Everyone having sex is at least 18. This is a work of fiction. I made it all up. This story more so than most of my writing is proof that I write fiction. That means that no, I am not in the Army, I don't live in Canada, I have never been on a dog sled, and this story will most likely never happen. It is a heck of a story, so check reality at the door and enjoy it for what it is.
Warning: this is a self-edited story. I do use Grammarly to help reduce my ability to murder the English language. Special thanks to goducks1 for his help.
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Chapter 18 - Washington D.C.
I wake up in a hospital with my family, Barry, George from Alaska, and Nakita, who's handcuffed to the bed next to me. Kim and Mary are sad, probably from crying. Yet I can see the anger welling deep within. A nurse is with us, she has only two patients. On my bed is Rocky. On Nakita's bed is Shorty.
On seeing the anger in Kim, the guilt hits me. She knows. My eyes start to tear up, my heart starts beating hard which distresses the nurse. She is alarmed at my condition and doesn't know why.
My feeble excuse to Kim and Mary, "I'm sorry Kim." I can't look them in the eyes.
The anger comes to the forefront, she pounds her fists on my chest, and she cries while wailing, "Why? Why? Why?"
Nakita doesn't help by saying, "Oh my he's good, he sure knows how to fuck a woman."
Kim would have killed Nakita had Barry, and George not stopped her. Kim is a blubbering mess on the floor. She is crying, wailing, and she is breaking my heart. I feel horrible. I knew this was going to suck and that she was going to react poorly. I didn't expect such a strong reaction.
Nakita continues, "Would you rather be identifying a dead body right now? Had he not screwed me, I would have killed him. He means nothing to me, he's just a cute boy."
That bit of reality startles Kim. She may hate me now, but she doesn't want me dead. She wants to kill me herself.
Nakita can't keep quiet, "He tried to resist me. He worked hard. He gave me some lame excuse that he was married. However, my men were vulgar, illiterate, thugs. No romance, no manners, no decency like your man has. I had to threaten his life before he would touch me. Then the idiot thought that by just eating me, he would satisfy me.
"None of my men bath regularly, they think women exist to please men, in short, they are pigs. I would say I was sorry, but after five years of those degenerates glaring and flirting with me, I was a powder keg. Then your hunk of a stud shows up, and I instantly soak my panties. I had to have him.
"When he did fuck me, he wasn't soft and gentle like he was with you. He gave me a few strokes of that just so I would know. Then he took it away and pounded the hell out of me. The doctors couldn't understand why my pussy and ass were so red and sore, he fucked me very hard. I can't sit on the toilet, and it hurts like hell to walk. I won't use panties for a month. That is one hell of a man you have there. His cock is awesome as well."
Kim's anger has vanished, only the tears remain. Mary is sitting by herself, crying, and trying to be invisible.
I call out to Kim and Mary, "Can I get a hug? I missed you two very much."
Mary springs to her feet and rushes me. Kim is slow and lethargic.
As Kim cries, she says, "I thought I lost you. We lost your tracking in the castle from their jamming. Then I hear that you're injured and resisting treatment so you could continue to help even though half an army is around you."
I comment, "It was only two units of Seals."
Mary spoke for the first time, "We saw some video of what they do. That's a fucking army that's compacted into a can of whoop ass, ready to be unleashed on the next idiot."
I won't deny her observation. Those Seals made my life relatively easy. They did all the hard work with keeping the men from catching up to us and then evacuating us without my help. That is twice now that I have not finished a mission.
Barry knows me too well. He can see the sadness in my eyes.
Barry fills me in on things, "With you and Nakita injured, it was decided that it wasn't worth the risk by bringing you home by helicopter transfer. They decided to wait a day and let the sub stay safe and deep, while they brought you to port. Your dogs were happy to leave the sub, they defecated on it as they were being hoisted out. Intentionally. It will be a cold day in hell before a dog sets foot on a sub again."
Everyone laughs at that.
Barry continues for my benefit, "They kept you sleeping to help you avoid pain and so you would stay in bed. Nakita says she doesn't like you, but she was very protective of you, especially on the sub. Your family did a lot more shopping here in Washington while you were on the way home. The President sends his thanks for getting his daughter home safe. They are home in New York. It seems she has quite the tale to tell."
Not to be outdone, George hands me a box.
George prompts me, "Go ahead and open it. It's from the guys back home."
I open the box and inside is an "arrow." This isn't your standard arrow though. Someone has welded several of my .50 caliber empty shells together. A handmade metal arrowhead is on the tip, and the opposite end has arrow feathers glued on. On one side they replace my middle name with "Robin Hood," and the opposite side says, "World's most accurate marksman."
