Male, Human, Well-hung

Unsurprisingly, Joanna’s brashness in charging out into the clearing headfirst came back to bite her in her lovely ass more or less instantaneously as she got to hear the unmistakable noise of weapon being readied behind her.

“Drop the cannon and stick ‘em up. Try any funny business and I’m your huckleberry.”

The voice was definitely male, and it spoke English, even if the dialect was hopelessly archaic to the point where Joanna trouble understanding it.

Still, she dropped her carbine onto the ground and placed her hands against the back of her head, waiting with her heart racing for what was to come next. Most likely she wouldn’t get shot, since if that was what the man holding her at his mercy was planning to do he would have done so by now, rather than disarm her.

“Good call, sweetheart,” the voice applauded Joanna’s decision to drop her weapon, “now skimmy over to the side and keep your hands on your noggin.”
Again Joanna obeyed the voice and stepped away from her weapon until it was well out of her reach. At this point, she’d have to throw herself at it first if she wanted to get off a shot.

“Right, I’m finding it peculiar that you’d be parading round the jungle in nothing but your birthday suit, but Bob’s your uncle and we both know you ain’t going to give anything more than your name, rank and serial number, so spill!”

The voice remained faceless for now, and Joanna was not going to swing round to face the man before he told her so, even if she found herself fantasising about how he would look.

“Joanna Green, Sergeant in the Interstellar Marine Corps, 3762-5098-2722-1482,” Joanna surrendered the information that the man had asked for.

“The Interstellar whatnow?” the man asked in an incredulous tone of voice, “Talk about a twenty-dollar name for a military unit! Are there any other marines or haven’t you had the time to recruit anyone in the ten seconds since you made it up?”

“It’s true!” Joanna maintained, her voice sounding more like that of a schoolgirl than an experienced soldier.

“Yeah, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, I’m sure of it… Why lie about who you’re fighting for, we both know you’re one of Duffy’s little toy soldiers.”

“Duffy?” Joanna made no attempt to hide her confusion, which seemed to make the man hesitate for the first time.

“That name doesn’t ring any bell?” The man finally asked, his voice sounding thinner.

“No! I don’t know any Duffys and I don’t know where I am!” Joanna claimed, hoping that the truthfulness of what she was saying would come across in the intensity with which she was saying it.

“Then why you dumped your uniform?” The man asked, although he was sounding less and less like he was performing an interrogation.

“I didn’t have one, and I like to go around naked anyway.”

“…Right.”

“Look,” the man went on, “I gonna go out on a limb here and think that you’re telling me the truth, so turn around.”

When Joanna did so, she got to see that her latest captor was a tall blonde man with a pretty muscular build and dark-tanned skin. He was dressed in khaki pants and a sleeveless white t-shirt and was wearing combat webbing which was propped full with ammo and canteens.

The weapon which he was holding, though it was now pointing straight up into the air rather than at Joanna, was a short rifle which consisted of stainless steel and finished wood, making it unlike the composite materials of the firearms that Joanna was used to, with a pump-action under its barrel.

Slung over his back next to his backpack was another, longer rifle which was also made from steel and wood.

If the man was giving of a military air, it was partly ruined by the multi-coloured shirt with a floral pattern that he was also wearing.

Disregarding his gaudy shirt, the man had a face which was ruggedly handsome as far as Joanna was concerned, and there was a tent in the front of his pants which made her hope that he would be able to fill her up almost as nicely as her Master had.

Too busy with staring lustfully at the man in front of her to reflect upon the fact that she no longer felt the same sort of devotion to her Master as she had been programmed to do, Joanna broke into a naughty smile when she noticed the way in which her staring made the man gulp and lick his lips.