by Gray Gardner
The Russian
Federal Hellions Book 2
Gray Gardner
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Contents
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1. The End is the Beginning
2. Black Water and Big Balls
3. Strawberry Bonecruncher
4. Quack Discoveries
5. Near Fear
6. Perfect Anonymity
7. Beer and Soul
8. Russian Ghosts and Crushes
9. Baylor the Kid
10. Accents and Abandonment
11. Conditional Love
12. Revolutionaries and Wire Dengas
13. Hometown Receptions and Intimate Affection
14. Langley
15. Repossession
16. Me, Myself, and Spies
17. Tearing Up My Heart
18. Seven Days of Captivity
19. The Memory with No Pulse
20. The Captain, The Baker, and The Promise Maker
21. Torture the Dead
22. Who’s The Boss
23. Kool-Aid and the Gang
24. Baylor, Controller of the Universe
25. Epilogue
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“Forget the twenty laps,” he began, getting out and walking around the jeep as she adjusted her clothes and paused to look up at him.
“Oh thank God,” she sighed, sagging her shoulders and leaning her head forward, her head brushing into his arm. She was so tired.
He seized the opportunity to grab her waist and hold her at his side so she was facing backwards and couldn’t move. It was something his friend Captain Gwinn had said about her needing her ass spanked that had gotten him thinking. Maybe it could work for her. And him.
“There will be twenty smacks to your behind, though,” he said, not able to help his slight grin as her whole body stiffened in acknowledgement of what was about to happen to her. He reminded himself it was discipline, not fun.
“Please don’t!” was her initial response, as was closing her eyes tightly and grinding her teeth together. Oh God, he had her pinned and she couldn’t move. Could she fight him? She’d already broken his face.
Connor paused as she wiggled around in anticipation. She hadn’t really seemed surprised, though.
So she’d been spanked before. He considered that new piece of personal information about her only for a second. Not wanting to frighten her and only really wanting to send her a message, he quickly but lightly brought his open hand on her round little ass several times.
“You disobeyed orders, you assaulted a doctor, and you talked back to me! You can’t. Do. That. Anymore,” he commanded, his spanking emphasizing each word.
Baylor had no idea what to think about his new form of discipline, but since it didn’t hurt all that much and he stopped long before she could count to twenty she decided she’d better show him how damned grateful she was feeling at that moment.
“I’m sorry, Captain,” she said in a soft voice, wishing she could speak a little louder. His gentle hand on her chin actually felt pretty good, but she wasn’t sure after a spanking she could look him in the eye.
“Burton,” he kindly said, watching her long, dark lashes sweep over her pink cheeks. He’d liked giving that spanking way too much, but he also had to finish the disciplining part. “Look at me.”
She felt her cheeks flush as she turned her eyes up to his. He looked pleased but kind and sort of handsome. Shit. She had to keep it together.
Her blush almost gave him a full erection, but he didn’t want to confuse the situation any further. He’d never spanked anyone under his command before, but she seemed to just bring it out in him.
“Just be a good girl from now on,” he admonished, loving the way her eyes dropped back down and her cheeks flushed hot all over again. “Follow orders. Treat your superiors with respect. Understand?”
“Yes sir,” she replied quickly.
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The End is the Beginning
Screams shrilled as she gasped for air. Screams from people? Screams from metal scraping and snapping apart? She couldn’t tell. Icy water gushed across her body and all she could hear again were the muffled sounds of a ship fracturing in half. The rail she gripped between her slippery hands wouldn’t do her any good if they sank to the bottom of the channel. As the waves subsided again, she wiped the stinging salty water out of her eyes and desperately looked around for salvation. No one could help her. The cold consumed her. She calmly began to make peace with death.
Silence and darkness ensued.
Reveille rapidly shocked her out of her sleep and she whacked her knee and elbow on the hard concrete floor. Feeling around on her body as she hung off of her bed tangled in her stark white sheets, she released a long sigh of relief when she realized she wasn’t engulfed in salt water and blood at the floor of the ocean.
