The Return of Morales Pt1 (A request by Simon4242)

[Stormtrooper1990]

This story was an request made by Simon4242, it has been a while since we left Lt Morales and her team hanging in the Colombian rainforest, thanks to the villainous Alvarez and her crew. All seems bleak for Morales and Rodriguez, until a chance rescue will see them on the path to redemption and ultimately a chance of settling the score with her arch-nemesis once and for all. Know without any further ado...


Morales had no idea how long she, Rodriguez and her team had been hanging there, suspended upside down in the trees naked. Bitten by what seemed like hoards of mosquitoes. She had thought she heard the rumblings of a Jaguar in the bush, but it turned out to be nothing more harmless then a Chinchilla. Breathing a sigh of relief, Morales had put it down to the delirium that she was beginning to experience due to the blood rushing to her head. She could feel the eyes of her team bore into her with looks of betrayal and anger, but perhaps the one that hit home the most was the looks Rodriguez occasionally shot her. At times it was anger but never contempt like the others, there was something else behind her eyes, almost a concern, a longing. Morales had remembered the only other time Rodriguez had looked at her like that, was when they were teenagers in high school. The time when they had a shared an intimate moment together, Carmen's first boyfriend, some weasel faced pendejo called Ramon, had cheated on her. Morales chased after her into the girl's bathroom, to comfort her but they ended up making out. Tears welled up inside her eyes, because of her foolish pride and that need to be a fucking hero, Morales would never be able to tell Carmen how much she loved her. Taking a deep breath and crying despite herself, Morales had begun to resign herself to the very possibility that they would never leave this jungle alive.


" Come on, Casey, you slowpoke, once we get through this clearing there this great view of the mountains, according to the guidebook." Came the voice of Sarah Collins, as they trekked through the jungle. Casey Nichols and her four friends from college were on spring break from Harvard, they had all decided to pitch in for a hiking vacation to Colombia. Many thought them foolish, the disappearance of five students from UC Stanford recently had scared many tourists off, but for Casey it meant that trips to Colombia were now dirt cheap. She was dressed, in a white crop tank top which showed off her well formed C-cup breasts and toned midriff with tight lycra pants that hugged her pert ass. Black hiking plimsolls on her feet, with white hiking socks. Underneath she wore a white sports bra with matching bikini thong. Around her waist, was a bum bag what housed her money, passport and a water bottle. On her back, was her pack which contained a change of clothes. Casey took out her small mirror, to see were the others had gotten off to, catching her reflection. At 19, she was a looker with long brown hair, with blonde highlights, high cheekbones, big brown almond shaped eyes, and a heart shaped face. She found the others Dana Ross, who waved to her, her brown hair hanging in braided pigtails that dangled down her shoulders, wearing a tight maroon top and black Kappa shorts, with black and gold sneakers and white socks. Then Francine Connors, her raven hair done up in a ponytail, wearing a knotted blue and red and white squared shirt, with loose white belted denim shorts white sneakers and matching socks. Then finally Abigail Gregory, wearing a dark olive t-shirt, denim jeans with brown-black hiking sneakers and black socks. A tan hiking cap, perched on over her ash blonde hair, braided into a ponytail that hung over her shoulder. When she was finished, she hiked up her pack and caught up with Sarah. " Damn, fucking mosquitoes." She said as she slapped her neck, crushing one beneath it. She turned and smiled when she saw her. " Hey beautiful, what kept you." She flirted. Sarah was dressed in a blue crop trop, that showed off her beautiful B-cup breasts, her nipples peaking through the fabric, Casey felt a fire in her loins as she saw them. A tight close fitting pair of denim shorts, that covered her plum shaped arse and showcased her long divine legs, only served to heighten Casey's arousal. With tan hiking sneakers on her small feet, and a blue baseball cap perched over her platinum blonde hair, done up in long girlish pigtails. " You don't scrub up to bad yourself, sweetie." As she fell into step beside her girlfriend. Casey had met Sarah during her philosophy classes, they had flirted heavily before but didn't reach third base until last night. When they had the most mind-blowing sex. She squeezed Sarah's hand, taking a deep breath " What a beautiful country, they were wrong about this place." Sarah lent in kissing Casey on the cheek. " It's not a pretty as you, babe." Casey stopped to give her lover a passionate kiss. When they pulled out, Casey caressed her lovers cheek. " We are here together, with our friends. What's the worst that could happen." When they turned around, they saw the peculiar sight of five naked latinas hanging upside down from the trees. " Oh my God, guys get up here, anyone got a knife."


