" Island Ambush" by Charlie06

[esercito sconfitto]

Island Ambush



Captain Grace Hawkins cleared a strand of her blonde hair away from her face as she looked back at distant Euroland coast. As soon as she had cleared it a gust of sea wind whipped it back into her face and she again pushed out of her face. Grace sat in the back of the open bridge of a ECG (Euroland Coast Guard) small patrol craft. It was her first time on the small light and fast patrol boat since her academy days so she was not use to the wind and speed yet and sat gripping the arm rest of the command seat and holding on to her cover (naval officer’s cap) as the patrol boat jumped up and down the waves. This was on her first tour with the Euroland Coast Guard as a captain. Grace had been a lieutenant commander aboard an ECG Cutter for two years before she got her commission as captain and then was reassigned to the small craft division. It was her first day in the division and she had spent the morning touring the base and was now with Ensign Rosa Peterson the craft commander of PB09 (Patrol Boat 09). Peterson had offered to show Grace around the PB09’s patrol sector and Grace accepted curious in seeing and riding on the high speed patrol boats. So far the trip was bumpy and uneventful however the sights of small islands that surrounded the Euroland coast were marvelous. Grace had second thoughts after finding out it was just Peterson and her on this trip, the enlisted crew of PB09 had PT drills (Physical Training) at the time they had cast off and were unavailable to crew the patrol boat. Peterson assured Grace that she could handle the boat on her own and that it was just a tour not an actual patrol. Thus far Peterson had been right, she could handle the boat fine and Grace was enjoying the sea breeze and scenery.

Grace looked forward at the helm where Ensign Peterson was piloting the boat, what a fine officer Grace thought. Like Grace and all Euroland women Peterson had bright blonde hair that was tucked under a blue ECG officer’s cap. Peterson wore her khaki officer’s duty uniform which consisted of matching khaki buttoned down shirt and trousers, the buttoned down shirt included black and blue shoulder tabs which identified her as an Ensign. Peterson gold belt buckle and combat boots were nicely polished as well. On top of being a fine officer Ensign Rosa Peterson was also a well dressed one, Grace made a note of this. She would surely pick Peterson to become a member within her personal staff.

Ensign Rosa Peterson looked back and called out to Captain Hawkins over the wind. “Ma’am we’re coming to the end of the patrol sector I am going to pull hard to starboard in ten mikes and we’ll head back in!”

Grace acknowledges back with a nod and a “Very well.” That was muted by the wind and the sea.

“I hope the tour was well for you ma’am as it was for me!” Peterson yelled back.

“It was very good Ensign and I enjoyed it. Thanks!” Hawkins replied yelling this time and then wiping the strands of blonde hair from her face.

“Rodger that ma’am!” Peterson yelled with a grin. Ensign Rosa Peterson had graduated from the academy a mere six months ago and had moved from patrol boat assistant commander to patrol boat commander in three months. She now had her eye on becoming a junior grade lieutenant and if she could achieve the rank of lieutenant by the end of the year she would be the youngest lieutenant in the history of the ECG. She plan on achieving this by doing what she has been doing since the academy, dressing good and getting noticed and kissing ass every chance she got. True nobody really likes a kiss ass, Rosa didn’t have many friends but who needs friends when you got rank? Rosa saw opportunity come knocking when the new commander arrived on post this morning. Most high ranking officers when on base wore their khakis similar to what Peterson had on. Captain Grace Hawkins the new commander came in her tropical whites, which consisted of a white button down short sleeve shirt, a matching white skirt with the hem sitting right at the knees, tan sheer panty hose and a pair of white high heel pumps. Coming to a new post in her tropical whites meant that Hawkins wanted it to be known by all who the new boss was. Rosa wanted to show Hawkins that she knew who the boss was and what a fine choice the ECG had made picking Hawkins for command. Rosa made sure her crew was on PT drills so she and the new Captain could get to know each other and so all the attention would be on Rosa. Looking back at the Captain in her tropical whites holding down her cover with one hand and the other gripping the arm rest in the command seat and sometime brushing her blonde hair from her face was a silly sight. Even funnier was the fact that the Captain was trying to sit straight with her legs crossed to look big shot commander like on fast moving boat which was jumping up and down on waves. Rosa grin to herself and looked forward. Officers, she thought to herself and smiled at the fact that she knew she was going to get promoted soon.

