Secret Mission II

<Read first Secret Mission I>

Jenkins was captured within enemy theritory. The rebels didn't look like a poor herd of inexperienced partisants. They were equipped with advanced guns, definitely well trained, muscular and for sure risk life for their country.

A group of enemy soldiers surrounded him. There was no chance to escape. The enemy appeared in great numbers. Jenkins could try to beat one or two enemies, but four strong, well-equipped men were beyond the skills of any soldier. Nec Herculec contra plures. Jenkins hoped the enemy feel overconfident giving him a chance to escape. Not this time. All of the rebels didn’t underestimate him. They held him at gunpoint all the time and handcuffed his wrists. The lieutenant was reluctant but couldn't do anything. He only tensed his body and roared.

"Shut up. You’ll have a chance to prove how tough you are."

After they overpowered him and forced him to kneel rebel soldiers had a while to get excited. You don't capture an enemy top warrior every day. Moreover, he belongs to a hated foreign entity of a hated country that interferes in the internal affairs of the republic.

"What a nice surprise. It is a perfect gift at the end of the patrol. Where are the others?"

"Fuck off!", shouted Jenkins.

"Tough one. No worries, we have the means to make you talk. Take him, boys."

Private Jenkins crossed his fingers.  Although he knew he was in a dire situation, he didn’t lose hope. "I’m in a deep shit! But maybe I’ll be rescued… No, I’ll rescue myself and complete the mission! You will make a mistake and I'll strike back. Yes, take me to your boss" he thought. The leader of the group was unsure what to do.

"I must get in touch with the command. Keep an eye on him, boys. Gaskin may have plans for him."

Others had different ideas, less distant and more clear. One of the soldiers especially wanted to confront Jenkins immediately. "He was particularly aggressive and took pleasure in capturing the enemy. He openly displayed hatred and a desire for revenge against the soldier."

"Victory is ours. Soon your troops will be defeated. Let’s show this bastard how we treat men who dare to fight us. We don't need to wait. Pick him up and tie him up to this tree. I want to beat the shit out of him. 

One of the rebels tore apart Jenkins’ tank top and took his dog tag. "You don’t need it anymore."

Jenkins couldn’t believe it. One of the best commandos caputred so eaisly. And now they are going to torturę him.

They started punching his chest. Hard. Jenkins played to be cool. 

"Uhh, is that all you can do?" 

"Shut up and suffer!" replied the enemy leader, and hit him again.

All enemies were strong and trained. Their punches were given hard, but Jenkins was tough as well. 

"What do you do here? Where are the others?", they questioned the victim.

The beating didn't stop.

"I’m… Ugh… enjoing… Grrr… the… Uhhh… nature… Can he stop… Uhhh… hittig me… Aghhh… while I’m speaking?"

The most aggressive and the most talented in punching guy laughed.

"Ha ha ha. We don’t need your confession. It's a waste of time. Just suffer before we finish you!"

The forest absorbed the sounds of blows and the groans of the victim. Countless hits became hard to take. Four men punched the soldier in rounds using all their force. Jenkins groaned and moaned hoping to take it manly.  He mocked them, he laughed, and he suffered. More and more.

One of the guys decided to shoot Roy claiming he would reveal nothing. Jenkins was ready to face his destiny. He was glad that he didn't give up and confronted his oppressors.

Suddenly shortwave woke up. Mjr Gaskin expected the captured soldier to be delivered in front of him immediately.

They loaded him onto a military truck like a bag. Restrained into shackles he was traveling to meet the head of the rebel, cruel and ruthless Mjr Gaskin.

His bruises hurt him. What was he thinking about? Was he looking for a way to escape? Or had he given up? Maybe he was dreaming about a passionate night with one he used to have sex with? He was being transported to the man they were supposed to eliminate, and now that man had him in his grasp.

TO BE CONTINUED

Secret Mission I

In the heart of the military base, a group of Special Forces soldiers was killing time playing rugby. These elite warriors operated far away from their homes and from their families. Many of them had thought that mission in an unstable country torn by inner conflicts, but it's been months since they were given a special task. Days turned into weeks as they idled away, awaiting their long-anticipated mission. Everyone expected something big was being prepared and they will be able to test their skills in real combat. Finally, the awaited news came...

"Hi Ladies, we have a new mission. Colonel is waiting for us in briefing room in twenty minutes."

Everyone was happy for the challenge, no matter what it could be. Only lieutenant Jenkins slightly show sign of enthusiasm, In fact he couldn't wait no less than others.

There was complete silence while Colonel was speaking.