Morales thought she was having another hallucination, as she saw five pretty Americano tourists coming into the clearing. But as she felt the rope holstering her up, being cut and the sensation of falling to the ground, she realised they were very much real. It didn't take long for the tourists to cut the rest of them down, removing their gags. One of the brunettes, a raven haired girl turned to her friend, a blonde wearing jeans. " Is this some sort of local custom?" One of the other girls who was wearing a red top, held out her phone. " I can't get a signal." Their leader, a brunette in a white crop top and lycra pants, approached her. " Are you alright? What happened to you?" Morales looked at the girl, sizing her up and down, her clothes looked to be a decent fit. " Strip, take off your clothes." Her voice was parched, she hadn't had any water in a couple of days. The other girl, took a step back. " What the Fuck?! No." Morales took a step towards her, Rodriguez advanced on the blonde beside her, her nipples peaking through her blue top. " I don't have time for this, bitch." She gave the brunette a nerve pinch on her Vagus nerve, she let out a brief cry of arousal before she collapsed unconscious. " Casey, you bi--uhh." Rodriguez gave her a belly punch, then finished her with a swift neck chop to the back of her neck, knocking her out instantly " Sorry, chica. Nothing personal." She said to the unconscious blonde. The rest of Morales squad advanced on the hapless tourists, seizing them in chokeholds slowly cutting off their blood supply to their brains, until they dropped unconscious on the jungle floor. Morales knelt by the unconscious girl, taking her swig of her water, before tossing it to Rodriguez. The others had already begun to strip the unconscious students.

" We are going to be in serious trouble, Cristi." Said Rodriguez as she knelt by Morales. " I really don't care at this point, Carmen. They have something we need, we asked nicely but they wanted to do things the hard way." She said has she removed the pack from the unconscious girl. Rodriguez nodded. " No arguement from me, it actually felt good to hit something. I will go strip the blonde, you know she's not wearing a bra." She gently caressed Morales's shoulder as she walked away. Morales unlaced the unconscious girl's sneakers and removed her white socks, putting them on over her feet. She then peeled off the girl's lycra pants, from around her hips down her long toned legs, freeing them off the body. Not feeling particularly sympathetic, and with the necessity to cover her modesty, Morales slipped off the girl's white panties with one quick pull, exposing her small vulva crowned with a trimmed strip of brown pubic hair. As she pulled the stolen panties up over her genitals, she felt relief at finally having something to cover her modesty, after so long in the jungle. Flicking up the girl's arms up, Morales pulled off the girl's crop tank, her white sports bra covering her C-cup breasts, Morales rolled the unconscious girl on her side, unclasping her bra. Slipping the garment off the shoulders, Morales despite herself, admired the students well formed, rounded C-cup breasts with light pink roundel shaped areolas, but glancing over at Rodriguez, who had already stripped the blonde girl naked, remembered that Carmen had better. After clasping on her stolen bra, Morales got dressed in the unconscious girl's clothes, hiking up the pack up on her back, then checked the stolen bumbag. Her team then cut the ropes that had suspended them, using them to bind the arms and legs, and gag the unconscious students. When they were finished, Cruz who was now dressed in the knotted shirt and beige shorts of one of the brunettes, rounded on her. " This is the final straw, Morales. Look where your leadership as gotten us." She held out her arms. " Is this what we are reduced to, robbing tourists. First you go off, abandon our duty, walk us right into a trap then this. We are done, Morales. Done." Rodriguez, now dressed in the pigtail blondes clothes, got up to her face. " You leave her alone, perra. She is your commanding officer." She shoved her. " Apologise now, or I will make you, Corporal." Cruz spat on the ground. " Fuck off, Carmen. You only say that because you are sweet on her." Carmen headbutted Cruz sending her sprawling the ground. Morales got up shaking her head. " Enough, Carmen please. She is right. It's all my fault, I led us here. I fell for Alvarez's ploy. I have no right to give you orders anymore. If you want, go if you wish. You have money, the Yankees passports. I will not stop any of you. But me and Carmen are going back to headquarters. Stay or go, I don't care." Cruz got to her feet, cradling her head. " What happened to you Morales? I would have followed you to the gates of hell, but you are broken." She gestured to Ramos, who was wearing a red top and Kappa shorts, and Barrera, who was dressed in the other blondes olive tops, cap and jeans. The two fell in behind her. " Farewell, Carmen, Cristina. I'am sorry for what I said, but I hope you find your way out there. Good luck. With that Cruz and the others departed. Rodriguez fell in beside Morales, " I found some keys in the blondes pack, they must have a vehicle nearby. Do you want to call this lot an ambulance, I don't really care myself, but I know you." Morales shrugged. " There is no cell reception here remember. Once we get to Bogota, we can call one from there. Or not, we could leave them there for the jaguars." She took off in the direction of the footpath, Rodriguez followed close behind her. She was concerned, she had never seen Cristi act like this, she was usually brave, courageous and determined but know it seemed a piece of her had died back there. She had seen the tearful looks she had shot her, when they were hanging there. Rodriguez knew that she was thinking back to the time they were 16, the girl's bathroom. It had been the one regret in Rodriguez life., that she had buried her true feelings for Cristi. 10 minutes later,they had found the tourists camper van. They got in, started the engine and drove towards Bogota without saying another word.


