Beginning of the End

Dominoe was in a dire situation. She was bound in a stressfully uncomfortable position with intricate knots around practically every joint of her limbs. Trussed on her back on a large satin sheet covered bed, her elbows and wrists were cinched tight behind her. Her hips and back were arched upwards and held aloft by a rope wrapped around her waist and knotted to the canopy above the bed. The only parts of her body allowed to touch the bed were the back of her head, her shoulder blades and the bottoms of the black high heel pumps she was fitted with, while the rest of her outfit consisted of a rubber corset, garters, and sheer black hose.

At least she wasn’t gagged, but at the moment she almost wished she were. There were three young girls on the bed with her that Dominoe guessed were still in their teens. One blonde, one redhead and one brunette, all with flawless skin and model looks, and each doing something incredibly arousing to her body.

The brunette was busy tongue kissing Dominoe’s open mouth, while the redhead was making an eager taste testing of her firm breasts and erect nipples, licking and nibbling with total abandon.  If that wasn’t enough to drive Dominoe nearly mad with arousal and desire, the wild blonde was moving her head up and down between her legs, sopping up her juices with her expert tongue and lips while she delicately fingered Dominoe’s anus.

The first orgasm caused Dominoe to tense up and shiver as the three girls continued their assault on her senses. She was barely able to think straight, and when she opened her eyes to look over at the insidious agent who was overseeing her “interrogation,” all she saw was a man who was clearly enjoying his job. Sooner or later, he was going to pay for this.
But at the moment, all Dominoe could do was resist their attempt to break her with pain and pleasure. The best way to resist was to think of something else, no matter how hard.

She began to think back to the days which led up to her current situation.
 

Apocalypse Storm
 
The Persian Gulf – One week earlier aboard the Nuclear Submarine U.S.S. Apocalypse

In the dark bowels of the gunmetal gray ship, a group of naval officers are gathered in a dark conference room. Present among them is C.A.T.T. operative Dominoe. She sits nervously as she watches and waits for the captain to finish reading a decrypted message straight from a code machine.  Dominoe notices that the captain was careless in tearing the printout off the Teletype machine, and the uneven ragged edges annoy her to no end.

“I can’t fucking believe this.” Captain Storm finally spoke after a weary sigh as he stuck the message into the nearby shredder. He then looked straight at Dominoe and grumbled. “Tell me again why I’m allowing you to lead a crew of twelve of my best Navy Seals on a search and destroy mission.”

“All I can tell you is that this is matter of not only National security, but global security as well. This is on a need to know…”

“Look, little lady, don’t give me any of that intelligence need to know bullshit.” Captain Storm interrupted. “I’m out here playing tag with a dozen Russian Wolf class submarines, and I’m loaded to the teeth with W-88 nuclear warheads. Stealth is all we have out here and I don’t feel like starting Doomsday and World War III because of some secret spy shit. I get of enough of that with the CI fucking A.”

“I understand that, captain, but I have my orders, which overrides both of us.”

“Can you at least give me some kind of clue, so I don’t feel like I’m totally wasting my time and putting my ship in harm’s way.”

Dominoe paused for a moment, and then explained. “There was an unmarked cargo plane that went down off the coast of Pakistan. “On board were a dozen Quake missiles bound for an organization of unknown origin. These missiles were stolen from a U.S. Army base. Of course, I don’t have to tell you how dangerous these weapons would be in the hands of some Middle Eastern terrorist cell.”

Captain Storm stared at Dominoe in silence. His hard face and grimace made Dominoe very uncomfortable until he spoke up. “All right. I appreciate you being candid with me. Tomorrow we’ll rendezvous with the U.S.S. Dallas to pick up the Seals and then we’ll be on our way. But I want to warn you about something. Those twelve men we’re picking up were called away a week early from some much deserved R and R. They are going to be a surly and pissed off bunch of testosterone filled gentlemen. I hope you’re ready for it.”

“I am sir,” Dominoe responded. “Thank you, captain.”

“I just want you to promise me one thing.”

“What’s that, sir?”

“You’d better not get any of my boys killed out there.”

