ground around my left ankle. My lower body was fully exposed. He knelt in front of me. His hands on my mound and thighs and hip. I was trembling.

“I’m sorry hun” he said. Knowing I was embarrassed.

“It’s ok Mike. I know you’re doing your job” his hand gripping my hip gently and massaging it as he cleaned my pelvic wound and thigh. Then bandaged me up.

“I just wish I was this close under better circumstances” he laughed. Looking up at me. I stared down at him. His deep blue eyes looked like he was sad. Hurt. Compassionate. He winked again. The old warrior, with the white beard and hair, and tanned scarred face… had become extremely sexy to me.

“Me too Mike… ” I said without thinking. He gripped my hip tightly. He leaned in and kissed my stomach. Then stood. Pulling my skirt up my legs and zipping me back up.

He turned and stumbled, falling.

“Mike!” I gasped and dropped to his side.

“I’m ok” he said.

“Bullshit sir!” I yelled. “Sit down and I’m going to clean you up”

He sat. Smiling at me.

“I have medic training from the CIA, and the Pentagon” I said.

I grabbed his bag and got more of his supplies. I cleaned up his face. The wound was deep and wide. I cleaned it thoroughly and he winced from pain. Then I removed his shirt and armor. Those wounds were deep as well. He helped me remove some of the shrapnel and a bullet from his chest.

I leaned over him. Unbuckling his belt. Then his BDU pants. I unzipped him and realized he was commando. His thick furry bush didn’t hide his massive thick cock.

“Jesus Mike” I sighed. It was covered in blood, but I believed from the wound to the left of the base of his thick cock. I wrapped my hand around it and moved it to the side. Looking it over. It appeared unhurt.

“Are you gasping due to the blood?” He asked softly.

“Actually no” i looked up at him. I felt him harden, and stand up straight, in my grip.

“It appears to still work” i laughed.

“I knew that when YOU got naked earlier” he said and looked into my eyes.

“Oh….” I blushed.

He shrugged. “Just the truth”

I cleaned his groin. His long thick cock bobbed and swayed.

“I’m sorry Rebecca” he laughed.

“Don’t be” I laughed in return. I wrapped my hand around it again. Stroking it slowly.

“In all fairness, sir, I probably owe you one hell of a blowjob” I smiled at him. “And I’d be honored to do it, for what you did for me today… to be honest,,head seems pretty basic… but I don’t think I could handle the blood right now”

“It’s just blood Rebecca” he said

I stared at him. Trying to read him.

“Would you say that if your face was between my legs and I had started?” I sneered at him.

“Just more flavor ma’am” he sneered back.

“You know what colonel, You’re right” I said and leaned over his lap, opening my lips about to wrap them around him…

“Rebecca!!” He yelled. “I’m kidding! I did my job. And I like you… You don’t owe me anything” he smiled, then suddenly began coughing.
“I’m ok. I’m ok” he said as he calmed himself. “I’m ok” he said again before pulling me against him. He held me. I could feel his heartbeat through his hairy chest. I rubbed the lower half of his cock closing my eyes.

“I’m young enough to be your daughter Colonel” I sighed.

“I’m pretty sure both my son and daughter are older than you” he laughed.

“are you married Colonel?” I asked. Sitting up to look at him.

“Ma’am. You wouldn’t be touching me like that if I was.” He said calmly. I looked down at his throbbing cock in my hand.

“We need to get your pants back on” I laughed.

“Yeah. That’s not going to happen at the moment… but you have to stop touching it” he said

I let it go. “Sorry!” I laughed

“Ghost 1, SAR 3 inbound. Beacon located ETA 45” cracked in his earpiece.

“Copy that SAR 3. Two injured civilian female and myself”

“Copy that Ghost 1”


“Ok. I do need to get my pants on” he said beginning to sit up.

I helped cram is monster into his BDUs and leaned up and kissed him.

“Mike.. I’ll admit. When I first saw you… I was disappointed that I got the old man and not the young sexy soldiers. I felt as if I was being escorted by Santa…” I looked into his eyes.

“Men my age in this job are dangerous. I haven’t survived this long being bad at this” he said.

“I’m sorry I felt that way” I said.

“I get it” he laughed. “No hard feelings”

“That’s clearly not true” I laughed. Rubbing his smashed erection though his pants.

“Stop it!” He laughed and coughed. Then he groaned in pain

“You need to heal and get your strength back…” I said

“Why?” He looked over at me. I leaned up and kissed him again.

“Because…” I began, but suddenly anger and fire surged through his eyes. And he violently pushed me away from him. I slammed onto a table and it broke. And I was flat on the floor. My legs under me awkwardly. I watched as He grabbed his 1911 aiming it at the wall, as someone fired from outside the window. The noise was deafening as I saw an AK47 spit fire. 3 rounds stitched across Mike’s bare chest as his 45ACP bucked 3 times. The slide slamming back empty The man in the windows face exploded. 2 rounds hitting his nose and the other his forehead. He dropped but another man popped into the window just as quickly..

“MIKE! I screamed as looked at him… he was gasping for air. His 45 fell to his lap. I turned and screamed at the man in the window as someone grabbed him, stabbed him twice in the chest and then slit his throat with an Emerson CQC9

The OD clad man cleared the window with ease. Covering me with his M4… seeing I was half undressed. He looked at me puzzled. Then saw Mike.

“COLONEL!!” He yelled.

“Ghost 1 is hit. He’s in bad shape. Rick. Here, now” he yelled into his mic. My ears ringing from the AK.

Rick plowed through the door. Gun up. Seeing me. Puzzled looks at me and then at the other operator. Then dropped beside Mike.

They both worked on Mike. Finally getting him on a stretcher. They lifted him. I leaned over him.

“Colonel. Can you hear me” I whispered in his ear. I heard him moan lightly.

“Ma’am. We need to go” Rick said

“Colonel. You need to heal and get strong again. I pulled his hand to my breast. He gripped it lightly. Moaning.

Staring into his eyes.

“Look at me” I demanded and He did.

“Ma’am!” Rick yelled

“You need to heal quickly. I promise if you do, you’re getting more than a blowjob” I kissed him as they moved. He watched me as they left the room. Another soldier came in. Grabbing me and we headed out into the darkness to a Blackhawk behind the homes. This one was different. It was dark inside. The pilots wore NODs. The gunners and specops were all donning NODs. The body had different shapes than a typical Blackhawk, Different rotors and It was far quieter. If not nearly silent. We rose and headed south in the darkness

The lights from the city showed the silhouettes of two similar blackhawks flanking us in the darkness.