" You two are disgrace to this department, first your team runs off on some fool rescue mission without telling anybody were you were going. Second, you fell into a trap set by the Bitch of the Amazon herself and her crew, they steal your uniforms, weapons and your pride. You know how much trouble you both are in. And I assume those clothes do not belong to you, now I have deal with more missing Americans. More fucking paperwork." Came the angry tone of Police Chief José Villalobos. " Well what you do have to say to explain yourself, Morales?" Rodriguez stepped forward "Sir, with respect, we had no--" Villalobos shot her an furious look. " Silence, Sergeant. I was speaking to the Lieutenant. Well, I'am waiting." Morales swallowed hard, and took her deep breath. " I have no excuses sir. I except full responsibility for everything, I followed my heart instead of my head. I nearly led my team to their deaths. But please, spare Carmen, she tried to tell me it was a trap, but I wouldn't listen. She is a good woman, better then I." She turned to Rodriguez, ties streaming down her face, she discreetly held out her hand, which she took and squeezed. Villalobos lent backing in his chair, tenting his fingers. " No, I will make examples of the pair of you. Turn in your badges, you two are hereby relieved of your rank. Get out of this station and out of my sight, civilians." Morales quickly ran out of the office, in tears. Rodriguez called out her name, before turning to the Chief of Police. " Fuck you, you piece of shit." Villalobos, shot up from his desk. " Don't count on breathing free air for long Rodriguez. Once you we find those Americans, it's off to Santa Lucia with the both of you." She turned, swearing under her breath as chased after her friend.


Morales, was outside the station. She shook her head violently, slamming her fists against the wall. That bitch Alvarez had taken everything for her. Her career, her life, her dignity and now maybe even Carmen. She turned to see beautiful Carmen, the strong Carmen, her heroine since they were kids. " Shh.. Cristi. It's ok, come here. That's it." Rodriguez pulled her into a bear hug, gently rocking her." That bitch, Alvarez. She was taken everything from us. I'am going to hunt her to the ends of the Earth, I swear it to God himself. Rodriguez, looked into her big beautiful brown eyes. "" Don't even think of leaving me out, I want her to pay as well." Morales smiled, wiping her eyes. " I know and I wouldn't want any else by my side." A long silence passed between the two, Morales caressed Rodriguez's arm. " We need to go, find a motel outside the city. Once they find those tourists, we are off to Santa Lucia." Morales nodded, a new determination welled inside her breast. As the couple walked towards their stolen van.


They found a dingy backwards dump of a motel, the Happy Pig, 5 miles outside Bogota. Using the money they stole from the tourists, they paid for a double room. " It will be good to get some sleep, not hanging like a bat in the jungle." Said Rodriguez as they both collapsed onto the hard mattress, exhausted. Morales gently caressed her cheek. " Do you remember, when we were 16, and we kissed in the toilet, after weasel face Ramon dumped you." Rodriguez laughed. " I have never forgotten, he was such a dick. We got into trouble with Sister Anna, after that bitch Gloria snitched." Morales snuggled in closer. " Yeah, she gave us the switch, my knuckles have never really recovered. She kept on saying, the devils in us. Over and over. But when we kissed, I never felt the devil. I felt right, natural. I have never regretted kissing you. I have waited a long time for you, Carmen." Rodriguez lent in and kissed her passionately on the lips. " It was my one greatest regret, to hide my feelings for you back then. Now I want to makeup for it, if you will have me?" She said huskily, her voice full of desire as she pulled out. " Carmen, you don't have to make up for anything, I love you, I always will." With that Morales and Rodriguez, locked their lips together, their hands caressing each other, peeling off their stolen clothes as they gave into their desires. " Carmen!! Carmen!" Cried Morales as her lover nuzzled her neck.