Dominoe said nothing, but only stared into the cold gray eyes of thirty years of Navy experience. Rook had warned her and he was right. Captain Storm was a hard ass to the core. She quietly exited the meeting room to return to the solitude of her quarters. Once there she prepared for a good nights sleep because she knew she was going to need it.
When she stripped down to her sports bra and panties and made herself comfortable on the sleeping cot, she discovered with frustration that sleep would not come. It was always this way before a mission. Anxious and ready for action, but she knew her body needed rest, and there was only one sure way to get it.

Dominoe closed her eyes and tugged the edge of the sports up over firm breasts and began to slowly roll her nipple between her fingers. Once she felt the familiar tingle between her legs, she slowly let one hand slide down over her taut stomach and slip under her cotton briefs. Once there, she played her fingers delicately over her opening, rubbing one fingertip along the tight slit until the moisture allowed it to slide in. Her hips began to rock upwards now, moving in a gentle rhythm as her breathing began to get heavier and her nostrils flared. She bit her lip as she began playing a favorite fantasy through her mind like a film.

She was in a jungle at night, wearing camouflage fatigues and crouched in the crook of a thick tree, she raised her rifle slowly and uncapped the long-range scope.
 
Peering through the lens, she spies her target, a rebel officer in fatigues of some sort.
She fires and takes him out with a clean headshot. Suddenly, a faint sound comes from behind her and a knife is held at her throat.

A voice tells her to freeze and not to make a sound. She is trapped.

Then the voice orders her to place her hands above her head. When she places her rifle aside and does so, her wrists are quickly bound and then she is pushed forward roughly onto her stomach over a thick horizontal limb of the tree and her rifle is kicked away.

Her attacker is on her now, holding her head down by the hair while he cuts away the fabric of her fatigues. Dominoe is scared and excited all at once. She hears him breathing heavily above her. When she feels her backside exposed, her nipples harden.

Then she feels him, touching her, his hands roaming and fondling, and then the unmistakable sound of a zipper being opened. Dominoe feels a hard hand holding her down firmly against the tree and then the head of what she knows is a cock roaming the crevice of her quivering ass.

When she starts to open her mouth to protest, a hand is clamped tightly over her mouth, and then all at once, her attacker enters her from behind, filling her opening deep with one hard thrust.

Dominoe tries to scream but nothing comes out of her mouth as the attacker begins to ram into her with slow deliberate strokes. She tries to squirm away but she is impaled and held firm by her captor. As one hand holds her mouth shut tight, another grabs her hair and pulls her upward painfully, arching her back as the assault continues with increasing force. She cannot help but become aroused from the invasion of her tight slit, as her hips involuntarily begin to respond by thrusting back to meet his slapping hips.

His grunts are loud and his warm breath makes her tingle with a strange sensation. When his thrusts become more vigorous, his waist pounding furiously while his cock rolls in and out of her, Dominoe begins to shudder with the intense force of her first orgasm.

She feels her captor now responding in kind to her climax, as he picks up the pace, groaning louder now as he pumps away, oblivious to the surroundings. With animalistic intensity, Dominoe’s attacker now begins to heave and tense up as he spills his thick load deep inside her. His shuddering climax causes Dominoe to orgasm again and again, until the two are finally out of breath, hearts pounding and perfectly still as the jungle becomes quiet.

Then he pulls out and leaves her. When Dominoe turns, he is gone, like a phantom into the shadows of the brush. She licks her lips and closes her eyes, and sleep finally comes.

 
A Rumor of War

The next afternoon Dominoe met with the twelve Navy Seals and Captain Storm was right. They were not in the best of moods. Their demeanor was further inflamed when Captain Storm informed them that they would be taking orders from Dominoe. He then stepped out of the room to howls of protest.

All at once they began griping and complaining among themselves while Dominoe calmly looked over their files to gauge their abilities. Each had a nickname and a specialty. Black hole: munitions. Serpent: underwater combat. Devastation: weapons. Morphine: drugs and medicine. Shape Shifter: camouflage. Napalm: missiles. Phantasm: covert operations. Screamer: hand to hand combat. Darkness: night ops. Ghost: locks. Assassin: knives. Beast: all of the above.