Rosa saw some smoke billowing out from one of the many Euroland islands about four hundred yards from their position. It was an island outside of PB09’s patrol sector. Rosa looked back at the Captain, who had not seen the smoke yet. Looking back at the smoke Rosa thought the situation was perfect. Someone was in obvious need of help and Rosa’s PB09 was the only craft in the area and more importantly she had a Captain on board who could observe her being heroic. Perfect she thought as she turned around to Captain Hawkins.

“Ma’am, I got smoke 350 yards and closing. Permission to investigate?” Rosa called back. “Someone may need our assistance.” She added

Grace looked forward and saw the smoke. She had bad feeling about it right away something did not feel right to her. Peterson had said that someone may need help and it was the ECG duty to help those in distressed. She had a bad feeling though.

“Ensign I think we should call for back up. It is just the two of us out here!”

“Ma’am, we are 50 miles from base it’ll take any craft almost 40 minutes to get out here. If there is person injured that may too late!”

“We’re going to call for back up Ensign this does not feel right!”
Damn. Rosa thought to herself. No heroic rescue today. “Yes Ma’am!” Rosa yelled back hiding her anger within the wind.

“After you call for back up. Land on the island to see if we can assist till help arrives!” Grace ordered. She did not feel right about the whole situation but she had sworn an oath to help those at sea and Ensign Peterson was right if they didn’t do anything and there was a seriously injured person it could be too late for that person.

Rosa brighten up at the order. Yes, she thought, heroic rescue equals promotion. “Rodger that!” She yelled back happily over the wind. Lieutenant bars here I come she thought grabbing the radio off the hook and held it as she piloted the boat towards the island. She waited till they were 30 yards from the beach before she radioed in their position and situation requesting back up. She wanted as much time as she could get to be a hero in front of the Captain before other units arrived. Rosa piloted the small craft on to the beach and dropped anchor. She then unbuckled herself from the pilot seat and picked up two portable radios and moved towards the captain who was moving forward to meet her.

“Here you go ma’am,” Rosa said handing the captain the radio, standard procedure when docking in unknown territory. This so if anything happened everyone would still be in contact with one another.

Grace combed back her blonde hair with her hands before taking the radio. “Ok Ensign I want you to move inland but stay radio contact and see who is in distress. I will stay here and wait for reinforcements.”

“Rodger that captain.” Rosa replied as she started to move forward toward the bow picking up a medical pack on the way.

Rosa was holding down her cap and getting ready to jump of the bow when Captain Hawkins came behind her.

“Watch yourself Ensign. There maybe Gypsies around.” Grace said in a serious warning tone.

“Wilco ma’am,” Rosa said nonchalantly and jumped off the bow. Gypsies? She thought. Out here? Impossible. She doubt they could even swim let alone pilot a boat to come out here. The Gypsies were the poor class Euroland social structure and were constantly causing mischief in the form of vandalism to all out assault against the higher classes in society. They were made of dark skin, dark haired women that dressed different from the general population on top looking different from everyone else. They were the evils that plague Euroland’s peace and happiness. Gypsies were all over the place and were a constant annoyance for Euroland’s authority figures. They however mostly hung out in the large cities such as the capital X-Villes and forest areas not out here on the islands. “Gypsies,” Rosa said out loud to herself with a chuckle as she made it off the beach walking past tall sand dunes that covered the underbrush and then walking through the think underbrush.

Mina and Lina two sexy dark hair, dark skinned Gypsies had spent the following night working a small dingy for some moon light fishing but due to some unexpected currents they ended up on one of the many deserted islands off the coast of Euroland. To make bad situation worst their dingy was damaged during the fight with the strong currents and was no longer seaworthy. They both knew that the ECG heavily patrolled this area so they formulated a plan to lure in an unsuspecting PB and ambush the crew and take the PB. The problem was that there were usually six crewmembers on a PB and there was just the two of them. Two Gypsies against six ECG women was pushing it but it had to be done in order for them to get off the island. Mina formulated a plan of ambush while Lina started a bond fire to draw attention. They were in luck when at around noon they spotted a PB a short distance out. Game time they both thought and prepared themselves for battle. They both hid in the sand dunes just beyond the beach and watched the lone PB land. Both were struck down with surprise after seeing that the boat was only occupied by two crewmembers. Mina modified the plan a bit and they both crept back into the depth of the underbrush as the lone khaki clad blonde ECG woman approached.

