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That´s what I get for volunteering. Now I am lost in some woods and can´t find my way out. Fuck my life.
Cursing her luck and especially her handler for the scenario, she continued making her way through the woods.
She and another young woman were supposed to ´play hide and seek´ with some search and rescue dog handlers, and once found, mime scared and injured children who had been lost in the woods cause they had gotten spooked being alone at their family's Camping ground.
Who could have known that her companion and her handler were secret lovers, affair partners even, and would sneak away to fuck, and apparently forget about her and leave when the siren was sounded to call everyone back. Why? No clue, but considering the sky had opened the floodgates, the training exercise possibly had been canceled out of safety concerns.
Would it have been smarter for her to stay where she was and wait for rescue? Yes, weren´t it for the fact that there was no shelter or safety from possible lightning strikes. So here she was walking around, dressed like a ten-year-old girl (With pig-tails and everything), drenched to the bone, with both fake and real injuries, and a mood able to make a badger think twice about attacking her.
“They better be fucking gone when I find my fucking way back, or they will scream ´real´ fast.”, she grumbled, stumbling once more over some hidden root, “Fuck this shit. Ouch.”
“I AM GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU YOU STUPID PIECES OF HORNY SHITHEADS!” Echoed through the woods ten minutes later when a lightning strike lit up the air and thunder boomed all around. “FUUUUCK!!!”
Sighing once more, she continued on her search for a safe place to wait it out, and as fate would have it, she saw an old building in the distance, so at least she would be out of the rain-she hoped.
As it turned out, she would not be that lucky. Stepping through the broken-down door, she looked straight into the barrel of a gun, and with an audible “Nope,” did a 180 to return into the woods.
She would take a thunderstorm in the woods over some stranger with a gun in an empty building in said woods at any time.
However, she was only able to reach the next tree two meters over, an order to “STOP!” was called out, and she did with a groan and raised hands.
“I am gonna to fucking haunt your asses if I die because of you Shitheads.”
Someone chuckled right before a large and heavy hand landed on her shoulder and moved her around.
At once, her eyes looked at a large chest dressed in body armor.
´ ”Ma eyes ´re op her.”, a man with a heavy Scottish accent chuckled just before a curled pointer finger beneath her chin lifted her head up as she closed her eyes.
If she can´t see him, he can´t hurt her, right?
“ An u ´re ?”
“Leaving?”
A hearty laugh shook her head.
“No can do, Lass. So yer name and whot ´re ya doi´her?”
“Lisa Meyer, I was supposed to be a mime at a training exercise somewhere over there, but my handler left, and when the storm started, I decided to find shelter. That´s why I am looking like a little girl.”, she explained, hoping she had managed to find her way to the restricted area of the military training ground, and he was a soldier on duty.
“Well, Lisa- Let´s get ya inside and then we'll talk some more. Go ahead.”
“Yes, Sir.”, Lisa breathed a bit defeated and a lot freezing. More stumbling than walking, she managed to step inside the dry shelter only to look at three more heavily armed men, who she greeted with a slightly defeated nod,” Good Evening.”
“Evening”
“Look wha I found. Lass claims to be part of an Exercise and go´ los´ in the storm.”
“Searched her?”
“ No´ yet. Wa´ted to ge´out of the rain first.”, the man behind answered the one with mutton chops, “Well, Lisa, face the wall, hands on yer head, and spread yer legs please.”
Positioned as she had been ordered, she sent a short prayer (and curse) to whoever wanted to listen that the man isn´t a pervert and what would happen if he were.
“Relax.”, he hummed behind her just as his hands began moving through her hair, down her neck and shoulders, then alongside her rib-cage and underside of her boobs down to the front of her belly and pants, back to her backside along her belt (with short pads on her non existing pant-pockets), down the inside of her legs, feet out of the shoes, and then back up following the outside of her legs.
The search had effectively taken less than a minute, and, even though he had used the palms of his hands and not the backsides, it had not felt intrusive or sexually motivated.
“See, no´tha´bad, right? Yer can turn back around. She´s clean.”, he stated, “And we´to the bone”
“The storm cut communications, but I remember someone mentioning a training exercise a few days back. I for one don´t fancy leaving in this weather.”, one of the men stated.
“See if there is something for a fire lying around and make one, Gaz. Any of you packed a towel? ”, It was the one with the mutton chops who spoke with an authority that made it obvious to her he was the one in charge of the others.
“No tow´l, but a got a jumper she could change into, Price.”, the one who searched her exclaimed immediately.
“Hand it over. Miss Meyer, seeing that you are within our custody at the moment, I have to ask you to change into the dry clothes offered.”
“Alright- Sir.”, she huffed, not that she did not want to change into them, but she did not fancy stripping in the vicinity of four strange men.