Come morning, they were both naked, intertwined on the bed slick with sweat from the labours of their love making. They had sex four times in the night, each time more amazing then before. Morales woke to find herself, facing her lover. She stared for a moment, admiring Carmen as she slept. Morales felt all of the stress she had bottled up, leave her as she felt contentment in Carmen's loving embrace. She stirred, and smiled as saw her lover. " Morning, Cristi. That was the most amazing moment of my life." They shared a passionate kiss. " We were amazing. Well worth the wait." They both laughed. "Do you want to go another round?" Rodriquez asked, caressing her lovers ass. " What if the police burst in, while we are making out?" Joked Morales. Rodriquez kissed her cheek. " Chica, a whole SWAT team could burst in here, and they wouldn't be able to pry me off you." Morales laughed, crying tears of desire. They both lent in to kiss. But before their lips met, there was a knock at the door. Both women froze.

Morales shot her lover a panicked look. " No- one knows we are here." Rodriquez gently caressed her face. "It could just be house keeping, come on." Morales shook her head. " No something feels different, I need to check.You with me, sweetheart?" Rodriquez got up to get dressed. " Always, to hell and back." After they got dressed, Morales cautiously approached the door. When she opened it, there was an African American woman standing there, wearing a business suit. " Lt Morales, Sgt Rodriguez. My name is Destiny Andrews, I represent an organisation who are very interested in your particular set of skills. May I come in? We haven't much time." Without seeking permission, she brushed past Morales and entered their room. "Make yourself at home." She quipped as she closed the door behind them.

[simon4242]

great story i am bit concerned for the pretty hikers including our two lovebirds lol the fact they cut down morales and co they were a bit rough with them and i dont want morales to be a murderer lol,can you have them saved in part 2 just a short scene describing their rescue as i want to see a little bit more of casey and sarah you write these characters too well and sexily even in one paragraph lol genius

[Stormtrooper1990]

Morales and Rodriguez did call them an ambulance. I wanted to display through her actions Morales was in shock, a sense of detachment is one of the signs of shock, and possible PTSD. That at the time she didn't care, she just wanted to return to some normality.

I'am sorry if I was a little rough with the hikers, again Morales wanted the girls clothes, they asked but refused them. Morales put the welfare of her team above those of the hikers, again this is understandable since she was in shock. And Rodriguez is a strong physical character, very uncompromising. Her takedown reflected the teams attitude, they weren't in the mood in be nice. Considering their situation, it is understandable.


The hikers will be fine, they are luckier then the last group, that's for sure. They probably won't be holidaying in Colombia again, though.

The next chapter will feature Darkwatch troopers and their officer. Alvarez is looking to partner up. As part of their induction. Morales and Rodriguez, along with three other SI troopers, will ambush them with the gas grenades, take their uniforms and trap Alvarez and her crew in classic SI style. With shock pistols and gloves.

[simon4242]

can i beg your indulgence to insert a small scene of the two hiker lovebirds consoling each other when found lol or a mention of them being rescued in part 2 ...pretty please ,,,i understand the roughness now ,,understandable ,,,,

[Stormtrooper1990]

can i beg your indulgence to insert a small scene of the two hiker lovebirds consoling each other when found lol or a mention of them being rescued in part 2 ...pretty please ,,,i understand the roughness now ,,understandable ,,,,

I could always write in a paragraph, with a cameo from Alvarez. Espinosa(Essi) will say that their scouts have reported that Morales and her team escaped. Leaving the bodies of the unconscious naked hikers behind. But they had to leave because the area was swarming with police and paramedics helping them into ambulances.

[simon4242]

that would be marvellous ...thank you

[Stormtrooper1990]

Your welcome, it's a mirror of the scene in Revenge of Alvarez Pt2. When Carmen informs Cristina of the escape of Alvarez from the prison.