Date: Thu, 27 Feb 2014 21:43:49 -0500
From: sasha steele <sashadankasteele@gmail.com>
Subject: MANAZON part two

    MANAZON (part two)

    by Sasha Steele


    Dalton raised his riffle to once again bash Bolt in the head with it,
but Tider stopped him.

    "I said I wanted him alive you idiot," Tider shouted. "Bring them both
in here."

    A bloody gash on the back of Bolt's head was clearly visible through
his short cropped black hair.  The wallop he had received with the blunt
end of Dalton's riffle had succeeded only to piss Bolt off.  Dalton would
pay for that. They shoved Coral into a chair in Tider's tent and tied Bolt
to its center post. Bolt knew they'd work him over for information and when
that didn't pan out they'd use Coral for leverage.

    He didn't want the Doc hurt but so far was batting a thousand on saving
people. He'd have to change things up. He weighed the odds and didn't think
they were too bad.

    "Why?" Coral pleaded of Tider.

    "Maybe you should ask Colonel Bolt that, my dear."

    "Colonel Bolt?"

    "Of your country's secret service I believe."

    "Tider works for the Nazis," Bolt told her flatly.

    "Shall we begin," Tider said. "I will of course discover everything you
know. The only choice is weather your death will be a particularly painful
one or a simple bullet to the head."

    Coral started to cry again.

    Bolt looked Tider in the eye and said, "go fuck yourself."

    Tider laughed. "A hard case, our Colonel Bolt. Perhaps we should start
with the dear doctor."

    He grabbed hold of Coral's blouse and ripped it nearly completely off
her. Coral screamed, tried to grab his hand. For that she received a pistol
whipping, stunning her to near unconsciousness. At the same time Bolt got
the butt end of Dalton's riffle. The blow so hard it would have broken a
lesser man's jaw.

    Coral lay slumped in the chair moaning incoherently. Tider signaled the
third man in the tent over and ordered him to remove the rest of the
doctor's clothing. The man used a knife to cut away what remained of her
blouse. He cut and ripped off her frumpy khakis. Clad in nothing but her
field boots, white panties and a brassier, Coral was pulled to her feet and
then bound to a tent cross bar with her hands above her head.

     In his haste to relieve the doctor of her clothing her raper hadn't
noticed the suspicious bulge in the crotch of Coral's panties. But Tider
did and, as Bolt shook off his grogginess, he saw it too. It was no small
bulge. And so it was all too obvious that Doctor Coral Reese was not woman
at all but just an ordinary looking man dressed as a woman. In fact, the
only concession to femininity of Coral's slightly overweight body, beyond
the obvious such as women's clothing, makeup and her shoulder length blond
hair, was that her lily-white skin was smooth and completely hairless, as
too was her face.

   Tider laughed hardily. "It seems, my dear Colonel Bolt, the good doctor
has deceived both of us.  Shall we do it the hard way then."

    He nodded to Dalton who set his riffle aside, took off his gun and
knife belt and proceeded to put on a pair of heavy leather gloves. That was
the fourth mistake; the others being that Tider had holstered his side arm
and turned his back while the third man who had stripped Doctor Reese had
not as yet retrieved his riffle left at the doorway. It was all Bolt
needed.

    Coral had come around, and realizing her predicament began to cry.

     "I'm going to enjoy this," was what Dalton started to say but never
finished.

    With a loud crack the center pole Bolt was tied to snapped and the
heavy canvas tent came crashing down on all of them. Bolt was as powerful
as he looked. There was a moment of confusion for all but Bolt who quickly
snatched Dalton's gun belt and retrieved the knife from it. He freed
Coral's bound hands and cut them an escape hole through the canvas. They
made the jungle on the run and managed to slip into darkness unscathed.

    "What do we do now?" Coral bawled. "There's nowhere to go."

    "We need to make distance as quickly as possible."

    "To where?"

    "Quickly and as quietly as possible. Don't talk anymore. Just follow me
and try to keep up."

    "How can you see in the dark?"

    Bolt was a highly trained operative and was no fool. When things
started going down he'd made contingencies. He had sneaked out of camp,
stole supplies and weapons and stashed them along a trail only he could
find, especially in the dark. Bolt knew they would just pepper the jungle
with bullets and if they did come looking for them, which he doubted, it
wouldn't be till the morning light.

    Bolt found the trail he'd marked and followed it to the stash of
confiscated supplies. Then they continued on down the obscure trail until
he figured it was safe enough to bed down for the night.  Coral's fright
had given way to pure exhaustion. So as soon as they stopped she collapsed
to the ground.

    "Get up," Bolt said. He pulled Coral to her feet. "Help me set up the
tent.

    He had a small one-man tent. Not much bedding.

    "We'll have to share," Bolt said.

    Coral knew it was necessary for them to share the tent for survival
sake. The jungle at night is after all full of all sorts of dangers. They
couldn't carry on beyond the trail Bolt had marked and couldn't lay down
exposed to the elements. She helped him set it up. Bolt stripped to his
underpants. Then they crawled inside and lay down back to back on the
meager bedding.

