Malitia Leaders Concubine

Militia Leaders Concubine

OOC Please read before flaming!!!​

My character is a Former Navy Seal, who formed a survivalist malitia somewhere in the midwest. He holds an extreme right wing viewpoint which is used in this introductory post as part of his backstory. This RP will not be political, only this post will discuss politics and again only as backgound. If you disagree with the characters views, then don't read this post. Seroiously folks this is just an RP. That is all.

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The camp had grown over the last 6 years. It had really grown during the last 6 months.

People used to laugh at the survivalists and malitias but now with a the world situation... Ebola finding it's way to the US, wars in the Ukraine and Syria with US troops on teh ground. They may call them advisors, just like in Veitnam... and we now how that turned out. Not to mention the ongoing war on terror still being fought 13 years after it started. It was a bad time, the economy is still in the tank, and more people wer just giving up. The hope had definitly changed, and not for the better.

ATP had started in the mid 90s during the military downsizing. Several combat vets seeing how the US Military was being disemboweled knew that one day they or those that came after would be called upon to handle missions without the manpower or equipment needed, which meant the US would be unprotected.

Their beliefs were proven in 2001 and again when people dying of the single most deadly disease were brought to the US and several Americans caught Ebola from them.

All these problems and others had ordinary citizens taking more proactive measures to defend themselves. Soon Americas True Protectors were on every watch list of the US Government, but they never violated federal law, at least not with witnesses around.

Mike Flynn a former Chief Boatswains Mate (SEAL) and several other special operatos got together and bought over 200 acres of land and began drawing up plans to train Americans to defend the US from invasion. Soon more former military, and other like minded individuals came to the compound and stayed. Currently there were 100 members of ATP and their families in permenant residence, 60 or so more visiting, for training and/or briefings, and another 200 living their lives in the outside world, and more requests for information were coming in daily.

Chief Flynn as he was called by everyone was the undisputed leader of ATP and had appeared on several news programs about the second amendment and border security.He was well spoken and charismatic. Many woman wrote to him asking to marry him, and bear his children, but he was waiting for THE ONE.

Dawn broke in the East and Chief Flynn started his day like he did every day running along the perimiter fence. He did this for three reasons. To check the fence for damage or signs of intrusion, to stay in shape, and it gave him an opportunity to meet the newer younger guys who usually got stuck on the early morning watches.

As he approached post 9, the guard flagged him down. Handing Chief Flynn a pair of binoculars, he pointed due south. "There's a person, way out there. Maybe a kid or something. Too far away to see clearly, and not heading this way, but something is definitley weird." CHief Flynn looked where the sentry pointed and saw a figure. Whoever it was looked to be sick or injured. they weren't walking steady. He pulled out his radio and ordered two of his men to put on hazmat suits and investigate the stranger.

"Keep on eye on them, and report directly to me if more appear or anything else happens. Oh and good eye. Most people would've missed someoen at that range." The youngster beamed with pride at his words.

Chief Flynn finished his run without further incident and went to the mess hall to get some breakfast. As he ate he read the daily newspaper brought in just for him. He didn't allow TV's in his private quartes so his only news was the daily paper, and of course his staff briefings on anything of interest.

After eating he went to his office to wait for his number 2 to report in for the daily overnight report. As he waited his mind kept returning to the stray figure out here all alone.

It felt strange just thinking about how she herself had volunteered for this.

Ariel Hauser rolled on the grass, unable to determine whether she had been this way for minutes or hours. When Dale finally relented to let her go, she seemed overjoyed. She had always been outdoorsy, a stark contrast to her fiance.

"One last hike before I settle down."

Ariel had been on some of the most treacherous trails around the world and relished every hardship that came her way. A walk through the Rockies should've been a piece of cake as far as she went. She had obviously underestimated the endless dense fog.

Directionless, she roamed the rocky paths for hours on end looking for some sort of habitation. The treeline thinned and thickened, but she couldn't see a single house. Experience taught her she could be anywhere from a mile to several hundred from another person.

"One last hike indeed."

Exhaustion seeped through every pore. Her bones felt like they were made of lead. Her food rations were precipitously low. The fog eventually thinned a little, but all she saw was more alpine terrain unfurled before her.

Finally, there came a time when it was all too much. Her body sullenly refused to budge another inch. She finished the last of her food supplies and cried herself to sleep on the forest floor.

