No satisfaction... tonight.

Mark leaned in and grabbed her head roughly with both hands, planting a violent kiss on her lips. Her arms shook in the grip of the restraints as she strained against them, fighting either to thrust him away or maybe pull him closer. Jizz dripped down her thigh. Finally Mark stepped back.

He unlocked her bad arm first and used it for leverage as he released her from the rest of the restraints and led her back. She didn't touch herself as they went, her body now more under her own control. Mark wasn't surprised; she was a tough woman. He had the bruises to prove it. He left her in the stockade and headed to his cot for a night's sleep.

In the morning, he reported for duty. Lieutenant Danson grimaced when he saw Mark. "What are you doin' here, Sergeant? Your team is out of rotation for today. Hell, they're all on med leave for the next three days. You seem to be fit, but you ain't goin' out without someone to watch your back."

"I'm fit, El-Tee, and I can take orders. Is anyone short-handed? I can fill out a team, or give 'em an extra man. I just don't wanna be useless." The lieutenant laughed. "You're on, son. Fill out Marotti's unit. Maxson's out with a fever."

Mark grabbed his gear and jogged over to Sgt. Marotti. The fellow officer was glad to have him. "Hey, Sarge. Maxson's out; can I put you in with Chavez?" Mark nodded, and they headed off on foot for the line.