    And so for the first time in his life Bolt laid down with a man in
women's undergarments. A man who was no doubt gay. But what troubled Bolt
was how he felt about it. He had become attracted to Coral.  And now, even
though he knew that she was a he, Bolt couldn't fathom why he still had
feelings for her. And it was not just platonic feelings. Bolt had an
erection. Christ, I'm falling for a guy, he thought.

    Coral was deep in her own thoughts. She had fallen in love with Bolt.
He was after all the man of her dreams. She thought that her exposure as a
man would have revolted Bolt.  Yet here he was the knight in shinning
armour who had come to rescue her. And they were so close they were
touching. Coral could feel the heat of his magnificent body. Feel the rise
and fall of his manly chest as he breathed. She wanted to roll over into
Bolt's powerful arms. Wanted to kiss him. To press the hardness her
throbbing cock into him. God she wanted to fuck him.

    Coral's white panties were wet where the tip of her throbbing member
tented them outwards. She chanced taking hold of her hard cock.

    Bolt heard Coral whimper.

    "You okay?" He asked.

    "I can't sleep," she said.

    "Me neither."

    "Want to talk?" Coral asked.

    "Sure. You first."

   "I thought you might hate me now that you know I'm...I'm."

    Coral had lived as a woman for so long she couldn't even say she was a
man.

    "Please don't hate me."

    There was a long awkward silence and Coral wished she hadn't pointed
out that Bolt was in fact laying there with a gay man. What a stupid thing
to say to a straight guy, Coral thought. He probably does hate me.

    Then Bolt broke the silence. "I don't hate you Coral." He turned to
her. "I think I'm in love with you."

    "Oh Bolt," Coral whispered as she rolled over into his arms. Their lips
met. They kissed passionately.  They pressed their hardness one against the
other and undulated their hips in rhythm to their breathing as it escalated
along with their arousal. Bolt's hand found her crotch and he pressed down
on Coral's raging hardon causing her to shuddered.

     "Oh please," Coral whimpered, "please."

    Bolt threw a leg over and knelt straddling Coral's legs. He leaned down
on to her and kissed her desperate lips. He slipped a hand under her
brazier and felt the hard nipple on soft flesh. Moved his body lower. Coral
raised her hips pressing her stiff pantied cock against Bolt's bare chest.
She pressed down on his wide shoulders wantonly in an attempt to bring his
face to her cock. He moved further down, kissed her soft stomach.

    "Oh god please," Coral moaned, "please."

    Then Bolt's lips found Coral's rock hard cock. He kissed along its
thick shaft to the wet spot in her panties at its tip. Took it in his mouth
causing Coral to tilt her head backward and moan loudly through her open
mouth. Coral Grabbed the back of Bolts head and undulated her hips as if
attempting to fuck his mouth through her panties.

     Bolt stopped and looked up into Coral's face. It was dark but he could
see well enough that, though not strikingly beautiful, without her glasses
Coral had a womanly enough face though she was no woman. And even if he
never before had a cock in mouth, Bolt wanted Coral's now. He withdrew it
though the leg hole of her panties, took it full into his mouth and Coral
went wild.

     It wasn't that Bolt was a natural born cock sucker, though we all are,
that he pleased Coral the way he did. It was like Coral used Bolt's mouth
to please herself. She took hold his head and never let go as she fucked
him like she had never fucked anybody before. And Bolt didn't mind one
bit. In fact he loved having his mouth fucked Coral.

    Coral heaved her hips mercilessly plunging all nine inches of her
burning cock into his throat and Bolt didn't even gag. Not that Coral knew
or cared at that particular moment as she was lost in ecstasy. Coral had
not fucked a man in long time.

    When Coral came it was with a force that rocked Bolt's head back. But
he held and drank all that Coral had to offer. To Bolt's surprise he liked
the taste of Coral's cum. And so he sucked her dry and licked her cock
clean. Then it was Bolt's turn.

    "I want you to fuck me Bolt," Coral whispered when her passion had
finally abated.

    Bolt knelt up and took Coral's panties full off. The front of his own
underpants were soaked with precum.  Coral rolled over onto her knees, ass
raised, offering herself to Bolt. He spread Coral's ass cheeks. She could
feel his hot breath on her backside. Coral's ass smelled sweet, earthy, a
smell like none other.  Bolt kissed Coral's ass cheeks. Then ran his tongue
up her crack, which caused Coral to shudder. And she moaned as his tongue
entered her hole.

    Bolt ate Coral's ass savoring the taste of it until his cock could wait
no more. He released it and drove hard into her on the first thrust. Coral
wreathed and moaned as Bolt fucked her. She had forgotten how wonderful
that too felt. And how more wonderful it was when Bolt filled her with his
hot cum.

    Their passion temporarily slackened, they lay in each others arms
talking.

     "What are we going to do?" Coral asked.

     "We're going after them."

     "You don't mean that."

    "If there is gold out there, I can't let it fall into Nazi hands.
Besides, you still want to find out about the Manazon don't you?"

    "You really think we can stop them?"

    "Sure," Bolt said. "I think we can do anything."

    He put his hand on Coral's cock. It was hard again.


    End of part two