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“Cold as Hell Miss,” he whispered back, holding her gaze. Morgan smiled brightly, “Me too, better avoid the water.” She patted his chest before turning away from him, continuing up the hill. Her guards followed behind her and soon they were out of sight. Once they were clear, the soldiers let out an exasperated breath. “Jesus Christ that was fucking close,” Big Breast said Frank, putting away his hidden pistol. Jack felt his heart racing, his mouth was painfully dry. She recognized him, she looked him right in the eyes and called him by his full name. Seeing her soft features, the full lips and wild curly hair, his memory didn't do her justice. He hadn't remembered the freckles she had BDSM that matched his, the small dimple on her left cheek or how tight and voluptuous her body was. He couldn't believe she was captured at all, let alone here. The absolute worst place she could possibly be. Turning his mic back on, Jack continued to lead the group toward the pond. “Dispatch I need you to run a search on a captured slave.” They had stashed their gear in the area because it was normally secluded. He never thought she would be out here, now that he knew she was so close he had to act. “Copy that. Name or description.” “Name is unknown. Female under 30, multiracial and a UPP combat soldier. I think I saw her at the Gable Training Camp last year, maybe check the roster,” Jack said, walking up to the bush that held their gear. “Stand by.” Jack pulled out several heavy bags and began dispersing weapons and supplies to everyone. He had planned to set Bondage up camp for the night and attempt their mission at dawn. They came back to the compound to rescue three Big Boobs junior soldiers destined for death. They were kidnapped while gathering crops; a bunch of kids that have never even seen combat, they were still in training and just happened to be in uniform. He had no doubt they would be tortured and murdered if he didn't intervene. “Jack I have three names, Patricia Ward, Morgan O'Bryan and Jessica Torres. There aren't many active female soldiers right now, let alone any that participate in the camps.” Jack thought back, he remembered she was not a huge fan of alcohol which was funny because of her last name. “Run Morgan O'Bryan.” “Copy that.” Frank handed Jack the bag of weapons they had brought. He had come prepared for these fucks this time. With no shortage of weaponry and a thorough idea of the Center’s layout, he was confident they would be successful. “Morgan O'Bryan is a Class 1 domination Dove Soldier. She has Level 1 clearance and is licensed in all Level 1 weapons. She has several Do Not Disturb orders out. Do not interfere with her Jack. Did you hear me? Do not interfere with her.” “What?! She's a Dove? How could she possibly have DND orders, she's enslaved. As she probed her depths, the Big Breast counter stroke would reveal the glistening gel of her drooling cunt, and as she played into the repetition, she earned the reward of even more. “Such a naughty little sister!” he groaned, squeezing my tits. He pressed his hips against Tori's backside, and she felt his rising cock against her domination firm ass, then he whispered in her ear. She pushed aside these thoughts from her mind and said "we both are very grateful to you for joining us." Power flowed Bondage through the room. Any resistance let go and my cock slipped all the way up into her. She then climbed on top and rode it until I came again. She told me to lay back and to place each foot into a stirrup so I did so. I thought if she saw how we wake you up in the morning she'd learn a Big Boobs thing or two, and it would make her training go faster." I bet he would jerk off to it. “Sure, and I was, before I was fucked,” Mitzy explained patiently, “And no guy ever spunked in me, well not in my puss, lest his condi busted that is.” I turned to BDSM the side to allow them in. Carole followed the Trainer into the living room. I g-go by Bir-..."