Rosa had walked into the underbrush calling out if anyone was about. But in returned got no replied. She radioed the captain and told that she was going to head towards the smoke and she’ll check back in five mikes. The captain agreed and voice another concern about Gypsies. Rosa laughed and replied “Wilco” and continued on.

Mina held her breath as she crouched behind a bush. Ahead of her she could see the blonde ECG officer cross through some brush and continued walking towards her. With her eyes on the officer she raised her sling shot and took aim.

Suddenly there was a large amount of sharp pain in her gut making Rosa drop the radio and the medical pack. She dropped to her knees and doubled over but then instinctively got back up even though the pain was overwhelming. Clutching her stomach in pain she turned and started to run the way she came. Then pain shot up her back and she fell to her knees.

Lina emerged from a bush and ran towards the ECG officer who was clutching her back and stomach in pain. She could see Mina emerge from the bush behind the ECG officer with her sling shot in hand ready to fire another shot. Ten feet from the unsuspecting ECG officer Lina jumped forward extending her knee and striking the ECG officer who was standing back up in the chest.

Rosa’s arms flung up in surprise as the Gypsy Lina’s knee came slamming into her chest. She was out cold before she hit ground under her. Rosa laid sprawled out with arms above her head and legs wide with black booted feet canted inward.

With Mina standing over the unconscious EGC officer sling shot at the ready, Lina straddled the limp body at the waist and leaned forward and with one single move snaps the blonde’s neck, killing her instantly. They then quickly lifted up the rag doll form from under shoulders and knees and carried it deeper into the underbrush.

It had been over five mikes and Grace had heard nothing from her charge Ensign Peterson. She was getting worried. Where was her back up? Where the hell was the Ensign? She put her radio up to her mouth and clicked the send button and spoke into it.

“Ensign Peterson do you copy over?”

Nothing.

“Ensign Peterson do copy over?” Damn. What the hell happened to her? Grace paced the small boat back and forth thinking. What a day for the first day. Suddenly the radio came to life. Grace overwhelmed with relief held up to her ear.

“This is Ensign Peterson ma’am. I need your help please come into the brush.”

“What is going on Ensign?” Grace asked urgently. “What do you need?”

“It’s a little boy…he needs help…hurry.” The signal went dead.

Grace quickly grabbed the main medical bag from the storage area and slung it around her shoulder and made her way up to the bow. Holding her cap she jumped off and landed in the soft sand below. Once on the sand her heels sank into it and it was impossible for her to walk in it. She cursed at herself for wearing her tropical whites. Taking off her heels she continued up the beach past the sand dunes and towards the underbrush. Once there she slips her heels back on and continues tip toeing throw the brush wishing she had worn her khakis this morning and cursing herself for going on this tour. Damn you Ensign Peterson.

Mina was laughing hysterically after watching Lina play ECG women on the radio. They were sitting under a big tree with Rosa’s lifeless body propped up in a sitting position, her head hung inertly with her shoulder length blonde hair covering her face. The two Gypsy women sat to her left and right.

“That was pretty good wasn’t it?” Lina asked laughing.

“Good? That was bloody genius!” Mina said laughing and reaching out in front of the dead Rosa to high five her friend. “That was good right, Ensign Peterson?” She then asked the limp form.

Lina grabbed a chunk of Rosa’s blonde hair and pulled her head up revealing Rosa’s sleep like face. Her jaw was slack and hung open in death. With her free hand Lina held Rosa chin moving it up and down she mimics Rosa’s voice again. “That was bloody awesome mate.” Lina said followed by snobbish laugh while still moving the chin up and down. Then Lina holds up Rosa’s lifeless arm and points towards the beach and says, “Now get my mate, she’s coming.”

Mina laughed again this time choking a little. She regains herself quickly and says, “Let’s go she’s gonna be close soon.”

“Right.” Lina agreed and they both got and left the limp Rosa sitting against the tree with her head hung forward, her limp arms sitting at her sides’ palms up and her booted toes canted outward.

“Ensign Peterson!” Grace called out as she tip toed her way through the brush trying not to fall. She had already some close calls. Wearing heels in the jungle. Bad idea. She concluded as dodged a thorn bush to avoid ripping her tan sheer stockings. Where the hell is Peterson? “Ensign Peterson!”

The ECG officer in white had just passed Lina’s bush. She would have to get about five more yards from there to be in sling shot range. Mina crouched behind her bush holding her breath waiting for the white clad figure to come into range.