"Today, you represent the pinnacle of our elite forces, handpicked for a mission shrouded in secrecy. Our objectives are clear, and they are as follows:

1. Elimination of Paramilitary Leader: Our primary goal is to locate and eliminate the leader of the paramilitary group, a ruthless and cunning adversary Mjr Gaskin. His removal is critical to destabilizing their operations and bringing an end to their reign of terror. We know his place thanks to information given by our spy.

2. Rescue of Key Spy: Alongside our primary mission, there is a second crucial objective. We must rescue the mentioned informant who contacted us and for months was sending us valuable information. We don’t know his name, but he is near Mjr Gaskin.

3. In addition to our primary and secondary objectives, we must also sabotage the paramilitary group's operations. We have a chance not only to eradicate the head of the rebels but also to destroy one of their bases and supplies.

4. Minimal Footprint: This mission must remain covert, and we cannot afford to leave a trace of our presence. We'll operate in the shadows, and our escape must be swift and silent.

Major Green leads the mission. Stay focused, have each other's backs, and remain unwavering in your dedication. Success is the only outcome we accept. Godspeed, and may fortune favor the bold."

Jenkins was ready for the mission. He wasn't ready to be under Green's command. Young Major was promoted recently. They were friends, but also competed secretly with each other, having a positive relationship. Entrusting the mission to a friend hit Jenkins more than he could predict. He didn't like any detail provided by Green. The plan was too complicated, too safe, and too brave at the same time, the group was too big, drop point was too far from their enemy. He had a face-to-face conversation with his new commander. Soldier proposed single one-man action.

"It's not a mission for a group but one skilled hero. He could strike immediately the enemy's base."

"No. Command must have reasons. It's not an 80s action movie and you are not a ninja warrior. I know you love single rides. My mission, my rules. Remember, insubordination is strictly punished, no matter how skilled soldier you are. Do you understeand?"

"Yeah. Fuck off".

Green didn't accept and warned Roy Jenkins to stick to the rules. Jenkins still hoped for a single ride feeling offended Major doesn’t believe in his skills… He also had a private mission. He was suspecting who may be a spy. He met a young beautiful girl who came from a small mountain village a few months ago. They had a close relationship but she suddenly disappeared. Now it turns out her home village is the heart of the rebel base. 

The drop took place in windy conditions. Jenkins separated from his teammates even though they had a clear plan. He landed much nearer their target. However, Jenkins was trapped high above the ground, tangled between branches. ""What the hell?", Jenkins thought. 

To free himself soldier had to cut ropes, and fall into the river. The time he saved by landing nearer the enemy's base was consumed by hiding a parachute and drying clothes. His luck didn't last for long. Suddenly three armed men in military outfits appeared from nowhere. He was surrounded by a group of enemy soldiers.

Story continuation:

<PART II>

Knots

 Jake was ordered to whip his friend. He did it showing no mercy.

Military Base

 Flogestone Mayor, City square 1 452042, Flogestone

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16th April, Flogestone

Andrew Taft

Colonel in the 5th regiment

I'm writing to you to formally complain about the noise coming from the military base. Town citizens living close to the barracks have reported to me that at least twice a week, sometimes more often, they can hear terrifying sounds of soldiers being punished. They can put up with the sound made by the drums and whips; however, the loud screams upset the residents. Each sharp whistle of the whip is followed by a loud crack and deep groans. The continuous, permanent and scary yelling full of agony is really horrifying. One of the citizens compared it to the "howls of wild animals burned alive".

When the wind blows from the north, carrying the noise of corporal punishment, the whip biting into the punished soldiers' flesh and making them moan can even be heard in the town hall. I do have to emphasize that, sometimes, this spectacle goes on for hours, allowing our ears to rest only when the convict is too exhausted to shout out in pain any more. Some people, who have tried to count the number of screams, feel that the punishment is too brutal. When a lady screams, it is something rather normal. But listening to strong male voices screaming desperately and in tears is something people are not used to.

The barracks are closed to the civilians and therefore a lot of gossip and rumors about what is happening there are spreading throughout the village. I suspect the boy who fell down from the roof last week had climbed up there secretly to watch the whipping procedure from the walls.

We were full of hope and pride when our town was chosen to establish the army base. I am fully aware that I have no right to interfere with the army rules. However, as the mayor and in order to protect the interests of the citizens, I consider that it is my duty to kindly ask for a reduction of the level of your soldiers' screams, for the benefit of the village I represent. Perhaps, there is a way to stop punishing soldiers so frequently or you may replace whipping with imprisonment. Should the above proposals be inappropriate, would you consider moving outdoor whipping into some secluded place or basement? I trust we can find a solution for the problem.

Sincerely

Thomas Kenneth

Prison rules

The prison warden was truly happy seeing his new muscular prisoner. He was looking forward to the evening when the prisoners were punished. He had a feeling this proud bastard would need a lot of lashes.