Delta Chronicles ch. 5
Jack looked down the barrel of the Avtomat Kalashnakov that the insurgent was holding. The black Wolf shuddered as he realized that this was how it would all end. The insurgent with the camera said something in Arabic to the AIF fighter that was holding Jack hostage. The insurgent holding the Russian made Kalashnakov rifle handed the rifle to the man with the camcorder, and the man uttered something into the camera before training both the camera and the rifle on Jack. If Jack hadn't been bound he would have taken the rifle and beat the Iraqi to death with it, and shot the other one... But he was bound with knots that would have made a boyscout proud. He took a glance at the corpses of the other members of his team and knew that he was about to suffer the same fate. An AK-103 stock to the face snapped him back to face the executioner. The insurgent steadied the rifle and the camera, and fired the AK, the .30 caliber bullet slammed into Jack's head at point blank range shattering his head into several large pieces, and shredding his brain. The rifle had been so close that molst of what was left of Jack's face was now smoldering. Jack woke supressing a yelp and in a cold sweat. He had never had a nightmare as the one he had just imagined, and he felt his heartbeat going almost three times its normal rate. he looked over at his clock. 9 O'clock.
"Fuck.. I'm late for the debriefing." he thought as he pulled on his wrinkled slacks that had been on the floor for about three days. He then rummaged through his drawers and closet finally finding his dress shirt and jacket. He finally found his shoes in two totally different locations about his quarters, and after pulling them on took a swig of coffee, supressing the gag reflex at the taste of the Army coffee. When he finally stumbled out the door he felt the cold february air make his fur stand on end. With that, he broke into a dead run toward the opposite direction of where he was supposed to go. Realizing his mistake, he performed a running About Face and ran the correct way to get to the debriefing.
The Colonel looked down at his watch, and grimaced. Jack was supposed to be here ten minutes ago. With that last thougnt, the doors burst open, and a panting Jack jogged towards his seat. "You were supposed to get here ten minutes ago Jack...'
"I know Colonel Slauson, But on a related note, the Army needs louder alarm clocks..." Jack kidded.
"Not now Jack, let's just get this over with." Colonel Slauson responded.
The Debriefing consisted of each team member giving an account on the mission, the long and boring way. The debriefing, by the time it was done, lasted well over three hours, "Three hours" Jack thought "that I'll never get back."
Joe walked back to the mens quarters to get some well deserved rest. He thought about the look that the Panther had given him in the briefing room. The last time he had gotten that look was in the thirteenth grade, back in Ramstien AFB in germany, after he had been adopted by an American Military family. He remembered growing up with a Human as a brother, and still considered himself as close to Human as a Fur could get. The former GSG 9 soldier still had not noticed Clarice walking with him until she purposfully pushed him into a darkened space between two barracks. The black Panther caught him by surprise by pressing her lips against his, and holding him against her, as she would have with John. The pair held the embrace until Joe broke from her grasp. "No, I'm not going to remember the Soldier I was sent here to replace like this..." he said. "B... But,"
"No, NO." Joe replied to her pleading, and walked back onto the path leading to the Mens Quarters. After about five steps, Joe heard a heavy sobbing coming from where Clarice still lain. He was about to continue when his kindness got the better of him. He walked back to the alley, and picked up Clarice. She looked at him through green eyes, and he melted under them. He set her down long enough to open his door, and helped her inside. What she saw first were the pictures of the people whom Joe had saved while he was with the german GSG 9. They covered the whole right side wall. The Fur that stood in the living room with her was a real , honest to god, Hero. Several medals engraved with german writing only confirmed what she had suspected. there were also a few black and white pictures of a pair of German Furs, one of them wearing the uniform of the Bundeswehr Heer. The picture read "Meine Familie im munchen" she saw a newspaper clipping next. Her limited knowledge of German allowed her to translate some of the clipping. "In the Munich massacre at the Olympic games, three guards were killed along with many Jewish athletes. One of the Bundeswehr guards was talking with his wife about their child at home, when they were both gunned down by Automatic fire." "Oh my god..." she thought. Both of his parents had been killed in seconds by a terrorist. That also explained his joining the GSG 9. He just wanted it all to stop. And he was going to stop it any way he knew how. Joe came back from the kitchen with two bottles of Hefeweisen, the only American beer he would buy. She took the bottle and took a hearty swig. She also noticed that that the German happened to he checking her out. she turned to go to the couch, making sure Joe had a nice view of her ass. Joe felt the familiar feeling of his member exiting his sheath and sat down the armchair trying to take his mind off of her body. Felling comfortable Clarice undid the top two buttons of her blouse, not so much for the comfort it provided, as to tease Joe. Joe drained his Hefewiesen in one mighty swig, as is the traditional German fashion of ingesting alchoholic beverages, and got up to get another. Meanwhile clarice got up to find the bed. She was feeling horny, and desperately needed to mate. It didn't matter who with, whether it was human, canine, or feline, she just needed her lust satisfied. She went and found the bed, and got undressed upon it. She then lay in the most alluring way she knew.