Asleep, Ariel remained oblivious to the pairs of footsteps approaching.

They security team stopped their humvee where the guardpost told them he had last seen the figure. They climbed out and began to look for the figure on foot. After almost an hour of searching, they had given up. As they walked back to the vehicle, one of them tripped over the uncocious girl.

After assessing her they reported that they had found the figure. It was a young female, who was suffering from dehydration and unconcious. The Officer of teh guard ordered them to bring her in.

They loaded her into the humvee and drove back. Two medics met them at the gate and put the girl on a stretcher and whisked her off to sickbay.

The medical officer on duty ran a bunch of tests on the young woman finding that she was moderatly dehydrated and that her blood sugar was dangerously low. He put a saline and glucose IV into her and left teh room, locking the door behind him.

Chief Flynn was sitting in his office and there was a knock on the door. "Come", he called out.

The XO, Gunny, came in and and dropped several files on his CO's desk. "Sorry I was late. I was getting briefed by the doc." Flynn waves his hand indicating it wasn't a big deal. "Well chief, not much happened last night. Today is election day. Should be interesting. The figure that post 9 saw turned out to be a college age female, no ID, dehydrated and hungry. She's unconcious in sick bay and doc took blood to run some tests but if you ask myopinion she got seperated from her friends and lost in the fog last night. No threat there, unless someone claims we kidnapped her."

Chief Flynn thought for a minute. "Have the Doc let me know when she's awake and get me the name and p;atoon sargent for the sentry on post 9. I thnk he's got some big things in his future."

"Get right on it Chief." Gunner left the office.

Chief Flynn began reviewing the training schedule for the next platoon scheduled to arrive in a week. He wanted to throw them a curve and he had an idea. He started to outline his idea and asked his clerk to schedule a meeting with the training Cadre.

After designing the training mission he decided to relax a bit and went to the shoot house to run a few drills.

Ariel felt around her. It was warmer than she remembered and she could feel something akin to mattress under her. She opened a bleary eye to see her surroundings. She was in a small windowless room with strips of fluorescent light on the ceiling. A heavy iron door with a grate was the only way out.

"Is anybody there? Hello!"

She shook her blonde hair out of her face and walked to the door. Her fist banged on it once before the grate slid open. A pair of cold blue eyes studied her momentarily before it slammed shut again.

"She's awake, Doc," she heard a gruff voice outside.

"What is going on-"

Before she could finish her sentence, the heavy door clanged open. Two muscled men in fatigues grabbed her shoulders and marched her out of the room. They took her down the corridor to another door. On the other side, another man handed her a blue overall and pointed her towards a shower stall.

Dazed and confused, Ariel nodded and went in to the stall. The hot jets of water cleaned the accumulated grime off her body and face. She put on the loose overalls and walked out. The man inspected her for a few seconds before telling her two escorts.

"You can take her to the Doc now."

There was a knock at his office door, so he stood up and opened it. "Ahh I see our guest is awake." When he was blood dripping off her arm, he looked at the medic escorting her." Next time leave her in bed, hooked up to her IV's. You could have seriously hurt her by pulling them." He shut the door in the young mans face, and smiled down at her.

"Now my dear relax. No one here wil hurt you. I'm Dr. Sherman. You are a patient here. Some of our men found you about a mile from our facility unconcious. They brought you here so I could help you. You were moderatly dehydrated and had low blood sugar. I gae you a saline and glucose drip and lef tyou to sleep about 4 hours ago. Now can I please look at your arm and bandage the wound."

As he worked on her wound he asked "So what brought you out here all alone?"

The whole situation still made no sense to Ariel. She felt weak, but better than before. The doctor shone a pencil light into her eyes, then proceeded to take her temperature with a dour, professional air.

"My name is Ariel. Ariel Hauser. I was out hiking and got lost in the fog."

The doctor nodded sympathetically, taking more readings. Even through her fatigue, Ariel felt exposed with the flimsy overalls draped around her. The swell of her breasts were clearly visible, culminating in the shape of her nipple through the blue fabric. The doctor must have noticed, but he chose to ignore it.

"What is this place?" she asked, unable to restrain her curiosity any longer.