Beast, a burly African-American with a shaved head, was the one complaining the loudest. “You’ve gotta be shittin’ me. We only take orders from our C.O., not from some secret agent bitch.”

“Okay, here’s where we take a moment so I can prove myself to all of you.” Dominoe said with a smile and turned her attention to Beast. “I take it you’ve had plenty of knife combat training? I had a week of it when I went through your program.”

“Fuck me!” Said Beast in disbelief. “You went through Seal training? I don’t believe it.”

Dominoe took her knife out of her sheath and flipped it to Beast, who caught it in midair.
“Not only will I take that knife away from you, but I’m going nick you three times with this one, and you won’t touch me once.”

Dominoe took another smaller knife from a sheath located at the small of her back. All at once the other eleven Seals began hooting and laughing as Beast looked at Dominoe with amusement. He chuckled and said. “That ain’t a fair fight. I’d cut you to shreds.”

“Care to place a wager on that?” Dominoe challenged.

More hollering and taunts from the others as Beast began to get increasingly agitated.
“All right, what’s the deal?”

“I win, and I don’t hear one more word about orders and who gives them.”

“And if I win…”

“You lead the mission.”

“Fucking A, that’s a bet.” Beast said enthusiastically as he spun the knife expertly in his palm. “All I gotta do is nick you once.”

“That’s the game.” Dominoe said as she stepped closer to Beast. “Are you ready?”

Beast did not answer; instead he lunged quickly at Dominoe, who deftly sidestepped his attack. As she moved away with one swift move, she poked Beast in the back of the biceps, drawing first blood.

“Fuck!” Beast exclaimed as he grabbed the back of his arm. The eleven Seals were in a frenzy now, all screaming for Beast to counter in the tight quarters as they made room for the two combatants.

Dominoe and Beast circled each other cautiously now. Then in a flash, the two parried with the blades of the knives, blocking and slashing with furious intensity. When they came to an impasse, Dominoe caught Beast on the wrist with a lighting fast flick of her blade. Beast growled like a wounded cat, and lunged again. This time he was on top of Dominoe like a bird of prey. They locked up with each other, their knives centimeters from each other faces. Beast could not fathom Dominoe’s strength as she held him at bay.
He had the advantage but she had the leverage. She then used a slippery move with her legs and hips and turned Beast downward by his wrists. He held on with all his might, but soon enough, the knife loosened in his grip as he moved to keep from having his arm broken. In one fraction of a second, which the eleven Seals would witness and talk about for hours on end, Dominoe caught the knife, released Beast, and nicked him once more.

Dominoe quickly stood away in a defensive stance, both knives in each hand while Beast grunted and staggered backwards. All at once the eleven Seals howled with cheers and jeers. Beast was defeated and he knew it. Although the others would never let him live it down, he could not help but have a newfound respect for the woman who stood across from him. She was not only beautiful, but she was deadly, and there was hardly a man among them that could resist those two qualities.

When Dominoe sheathed her knives, she extended her hand out to Beast. He gave her a crooked grin and took her hand. “Okay, you’re the boss.”

“All right, let’s go over the assignments. It’s very straight forward.”

The other Seals were still whooping it up when Beast shouted, “All right, everybody, shut the fuck up! She could kick every one of your asses so you better show some respect!”

Finally the Seals quieted down and they got down to the business at hand.

Dominoe gave Beast a grateful smile, and then began. “Here’s the location where the radar pinpointed the target. It’s only two hundred feet under the surface, so we’ll be taking your Sea Hogs down. This shouldn’t take more than an hour, but time is of the essence. We don’t know if the enemy has located the target or if they’re on the way.”

“So there’s a chance we may see some resistance?” Beast asked.

Dominoe shrugged her shoulders and asked. “Is that a problem?”

“Hell, no.” Beast said boastfully. “We’re ready. Right boys?”

All the Seals answered in the affirmative and with no fear.
 