Joe got back from his quest for alchohol, only to find the attractive black panther gone from sight. As if on cue, he heard her voice. "In here..." she said.
"Damn, even her voice is sexy."
When Joe got to where the voice eminated from, he found the door to his bedroom in the way. He wondered what lay behind the door, or rather , who.
"Awwwww, Ficher es..."
When he opened the door, he saw a nude , stunningly beautiful Pather before him. He also saw every one of his laws of decency violated, when his member began to grow from its sheath. He made his way towards her, but before he had time to react, she pulled him close, and kissed him with all her passion. With that, she began to undo his dress shirt, to reveal a well chiseled chest and abdomen. While she was busy with his shirt, he fumbled with his pants buttons, and zipper. Now in only his boxers, they soon went, becoming more of a projectile than an undergarment, and ending up somewhere in a far corner of the room. He lay on top of her, and kissed once more, and didn't know what to do next. "I haven't ever really done this before..." he hesitated. "And you call yourself a soldier, HA" she kidded as she guided his paws to her nipples. he took the hint, and maddaged her nipples, working them until they were rock solid with pleasure.
"He gives one helluva tit massage, " Clarice thought. She then guided his hand to her cunt, already wet from the tit massage that Joe had given her. She started his fingers in a working rythym, and he also touched a particular spot in her cunt that made Clarice tense wide eyed, and gasp for air. He continued to rub over that spot, and eventually Clarice tensed and poured her sweet smelling fluids all over his hand. He shoved his muzzle where his hand had been, and lapped up her fluids. They really did taste as good as they smelled. He lapped continuously, instinct taking over. Clarice felt her second orgasm coming and hooked her legs over his shoulders. "Ohhhhh GAWD" she almost screamed as she came for the second time, covering Joes face with her sex fluids. She then used her legs to flip the German Shepherd over, pulling him up so that he now was where she once laid. Clarice licked Joes face clean of her own fluids with her rough feline tongue. She then moved down to his groin. Clarice played with his member until it began to slide from its sheath. She looked up at him without a word, making sure he was ready, and began to pump her hand arouund his rod, earning a pleasured groan. Once it had grown to its full length, clarice stopped pumping on his rod. Joe gave her a quizzical look. "Just watch." she then engulfed his entire rod, Deepthroating it the first time. Joe gave a groan of pleasure again, which she did not register. She was concenrating on the current task. "AHHHHH, Motherfuckerrrrrrrrrr " Joe groaned as he reached his first climax that evening. Clarice withdrew to where the only part of his cock in her mouth was his tip, which was still spewing hot jets of seed. She swallowed the seed and cleaned up his dick, as well as her face. She brought her face back up to his and nuzzled his neck fur, knowing that he knew what to do next. He flipped them over, He was now on top, looking into her beautiful green eyes, and falling in love. "Are you ready?" he asked, already knowing the answer. He pushed his tip into her dripping cunt, and shakily pushed in. Once he was in, he steadied himself, and began searching for a rythym. Clarice was in pure ecstacy. He finally found a rythym, and pounded away. After about five minutes on cloud nine, Clarice looked at where their bodies met, and noticed his knot. "I think I need that too." She said, and he looked down. His knot was huge, and he began attempting to get it in her. After four or five failed attempts, A dull, wet pop was heard, acknowledging that she had been knotted. He felt instinct take over, using the knot to its fullest ability to pleasure. After about two more minutes. she leaned up and whispered in his ear "I'm coming." and promptly roared as she came, setting off Joe's climax, filling her up with his seed. He then collapsed onto her, unable to pull out due to his knot, and whispered into her ear "Ich liebe dich" before falling asleep on top of her. The siren wailed, waking Joe and Clarice up from their slumber. In his hurry to get up, Joe fell off the bed into a pile of mixed clothes, causing clarice to crack up laughing. The 28 year old German shepherd Looked back with a sheepish grin at his mate. Clarice leaned over the bed to hug him, at which point he pulled her off the bed, comprising his payback, and kissed her. "Ick leage mich" she said, in his arms, and he cracked up laughing a German laugh at her horrible German. "Sprichst du nicht gut deutsch?" He said. "Nein." she replied. With that, they got dressed in their combat uniforms, Clarice wearing an extra one that Joe had, and went to the briefing.
AIF= Anti Iraqi Forces, the general bad guys in the war in Iraq, intent on installing a new Hussien-ish Dictatorship.
AK-103= the newest installment in the AK series first fielded by russian spetznaz in 2003.
Bundeswehr= The german military, and defense forces.
Heer= the German Army
Ich liebe Dich= I love you...
Sprichst du nicht gut deutsch?= Speaks you no good German?= do you speak no good German?
Heer=the German army.