"It's nice to meet you Ariel. This place is...my office. Someone will come by in a bit to talk to you a bit more. But I assure you. You are in no danger here. While you are not a prisoner, for security reasons you will not be allowed to wonder around, or have any contact with anyone except me and a few others. I'm sorry about that but for now it has to be. On the bright side our cooks are fabulous, and i's lunch time. Would you like to join me for lunch?"

Ariel nodded dimly, a tempest of questions still swirling in her head, but the firmness in the doctor's tone convinced her he wasn't going to give any. She slung her head low in resignation and followed him out. It had been a while since she had a decent meal.

She walked past several buildings, some small enough for ten soldiers to sleep in; others large enough for a battalion. Her eyes could make out a fence in the distance, topped by razor sharp concertina wire.

The mess was filled with soldiers. Many eyes turned to stare at her all the way to her seat. Women were scarce here, much less ones that looked like her. The doctor asked a younger officer to get their food and sat her down.

After placing their orders with the officer in charge of the Mess, and taking seats, "I'm sure you have a million questions, and I'll answer anything I can."

"Where am I? What is this place?" were the only words that came out of Ariel's mouth. She had seen enough people with buzz cuts and guns to guess it was some sort of a military camp. Growing up as a Navy brat, she was no stranger to the armed forces.

Yet something was different. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but these troops looked like they were prepped and ready for war, not the look of any armed forced base within the US.

The doctor sighed and leaned forward to explain as best he could.

"Maybe I can explain that" a voice said from behind Ariel.

"Ariel may I present the man in charge here Chief Mike Flynn US Navy SEAL."

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He set down two trays in front of the Doc and Ariel, and a young man handed him a third one which he put down and he sat across from Ariel.

"Glad to see your feeling better." He told the young woman. "Dig in and I'll tell you whats going on here, well what I can." He took a bite of his Coq au Vin.

"As you can probably guess, this is not a US military installation. We are loyal Americans who have lost faith in the leadership of our country, and don't feel they're doing enough to defend the US from outside threats. So we train and prepare for the time when The US will need to be defended and the politicans don't have the will, money, or military might to do waht needs to be done. We will be ready for that time. We are not seperatists, or an anti government nut jobs. Everyone of us has served in the military honorably, and has decorations for combat."

"So do you have any questions for me?"

Ariel blinked, her brain struggling to process the information. She was stunned into silence for a few seconds while the Doc and the seal eyed her curiously.

Finally, she squeezed out. "When can I leave?"

"Well now darlin' that's the problem. From what the Doc said you're not ready to travel yet. Besides, we only send out a truck once every three months to pick up supplies, and it returned yesterday. We are over 100 miles from the nearest population center, and it's not an easy ride. The only other time people leave or arrive here is for scheduled training, and they come and go by chopper. They're always fully loaded, no room for you. Are you out here with anyone? maybe we could find them and they could get you out of here."

He took a bite of his food, waiting to see her reaction to the news she wasn't leaving anytiime soon.

Ariel felt a growing unease with every word. No one else was with her on this trek. No one to come and whisk her away.

"There has to be a way," she almost yelled, her face turning progressively more pale.

"Well darlin' there is one way. You could walk through the mountains and down to civilization. But from your experience I think you know that's a bad idea." Chief Flynn said. "But don't worry, no one here will do anything to hurt you and the food ain't bad. We have a mice collection of books and movies and a pretty good rec center. So you won't be bored."

Ariel nodded meekly, struggling to keep herself from crying. Everybody who passed threw her a second glance, trying to figure out what she was doing there. She stuck out.

"Where will I stay while I'm here?" she asked, seemingly resigned to her fate.

"Now that is a question. All our family quarters are occupied or spoken for over the next few months. Obviously none of the barracks will work, unless you want 50 guys watching you when you shower. Sickbay has limited beds for the sick and injuried so that's no good. Then theres the quarters for the permenant staff. Some of those have an extra bedroom, but again, most of them are filled with young men and I would worry about you."

Chief Flynn silently pondered where to put her, when the doc spoke up "You have extra rooms she could use."

Chief Flynn gave him a hard look. "It seems that's the only option for now. How about it Ariel would you like to use the extra bedroom in my quarters?'

Ariel felt her heart thumping. Her fearful eyes made out the muscled build of chief Flynn. With every fiber of her being warning her against it, she said, "Yes."

"Good", he smiles at her.

The Doc stands up and pidcks up his tray, "I guess now that everythings settled, I'll go check on my other patients." He walks away, ignored by Chief Flynn.