“We won´t look, promise.”, the leader stated, and Lisa decided to believe them. If only for her own state of mind.
As one of the four men turned their backs, Lisa quickly changed into the offered fabric, which luckily reached the middle of her thighs. She did, however, keep her panties on, even though the rain had drenched them as well.
“Alright, done.”, Lisa announced a moment later, pointing to the wet pile next to her feet.
Cold wind whipped through the broken windows, biting like a bunch of angry snakes that wound their ways up her ankles, calves, past her knees and thighs, only to settle against her spine, before digging into her chest and settling there.
“Yeah, that jumper won´t do enough.”, the one who had been called Gaz frowned, noticing her shivering from where he was crouching on the floor, tending to a small smoking fire that would never be big enough to generate enough heat to warm her up. There was just not enough dry cinder around.
“Body heat it is then.”, the first man announced, sitting down just to pull Lisa onto his lap and chuckle into her ear, “Name´s Soap, bye the way.”
“Won´t yo-u cool out as well like th-this?”, she shivered, her teeth shattering and body twitching in an effort to generate warmth.
“Yes.”, the leader interrupted, “That´s why we will be taking turns until it´s time to leave. We switch every hour. Gaz, you next, then me, ghost, and all over again. Once the fire is a bit stronger, we prepare some MREs. Any grievances with that, Mrs Meyer?”
“No, Sir.”
“Name´s Price, Soap already introduced himself in a way, telling me he needs some more manners lessons. The lad tending to the fire is Gaz, and last but not least, the one with the mask is Ghost.”
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“Stop arguing, there is no way in hell we'll let you walk through the woods in drenched shoes or barefoot. This will be a good exercise for them.”, Price stated for the tenth time.
“ Ya weight nothing. I am used to log around the big fella.”, Soap laughed, “So stop arguing and enjoy being carried like a princess.”
“Fine.”
And that´s how she returned to the part of the base where the exercise had started. Being carried bridal style by a fully armed soldier, escorted by three more, and still wearing just the hoodie.
“Do you remember where the rest of the exercise was to take place? ” Ghost rumbled.
“No. But I see some of our cars in the distance, my guess is there should be others.”, she nodded towards the collection of different red and white cars with blue lights on the roof.
“Well, let's give ya back to ya friends. Bet they are worried.”, Soap laughed.
“I just want a long, hot shower.”
“You will get one. I can promise you that.”, Gaz promised before silence settled within the group.
A silence Lisa ended the second her eyes found the perpetrators of her misfortune talking to the head of her non-profit, who looked devastated.
“It´s her own fault she left against orders.”, the dickhead who had been in charge of her sneered.
“That sounds nothing like Lisa. I have known her for decades, and she would not have left without informing anyone without a very good reason. You are certain she did not say anything? ”, her chairman frowned.
“Like I said. She exclaimed: Let's test those dogs and disappeared into the bush.”
“Mr. Price, can I please be put down?” Lisa squinted.
“I would say yes, but the look on your face makes me say no. What will you do if I tell him to put you down?”
“Just nicely announcing my return?- With a filled bucket from over there dumped on their heads. Please?”
“No. But I am sure Soap would love to do the honor.”, Captain Price chuckled. All four of them had developed some soft spot for her in just those two days.
Without missing a beat, Ghost stepped up to carry her the last couple of meters so Soap could announce their arrival.
SPLOSH
“ARGH!- What the hell?”
“Funny, those were exactly my thoughts when you disappeared into the woods to fuck, and then left me behind when the storm approached.”, Lisa greeted with such a fake happy voice, chills ran down some spines, “Sorry, the storm killed the radio, or I would have called in. What´s the news, Steven?”
“I am gonna call off the search parties. And then deal with them. You good?”
“Yeah, not allowed to walk on my own cause I could get hurt. Tired, need a shower. But so far, so good, considering I was lost in a storm. Might get a cold later.”
“Get checked out by a Doc, please. And I am sure military police will want to talk to you, with all of this happening on base.”
“Sure. After I had a shower and something warm to eat.”, Lisa hummed.
“I´ll make sure they wait that long. We have to get checked, too, so we´ll escort her to the medics. Where is her bag with a change of clothes?”
“No clue.”, Steven scratched his head, “I had other worries.”
“Ya get some of our clothes then. ”, Soap grinned, “Can keep them, too. As a reminder of this shit show. Now let´s get going, need a hot shower myself.”
“Someone will get you when everything is done.”, Price announced before the group disappeared within the closed-off area usually only open to the military.
“So, Lisa. What do ya think about helping us train dealing with injured civvies?”, Soap suddenly announced.
“Make it an official request with my organization, and I am in.”, she grinned tiredly.
And that´s how, just a few weeks later, Lisa was running around the training area in hysterics, with a masked giant on her tail trying to calm her down.