“Ensign Peterson where are you!” Grace called out for what felt like the hundredth time as she tip toed on dodging branches and roots. Then she heard someone chuckle and stop dead in her tracks. Looking a head she saw Ensign Peterson’s cap and medical pack on the jungle floor. Not good she thought she turned around and started tip toeing back from where she came. Something bad was out there. She had to get back and wait for the others. Fuck…she thought to herself.

Mina cursed to herself for letting the chuckle slip. It’s just that the name Ensign Peterson made her think about Lina’s impression and she could not hold it in any more. Now the white clad ECG officer was walking out of range. Mina emerge from her bush with the sling shot ready and began to close range.

Grace had heard something behind her and turned to see a Gypsy girl armed with a sling shot coming right at her. Before she could do anything a powerful arm came out from behind her wrapping around her neck. Then there was a loud snap and everything went black.

Lina had heard Mina’s chuckle and saw the white clad officer turn around and head towards her position. Lina was ready. She then saw Mina emerge from her bush and at the same time the officer heard it and turned. That was it, the perfect time. She got out from behind her bush wrapped one arm around the officer’s neck and with the other arm a one clean strong motion snapped the blonde’s neck. She then stripped the shoulder strap of the medical bag off the standing dead woman’s shoulder letting it drop to the jungle floor. With two quick move Lina rotated the blonde to face her and then hoisted the limp form over her shoulder.

Walking up to Mina who was grinning Lina said, “You idiot.” With a smile. “You almost blew it.” She added in her impression of Rosa’s voice.

Mina busted out laughing as she followed Lina into the underbrush.

“What are we going to do now captain?” Lina asked in her Rosa voice. The Gypsies were sitting behind the sand dune just past the beach head with their two dead ECG women. Lina wearing Rosa’s cap sat with her legs wide and Rosa limp form propped up in a sitting position in front of her. The dead blonde’s head hung lifelessly and was swaying left and right as Lina moved her lifeless arms. Grace like Rosa sat limply in front of Mina who had on Grace’s officer’s cover. Grace’s head was hanging over her chest with her long blonde hair hanging over it.

Holding Grace from under the breasts Mina jerked the dead captain’s head up grabbing hold of her blonde hair to look over at Rosa’s limp form and in a deep voice said “Well Ensign Peterson.” Mina giggled a bit before continuing. “Since we’re dead as fucking door nails.” Giggling some more. “I suggest we give our nice uniforms to these nice young hot ladies.” She concluded laughing.

“Yes ma’am!” Lina said in her Rosa voice. She grabbed Rosa’s hair jerking the Rosa’s head up and with her free arm grabbed Rosa’s dead arm and made her salute Mina and the dead captain.

Mina did the same thing and busted out laughing and then got up letting Grace’s body plop down on to the sand limply.

Lina grabbed Rosa’s chin and turned her head so she was looking back at Lina and said “Well Lina my captain said since I am dead you can have my uniform.” Switching back to her own voice she said “Why thank you Ensign Peterson.” She then got up letting Rosa’s body fall down on to the sand.

Mina wiping the tears from her eyes asked. “So you’re going to take Ensign Peterson stuff and I’ll take Captain Shinny legs?”

Looking at Grace’s legs Lina pointed, “Those are pretty shiny how do these Blondies do that?”

“I think she’s wearing stockings.” Mina replied kneeling down and rubbing the nylon material.

Kneeling down beside her and rubbing Grace’s nylon covered legs Lina said “ah I see. Nice I guess if you’re blonde and work for the ECG.”

“Yeah,” Mina agreed. “Bitches. Let’s get to work shall we?”

“Yeah.” Lina replied. With that both ladies began striping their victims, Lina with Rosa and Mina with Grace.
Lina started by untying the shinny black combat boots and taking them off next she peeled Rosa’s black socks off rendering her feet bare. Moving up north Lina unbuckles the shinny gold buckle and then unbuttons the khaki trousers spreading them open. With two jerks Rosa was in her cotton white panties and showing off her clean smooth pale legs. Lina then moves up to the button down shirt and unbuttons it and spreading it apart revealing the cotton under shirt Rosa had on underneath. Lina flips Rosa’s limp body over, her limp arms flopping like beached fish in the process. She then pulls the shirt off Rosa’s form, bare arms flopping down to the sand.

