On the way back…

Calvo's leg was a dull ache, and his head was bowed as he trudged onwards through the murky darkness. He stumbled with weariness and cold and was rewarded with a low powered jab of the painstick being held by the clone twin behind him. Raising his head he peered through the fading light at the guards before him. The brunette stood out ahead in her white uniform as she talked quietly to the captain and lieutenant. The oriental - Dragon as Calvo had dubbed her - moved slowly onward off to Calvo's right, shivering as the temperature dropped.

It seemed an age to Calvo before the red haired Captain finally called a halt and he was able to rest, falling to his knees, hunching for warmth in the near freezing temperatures of the descending night.

Calvo watched as Dragon quickly constructed a thermo-tent, before he was allowed to crawl inside, followed by the guardwomen. The women disrobed, allowing Calvo brief glimpses of tantalising flesh in the low light filtering through the flap. Sealing the door and spreading their clothes and a light blanket over themselves the guardwomen clustered together, Calvo left on his own slightly to one side.

The small tent was constructed of materials designed to trap warmth, which meant that the air quickly warmed from the combined body heat. Calvo's eyes adjusted to the darkness and he found himself inches away from the attractive brunette overseer; the tops of her breasts were tantalisingly revealed above the edge of the blanket, drawing his eyes as his cock hardened.

“Keep your eyes off me” the brunette growled raising the painstick into his vision and Calvo quickly snapped his attention away. His mind was filled with visions of beautiful, naked guardwomen as he fell into unconsciousness.

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Calvo was woken several times throughout the night as the guards shifted positions, maintaining watch on him, he guessed. By morning Calvo found Dragon lying in front of him, the blanket resting lightly atop her frame, eyes open, studying him. The other guards began to stir, quickly dressing before the tent flap was opened and they began to file out, leaving only Calvo and the still naked Dragon.

Dragon stood, crouching over in the low tent allowing the blanket to slide to the floor. Her nipples, hardening in the cold air entering the tent, stood out from her small round breasts as she slowly pulled the bottom of her bathing suit on. Calvos cock strained painfully against his prison fatigues as she replaced her top, before she lifted the blanket and left the tent.

Calvo wasn’t left alone for long before the clone guard pulled him into the weak early morning light: he was left blinking as his eyes adjusted. Dragon was once again working on the tent, packing it into its compact bag, which she then slung over her back. She glanced at Clavo as she did, and saw him watching her.

The guards breakfasted quickly. Calvo was given a drink of water from a canteen and a meagre meal of emergency rations before once again the guards got him moving; the pain of his leg had calmed somewhat during the night, the gel doing its work of knitting the torn muscle and tissue.

Dragon was his driver this morning, walking behind him with the painstick trained upon his back. The other guards took up positions around him to prevent a break for freedom as they set off through the jungle.