At the urging of
the other girls in her barracks, she quickly scrambled to her feet and neatly made her bed, all the while trying to tuck her brown t-shirt into her camo cargo pants and tie her dark red hair back into a ponytail. She had taken to sleeping in her fatigues since her bunkmates thought it was hilarious to hide various articles of her clothing for days at a time. Basic training antics.
The door at the end of the 2 long rows of beds slammed and everyone quickly dashed to their footlockers and stood at attention. Their drill sergeant paused in front of each girl, shouting something demeaning, which was normal. Normal because the point of basic training was to break down the individual so they could unite as a whole group, yet it felt different that day since they had just completed their basic training.
“Today,” she shouted, abruptly turning to face the group of forty girls. “Today is the day you have all been waiting for. Your basic combat training is over. Now, you will all be drilled, tested, tortured, and tested again to try and tell us more about your strengths, but more importantly, your weaknesses. You will not like some of the exercises we use but that is not my problem. Now it is time to listen to a new leader, your captain, your boss. You will do everything he says. Is that clear?”
“Ma’am yes ma’am!” the girls shouted in unison, anxiously waiting for this mysterious male captain to make an appearance. They had been with all females for over eight weeks and had nearly forgotten the look and sound of a man. They’d all seen the jeeps coming in with the officers in the previous days but hadn’t known what to make of it.
Placement Training, the next step with the new ranking officer. Captain Connor, their new boss, was a hard ass but he was also the best. The girls would be in good hands and ready for combat.
They apprehensively arrived at an advanced individual training course on the base. Tall, small, heavy, thin, blonde, brunette, Black, Hispanic, White…this unit ran the gamut on diversity.
“This is Captain Connor. He was trained and served in the Special Forces, and later served in the fourth Psychological Group in Fort Bragg. He has a master’s in psychology. He will train you to think as the enemy thinks, and he will show you how to overcome your greatest fears. This is where I leave you. Captain?”
The girls saluted their drill sergeant as she saluted back and quickly left. It was all very unceremonious considering the amount of time they’d spent together, but better than it being long and drawn out.
Then they turned anxiously to Captain Connor.
A tall man with broad shoulders and a short light brown military cut, he folded his hands behind his back and paced back and forth, his steps crunching the dried leaves that had recently fallen to the muddy ground. His posture made the muscles in his arms flex, causing him to look even more militant and manly—as if that was possible.
Wind whistled through the bare tree branches and the sun warmed their backs as they waited silently. Their thoughts ran away with them in the silence. What would he be like? Would this really be harder than basic training? And was he really hot or had it just been too long since they’d seen a man?
Captain Connor sized his new unit up. The new program that Major Taylor had implemented was designed to physically and mentally acclimate the troops from basic training to combat, more specifically in special operations, something he specialized in as a captain, but the program was still in its infant stages and he wasn’t sure what the results would be. He had worked with women before, too, but these girls looked straight out of high school. Some were tall and awkward, others heavy and tattooed; and the short, scrawny one at the end of the line looked like the one the drill sergeant had warned him about.
“Careful of this one,” the DS had said. “She looks like cream and sugar, speaks like a southern belle, but she’s the toughest, most talented, and most difficult private this side of the Mason-Dixon line.”
He paused and sighed as he realized that this new program could be very interesting indeed. Women in combat? On the front lines? It was new to the US but he could certainly get behind it if these girls could prove themselves. Not girls, women. No, soldiers. He’d been instructed to never address them as Ladies. He knew that, at least. He was to treat them just the same as his male trainees.
“Privates,” he said in greeting with a quick nod. “My name is Captain Connor, and you will be answering to me over the next months. However, you will not be answering to only me. You will have a unit leader, someone to lead and keep order when I’m not around, someone chosen from among this group.”
The girls all smiled and looked around at each other up and down the line.