Mina had started stripping Grace by first unbuttoning the white short sleeve button down shirt Untucking she spreads it apart revealing the white cotton undershirt underneath. Pulling on Grace’s pulseless wrist Mina pulled Grace up into a sitting position with Grace’s head lulling forward into her chest. Mina leaned Grace against her own breast as she stripped the white short sleeve shirt from Grace’s shoulders. Laying the dead captain back down Mina grabs hold of the waist band of the skirt and pulls around Grace’s waist so that the back of the skirt was now in the front. She then zips the zipper located in the middle of the skirt and spreads the open. Working the loose waist band off of Grace’s hip and down her nylon covered legs Mina strip the skirt and heels off the dead officer. Once the skirt was off Mina grabs the waist band of the tan panty hose and tugs them off Grace’s still form wiggling her limp body, one good tug the hosiery was off the corpse and Grace’s bare legs dropped to the sand.

It had been thirty minutes since Captain Grace Hawkins and Ensign Rosa Peterson had landed on the deserted island looking to help someone in need of assistance. Now they were dead killed by two ruthless Gypsies girls named Mina and Lina. Their scantly clad bodies now lay atop the sand dune shoulder to shoulder. The two former ECG officers were now stripped of their uniforms and had on only their cotton white sleeveless under shirts and matching French cut cotton panties, standard for Euroland officers. Their bodies lay straight with arms to their sides legs straight with bare toes canted outward. Grace’s face with strands of her blonde hair blowing in her face undisturbed looked as if she was in a peaceful slumber. Rosa’s head was tilted to the left with strands on her blonde blowing in the sea breeze in her face as well; her jaw still hung open sensually in death giving the young Ensign an erotic look. Standing before the two lovely corpses of the ECG officers, Lina and Mina admired their new outfits.

“You look good Ensign Lina.” Mina said with a giggle looking over at Lina who was dress in the still cleanly pressed khaki uniform. Looking down at her in the white uniform that was slightly dirty Mina felt kind of pure where all white. The thought put a smile on her face.

“You don’t look so bad yourself Captain Mina.” Lina said in her Rosa voice and gave Mina a goofy looking salute.

Mina returned the salute laughing and clutching her stomach.

“What happened to the shinny leg stockings?” Lina then asked looking down at the dark skin bare legs under the hem of the white skirt Mina wore.

“There right here,” Mina replied holding up the sheer hosiery.

“Why aren’t you wearing it?

“I’m not blonde and even though I’m wearing an ECG uniform I’m not in the ECG.”

Lina laughed and then said. “Gotcha babe, your legs are already sexy and hot.” A shooting gun gesture and an eye wink followed.

“And besides I tried to wear em on and they just feel awkward.” Mina added looking at the hosiery in disgust.

“What you want to do with them then?” Lina asked.

Mina looked down at Rosa and Grace lying peacefully shoulder to shoulder. “I guess I’ll just give it back to Ol’ Shinny Legs herself.”

Following Mina’s gaze Lina agreed and added, “I think these Blondies need a real tan too.”

Mina smiled then laughed. “Hell yeah!” She then added as both newly uniformed Gypsies knelt down over the corpse stripping the remainder of the clothes off the dead officers. Within minutes white cotton panties, sleeveless under shirts and matching bras went flying over the sand dunes.

More ECG units would arrive soon looking for their comrades so it was time for Mina and Lina to head back into Euroland. They boarded PB09 and the newly commissioned Ensign Lina pulled the anchor and started the motor. Slowly the PB backed off the sand and headed towards open water. Captain Mina sat comfortably in the commander seat pushing strands of her black hair away from her face looking at the beach.

On the beach the cooling corpses of Grace Hawkins and Rosa Peterson were sprawled out nude atop the sand dune. Both bodies had their bare arms raised above their heads and their smooth pale legs spread wide apart shamming the two officers in death. Mina could see their cleanly shaven mounds and round pink nippled breast clearly from the PB. Rosa’s blonde hair fluttered peacefully in the sea breeze. Grace's head had now been covered by her sheer tan hosiery, who Mina and Lina had shoved on. The once new captain now looked like a common burglar with the stocking around her head.

Mina laughed at the sight and turned forward and yelled over the wind to Lina. “Set a course for home!”

“Yes ma’am!” Lina yelled back still sounding like Rosa. Turning back around she gunned the throttle and the small boat pushed into the 20 knots range.

Mina laughed out loud and threw off her cover letting it fly over board and letting her luscious black hair dance with the wind. “How bout some moon light fishing tonight?” She yelled forward.

Lina looked back and laughed and shook her head.

The End

A Tale Inspired by The art work of Ecersito Sconfitto