No, it's not Kelly

Joanna involuntarily released a short gust of air, and then spun round, holding her stun-gun out in front of her and being ready to fire if the movement that she had heard turned out to be originating from a hostile.

Her face contorted in a grimace that was half rage and half fear, her jaw having dropped back and her white teeth being clamped together, Joanna sucked air into her nose when she realized that there was no one to be seen.

"Kelly," Joanna whispered into her helmet's intercom, but there was nothing to be heard bar an unusual amount of white noise.

Now Joanna was really beginning to loose her balance. Kelly was a bit of a fuck-up, the sergeant thought so now and had always held that view during the period which Kelly had spent as a soldier in her squad, but even Kelly knew enough to respond when her squad commander called on her. And Joanna had sure as hell taught the scatterbrained blonde never to cock up something as essential as the tight formation of the combat-pairs.

Maybe it was the white noise, blocking her radio?

"Kelly," Joanna said again, this time uttering the woman's name with a loud and clear voice, her eyes still scanning her murky surroundings for any signs of movement.

"I'm afraid that Kelly can't answer you right now," a dark, decidedly male voice was suddenly heard.

Despite the fact that it scared her shitless, Joanna couldn't bring herself to consider the voice to be particularly threatening, it actually sounded genuinely sorry and embarrassed when it added "I had to knock her out for a bit."

"Good, now I know for sure that you're a hostile!" Joanna snarled out, and squeezed the trigger of her stun-gun, the fact that she was firing blindly into the shadows betraying the false bravado that laid behind her behaviour.

One problem with the stun-guns were the fact that directly after a discharge the weapon was unusable for a few seconds as it was recharged from its power-pack. While that was happening, Joanna became aware of the fact that a shadowy figure was suddenly coming towards it, the speed with which it moved being in conflict with the minuscule amount of noise that it was producing.

Raising one of her arms while attempting to turn to face the rapidly approaching figure, Joanna had barely any time in which to carry out her movement before the shape was upon her, large fingers suddenly being clasped around her right arm, twisting it so that she had to let go off her weapon, while the figure used its superior bulk and strength to drive Joanna before it so that the two of them came tumbling up against the wall behind her.

Joanna tried to move, but two strong hands had her arms in a vice, and what felt like a steel-bar was pinning her right thigh against the wall, the bar's nature was unknown to her but she suspected that it was a led-pipe of similar crude weapon which the figure had tucked into a belt.

"Stop resisting," the manly voice was soft but determined, it's point of origin now being less than a few inches from Joanna's right ear, "I don't want to hurt you".

The man's command caused Joanna to go limp, and the effect that the voice had on her reminded her of Boss Johnson and the other men, even if this time it was less intrusive, causing her to experience a warm, almost arousing sensation when she complied to it.

"Thank you," the voice told Joanna, and then she felt the grip of her arms loosen.

The manly figure stepped back, and now Joanna could see that it was a man, like the voice had implied, and that the man's skin was so dark that "black" was a justified description of its colour, and not just an arbitrary euphemism for various shades of brown. The whites of his eyes contrasted with the dull, rich brown of his facial skin as they sat on each side of his wide nose, his lips a lighter shade of brown and his chin looking as if it was chiselled from granite rather than randomly shaped bone. All in all, it struck Joanna as a handsome, and the oddity of the fact that she had just judged it as such struck her a few seconds later.

As tall as Boss Johnson and his men, this man was dressed in a similar red overall, although this one had had its arms torn off, leaving the man's thick arms bare, with a blue piece of cloth being tied around his left biceps. The overall was left more or less unzipped, a weighty belt around his waist seemingly to serve a secondary purpose of keeping the garment in place, and this allowed Joanna to see plenty of the man's bulging pecks and rock-hard abs.

It was to the accompaniment of a nervous gulp and a mounting sense of moistness between her legs that Joanna realized that the "iron bar" which had been her leg was in fact the man's cock, the outline of which could be seen through the overall as the massive organ reached down the inside of his right thigh.

"What the fuck is going on here?" Joanna asked him, finding herself using a tone of voice much softer and sweeter than she had intended to.