Captured by Amazons

Your name is Crispin Swift. You've led some of the most highly trained men into some of the most dangerous situations on the face of the earth. You are a Navy Seal. You enlisted right out of college with high marks and made Captain with ease. After that you took a Seal contract and thirty-six months later you graduated.

You're only twenty six. For five years you've been a Seal and seen some of the worst combat there is. Your mission, is simple. Find a man nicknamed 'The Devil of the South' and eliminate him, plain and simple.

For three weeks you've tracked this man through the jungle with your squad. They leave so much evidence that they've made camp in an area or been through a place that it's almost too easy. You're on guard...none of you want to die in the middle of this shit-hole.

Slipping down the edge of the hill silently you kneal behind a large, rain soaked rock. Peeping out you spot your target. He's heading down the river with his guide. You position your rifle for a steady shot, waiting for the wind to die down. As your team readies their weapons an arrow strikes one of the men in the back who cries out.

You hear a noise, above you. Crim cries 'ambush' and turns to fire on the women carrying guns. Whilst they fend them off you take aim. "I got ya now, Bitch..." You squeeze the trigger as someone smashes the butt of a gun into the back of your head...

Coming to you find you've been stripped of your equipment. What's more, you're only wearing your combat boots and your BDU. Leaning up you find your hands tied in front of you at about your wrist. "Captain..." You look over at Crim, he looks like he's really been worked over.

You crawl towards man, not trusting your legs. When you draw near you smile. "Good to see you alive, Crim. Damn good." He nods and groans as he shifts his weight. "Damn...they really busted you up, huh?"

"Yeah..."

"Hey...where's Richie and Tank?" He sighes and shakes his head. "Any idea where we are?"

"Some...city." The doors open and a pair of soldiers enter the room. You stand and face them.

"We are soldiers of the United States Navy. You can't **** us, it's forbidden." They approach and one smashes a baton into the side of your knee. You grit your teeth and damn near bite your tongue off when one knees you in the face.

You fall back and groan. They start beating on you and it's all you can do to ward off their blows from your head. "Hey! Why don't you fight me, Cunts?! Huh?!"

"Shut-up, Crim!"

"Enough!" The blows stop and you look at the figure standing in the doorway. "Leave! Now!" The pair of women leave, laughing over what has just happened. She approaches and you stand, with some effort to meet her. "Who are you?" You spit on her boots.

"Name, rank and serial number...that's all you'll get from me, Bitch." She sighs and back hands you. As you make a move toward her she draws a gun and points it at you. You smash it away and she steps back pointing it at your head. "You ain't got the balls, Lady."

She points the gun at Crim and shoots him in the leg. "Agh!"

"You fuckin' cunt!" She points it at his head and you take a step back.

"I see...you don't care about your life but you value the lives of your men. Oh, I'm sorry, MAN." An anger unlike any you've experienced courses through you. This bitch was threatening your team-mate...you were gonna kill her if it was the last thing you did.

"Now...what are you doing here?"

"We were--"

"Don't tell her a fuckin' thing!"

"Shut-up!" She looks at him then you. "As I said, we were just out on a hike." She sighes and shoots Crim again in the shoulder. He cries out before slumping to the ground.

"You think I care about him? Or you?"

You look over at Crim and he smirks before she puts a bullet between his eyes. You rush over to him and kneel down. "Crim..." Removing his bandana you stand. "Before this is over...I'm gonna kill you, Bitch." She grasps you by the hair of your head and leads you out the door to a room where you're strapped to a chair.

For several hours you're tortured by her and several other women, you never cry out, you don't tell 'em a fuckin' thing. You're returned to the same room where Crim was murdered only to find his body gone...they didn't even clean up the blood. You roll onto your back and groan.

Sleep come's late into the...morning or whatever. You're awakened by the doors to the cell opening. You're on your feet the next moment as a woman in a white researchers coat enters with two soldiers. Both weilding those batons. "So, you are the male that refuses to talk." You spit on her heels.

"Get fucked. I ain't got nothin' to say to you." She circles you slowly, grabbing the bandana from your back pocket. You wheel around. "Give that back!" The soldiers **** you to your knees with a few strikes.

"That other man had this." She looks at the bandana, it's a picture of a single red-rose that when worn correctly will appear on the top of the persons head with the stem heading down the back. It was Crim's favorite and he never wore any other kind. "You took it from his body?"

"Crim...he was like a brother to me. Let me put it on, Lady."

"You're a strong man. Ten hours of **** and you're still standing...I'm told you didn't make a sound. You're just the type of person we need."

"For what reason would I help you?"

"I can get you out of here, of course." You mull it over...freedom. Crim wouldn't do it...unless you did of course.

"Alright...I'll do whatever you need me to do...on one condition."

"What is it?"

"The woman who shot Crim...the man who had that bandana. I want her."

"You want her?"

"Don't get it twisted...I don't find scum like her attractive. But I want her to be my ****. My underling. Nothing will **** her worse then that." She laughs and agrees as you stand up.

"Very will...you may have that woman as your ****. Do with her as you see fit."

"Now...who do you need me to kill...?"