“And your unit leader will be determined today. In the next hour, in fact. We reward accomplishment on this base, not popularity. Whoever can get through this course with the least number of faults and in the shortest time will be your new leader. You will fault when you drop your weapon or venture out of bounds. Speed and accuracy, lad-privates, and you will have yourselves a unit leader.”
To his surprise, the girls all moaned and groaned in unison. There were grumblings and knowing looks between them. He’d thought this plan was ingenious, but they seemed unhappy about it.
Then they all looked down the line at the short scrawny one with the dark red hair who pretended not to notice their glares as she stared at the toe of her brown boot digging into the leaves.
“Is there a problem?” he loudly asked, getting their attention again.
Sighing and glancing back at the lieutenant holding a clipboard behind him he rolled his eyes and turned to the girls—trainees. He’d have to take care of this quickly or he would never regain control.
“Lieutenant Reyes has a stop watch and your names listed alphabetically. Go and check in with him and begin the competition.”
The girls all moved towards the course and huddled around the lieutenant as Captain Connor took a knee next to the girl with her chin in her chest and the bullseye on her back.
She lifted her head up and cautiously asked, “Are they gone, sir?”
“If you’re asking if your unit has left you in the dust as they entered the course, then yes,” he sarcastically replied, leaning back as she suddenly stood up straighter, her entire demeanor immediately more confident.
“Wow, Manes and Nolan looked like they wanted to kill me, didn’t they?” She snickered, smiling until she saw her new captain’s face. She saw the anger in his dark eyes and quickly added, “Sir.”
The Captain stood up and folded his arms across his chest. “What’s your name, Private?”
“Baylor Burton, sir.” She grinned, looking up at him with dark green eyes, and definitely a slight accent pushing through, probably from growing up in Virginia.
“Private Burton, would you mind telling me what in the hell that was all about?” he loudly asked, holding his arms out, waiting for a response.
She nodded like she’d been asked that question every day of her life. “The other girls hate me. It’s, um, partly because we just come from different backgrounds and wouldn’t have ever been genial in any setting, but mostly because I threaten them.”
“You threaten them?” the Captain asked, wondering why he was engaging her in conversation instead of yelling at her to follow orders. There was something about her— those eyes, the way she spoke to him—that intrigued him.
“Yes, well, I mean, I beat them at everything.”
Lieutenant Reyes handed him her file and stood back quietly as his boss flipped through it. The rest of the unit was haphazardly crawling under wires and fumbling with knotted ropes over a rock wall.
“You aren’t lying, Private Burton. You actually do have the best times in every course and every discipline. Aren’t you proud of your accomplishments? Don’t you want to be a leader? You’re well on your way to moving up the ladder at a rapid rate.”
Ranking was everything in the military.
“I’m just trying to get through basic,” she answered quietly, looking around, anywhere but at him.
“Spoiler alert, Traine
e, you’re finished with basic training,” he replied sarcastically, doubt about her abilities growing in the back of his mind. The drill sergeant had been known to creatively keep records just so some girls could get through.
He was surprised when the Private looked directly up at him.
“Sir…they hate me. They don’t want me to lead. And frankly, I don’t want to be a leader. I just want to serve my country. That’s why when you brought up the accomplishment-rewarding factor I had to stay quiet, subdued. If I hadn’t, they would have kept fighting you until they all got into trouble,” she explained, glancing to her right at the course. She didn’t feel like seeing another disappointed face at the moment.
“Well, son of a bitch, Private Burton. That sounds exactly like what a leader would do. You’re taking care of them,” he replied, putting his hands on his hips and staring down at her. What the hell?
She opened her mouth to reply but for some reason couldn’t find a valid response, so in her frustration all she could blurt out with a frown was, “No it doesn’t. Sir.”
Captain Connor rolled his eyes and pulled out a stop watch. Girls and their insecurities. Trainees, they were trainees.
“Private, you better get your little ass out onto that course right now. And if you lag, I will make you run it again until you beat your time. Then I’ll make you do it again and again until there is no possibility of getting a better time. So, save us the time, save us the trouble, and run like hell!” he ordered, pointing to the course and clicking on the watch.