"Once your done eating, I'll show you around the compound and my quarters. Private room, and bath, both with locking doors. So you'll have all teh privacy you want. Most of our clothes are sized for men, but I think some of our people are able to sew so they can make needed alterations for you." He lightly touches her hand. "It won't be so bad, I promise."

Ariel listened to Flynn while she walked by his side towards her quarters. None of it sounded pleasant, but it seemed like the best she could hope for.

Flynn kept talking, strolling through the camp like he owned it. Every soldier who passed saluted him, some even looked afraid. There was something about him, from his enigmatic sense of control over them, to his toned body. She could tell that he took great effort to keep himself in shape.

They stopped in front of a building which presumably housed her temporary stay.

"When can I see you, Chief?" she asked, hopefully.

He made a go ahead gesture and let her proceed him into the largest cabin in the center of the compound, while trying to make sense of her question.

The outside of the structure was a log cabin with only a few small narrow windows, more like bow loops than windows. The entry door was heavy and reinforced with steel. Entering the dwelling, it was lots of wood, like a hunting lodge with lots of brass and nautical decor. There were several trophy animals around the room. Each one in an attack position. The sparse furniture was older and well used but clean and here was a long hallway ending in a door, and an entry to the main parts of the house to the right. There was also a staircase leading up into darkness.

"We don't look outer doors here, only personal gear. Straight down the hall at the end is your room. The rest of the house is living room, kitchen, my office, my bedroom/bathroom, Storage room, and that room over there", he points to a heavy almost vault like door, "Is strictly off limits."

Ariel took a few moments to get her bearings right and take in the whole place. It was strangely comforting to her - a wooden cabin in the mountains. Notwithstanding her less-than-ideal circumstances, she finally felt a modicum of calm.

She made her way to her assigned room to find a set of clothes folded neatly on the large bed. It was a few sizes too large for her, but she slid in. There was a bathroom with running hot water and soap.

What she did not see however, was the miniature camera affixed in an obscure corner of the room recording her every movement.

When Ariel went itno her room, Chief went into his bedroom, and logged on to the secure intranet for the compund. He scanned throught eh security cameras until he found the one he was looking for.

Sitting motionless he watched as she stripped out of the robe from the hospital and dressed herself in the unaltered overalls left for her. Smiling he went into the settinge menu and increased teh acess level to that camera so that only His XO and himself could view it.

Logging off he shut down the system and began to go over the training schedules for the new recruits that would be arriving in the next few days.

Ariel felt the miracle of hot running water cascade over her tired body for once. She sat on the bench in the washroom and soaped herself free of all the accumulated grime. Her fingers involuntarily reached a private place that had not received much attention of late.

Try as she might, she couldn't picture her loving fiance as her fingers dove in and out of her wet hole. Her climax approached, and at the last moment, she saw the face of Chief Flynn, in all its enticing ruggedness before her orgasm.

Taking stock, she slinked back into her room and slipped under the covers. The revelation was deeply unsettling.

Tryibng to concentrate on the schedules he found himself curious about the new visitor. She hadn't come out of her room yet. He logged back in and pulled up the camera.

HE was amazed at her naked wet body, and how deeply her fngers were penetrating her petite body. His dick grew hard, harder than it had been in a long time, as he envisioned her being bent to his will and succumbing to his control. Sliding away from his desk, he contemplated satisfying himself. Instead he decided to use one of the willing females kept for R&R for the single men.

Picking up the phone he called over to the woman in charge of R&R "Jane, it's Chief Flynn. Can you send Lucy over for a couple of hours."

"Lucy? Not Kelli, your usual companion?" Jane asked.

"No, I'm in the mood for something a bit different." He said licking his lips in anticipation of the fun he was about to have.

"She'll be there in a few minutes." Jane responded, as he hung up.

He opened his desk drawer and took out a large old fashioned key and walked over to the vault door. Unlocking it as someone knocked on his door, he called out "Get your ass in here slut."

Lucy walked in, and Chief Flynn was very happy. Lucy was built very similar to Ariel, about the same height weight shape and hair color. She would make a good playmate for him for the afternoon.

Opening the vault door, He pointed and Lucy quickly walked in and stripped off all her clothes. Pulling the door mostly shut, he began to use Lucy to satisfy his urges.

Once Lucy was in the position he desired, he began to throat fuck her.