Ground Zero

The stealth jet chopper, Black Thunder, skimmed over the surface of the Persian Gulf, gliding along under radar detection at over 300 miles per hour. In the cargo hold, Dominoe and the dozen Seals were making last minute checks and preparations of their equipment. When Dominoe received radio communication in her earpiece from the navigator, she gave the Seals a hand signal alerting them that they would be arriving at the drop point in one minute.

All twelve Seals took their place upon the dozen Sea Hogs placed in two rows of six. The underwater vehicles were mounted and ridden like motorcycles, with a pair of rotor blades underneath and fins on either side for maneuvering. Each was armed with four torpedoes.  The latest and greatest of Navy underwater warfare technology.

“Okay boys, lock and load.” Beast called into his communicator mouthpiece as the men powered up the vehicles and armed their torpedoes. Soon, the bay door of the huge chopper began to open and the sled like device holding the Sea Hogs began to lower at an angle. The Seals all put on their full masks with regulators, and Dominoe did the same as she climbed onto the back of Beast’s Sea Hog to ride with him.

A red light began flashing above the bay door and the countdown began. Five… four… three… two… one… A green light came on the Sea Hogs were released as close to the surface as possible. Dominoe held on tight as the vehicles splashed into the choppy water in pairs. Within seconds all were underwater and headed down to the target location.

The downed plane was found fairly quickly with onboard radar, which picked up the planes distress beacon. It was perfectly intact and sitting on the floor of the ocean as if it were meant to be there. The scenery was like a dreamscape, floating and surreal as all manner of sea life passed in front and around them. No matter how many times she had done this, Dominoe could never get used to diving at night.

The Seals brought their Sea Hogs down onto the soft floor around the plane, surrounding it in a circular pattern, and aiming their headlight beams at the aircraft to light the whole area up. Then, like an underwater ballet, the dozen Seals went about their assigned tasks, cutting into the plane with torches, and locating the dangerous cargo.

Although Dominoe knew none of the Quake missiles could be detonated without their computer chips, she was still nervous about the operation as the Seals moved each missile casing in pairs, loading and attaching each to a Sea Hog until all but one were accounted for. While the others began to surface one at a time, Dominoe and Beast moved the last missile out of the cargo hold.

Then all hell broke loose. A burst of communication spilled into Dominoe’s earpiece.
All the Seals were talking at once as red flares began to drop from above. Something was coming down behind them. As the area around the plane lit up and glowed from the flares, Dominoe saw what was coming: a virtual platoon of frogmen, at least a fifty.

From their black and gray camouflaged wet suits, Dominoe recognized them as Russian Navy. She thought, what the hell are they doing here?

As Dominoe and Beast moved quickly to secure the last missile casing to their Sea Hog, the rest of the Seals took it upon themselves to fire their torpedoes upon the onslaught of enemy frogmen. The orders were that if any resistance was encountered, the team was to evade as quickly as possible. The Seals decided that didn’t mean that they couldn’t take out a few of the aggressors along the way.

The battle was furious and intense, as grenades were fired from the frogmen in response to the fusillade of torpedoes. Within minutes, half of the Russian platoon was wiped out from the concussion blasts of the torpedoes, which were detonated from the Sea Hogs when they found their target.

The battle went on around Dominoe and Beast, and then half a dozen frogmen armed with knives suddenly surrounded the two. Dominoe took the first attacker out quickly, jamming her knife as hard as she could and penetrating the facemask, killing him quickly.

Meanwhile Beast was struggling with two at once. He ripped his knife through the regulator hose of one to get him off, and then turned his attention to the other. Beast turned the frogman over and over, disorienting him until he inserted his knife above his waist and ripped upwards with one quick motion to dispatch him. He then headed over to help Dominoe and get to the Sea Hog so they could get out of the battle.

By that time Dominoe had taken out another two frogmen. She turned to see Beast coming towards her and saw the sudden look of anguish when a spear suddenly impaled him through the side. Dominoe shouted at Beast and began to swim toward him as his body slowly dropped to the floor of the ocean, and she was oblivious to the frogman coming from behind.

Dominoe felt a stunning blow to the back of her head and then slowly everything began to turn gray.

TO BE CONTINUED