Tamsin Beech Ch. 11: Fort George

Phoebe swallowed hard and stared. The North Korean woman was stunning. Everyone guessed she must be in her twenties at least but she had the petite body of a teenager. Small high breasts - heavy with milk, brown nipples and not so much as a stretch mark or extra ounce of fat despite having given birth to a healthy daughter only a few months previously.

She pushed her shining black hair back over her pale shoulders as she knelt beside Phoebe on the bed, "Please ... close eyes, Phoebe."

Phoebe obeyed, afraid to do or say anything that might break the spell and spoil the moment. She felt the bed giving under Yeonmi's weight as she shuffled closer, and a few moments later felt the light touch of oiled fingers on her skin.

"I ... was b-beginnin' to think ye, uh ... didnae like me," Phoebe stammered as she felt the heat rise in her cheeks. She could feel Yeonmi's weight against her legs, and then the soft teasing strokes of her fingertips as she gently covered Phoebe's exposed flesh with light caresses.

Yeonmi laughed, "You have been ... kind, to me Phoebe. Now I do something for you," the North Korean tenderly drifted her fingers over Phoebe's calves, then her knees, and then higher, to her thighs.

"Ye really ... don't have to," Phoebe lied. The truth of the matter was that at that moment all she wanted was for Yeonmi to continue.

She tensed. Squeezing her eyes tightly shut as she felt the hot wet dab of Yeonmi's tongue against her leg, just above the knee. This wasn't going to be like any massage she'd ever had.

She could feel Yeonmi's warm breath as she exhaled through her nose, tickling her already sensitive skin. Phoebe had to fight hard not to squirm or wriggle in response as the other woman's fingers traced oily spirals and hieroglyphs across her bare legs and abdomen.

"You have ... nice body Phoebe," Yeonmi breathed.

"Th-thankyou," Phoebe sighed. She was waiting for the inevitable - the path which she was hoping Yeonmi's mouth would take.

"Remember. Eyes closed."

Phoebe couldn't have opened her eyes, even if she'd tried. She wanted to enjoy every caress. Commit every touch to memory without any distractions. To immerse herself in a fantasy come true.

She felt Yeonmi's hands on her inner thighs, one on either side, gently yet unmistakably pushing her legs apart. Then the soft brush of Yeonmi's silken hair against her thighs, as the North Korean woman lowered her mouth on to Phoebe's sex.

"Ohfuck," she had to fight the urge to thrust her hips up off the bed to bring herself closer to the mouth that was exploring her so expertly. Yeonmi kissed her way across the blonde curls of Phoebe's pubic hair, and down one side of her swollen vulva, teasing her. She slid her tongue up the length of Phoebe's labia, and then across and in, moving down with a single, sweeping movement.

Again, Phoebe wanted to tilt her pelvis, to bring Yeonmi's mouth against her, but somehow resisted.

Sensing her frustration, Yeonmi suddenly plunged her tongue into Phoebe's moist opening. It was agile and surprisingly long, and Phoebe knew that it wouldn't take much more to bring her to an orgasm. Her clitoris had hardened into a tight bud, and she willed Yeonmi to switch her attentions there.

"Are you ... enjoy?" Yeonmi asked, clutching at Phoebe's hips.

Phoebe nodded, almost calling out as the North Korean raised her head and took her clitoris in between her teeth, playfully rolling it between her lips. Then she started to lick there in slow, deliberate strokes.

Phoebe was lost. Both in the physical sense and in the mental stimulation created by this overwhelming experience. Yeonmi clearly understood how to pleasure another woman and bring her to orgasm. As violent shudders racked her body with surge after jolting surge of blinding pleasure, she thrust her hips up off the bed, forcing Yeonmi's head up too. Phoebe squealed, not caring who heard.

Minutes later as Yeonmi held her panting against her bare chest, Phoebe finally managed to speak, "That ... was incredible Yeonmi. Thankyou."

"So happy you like," she kissed the top of Phoebe's head.

Phoebe lifted her chin to look the North Korean in the eye, "Hope ye realise it's yer turn next. But ... I could honestly do that every single day."

Yeonmi pulled away, looking troubled.

"What's wrong? Did I say somethin' out o' turn lass?"

Yeonmi shook her head, "It just ... I want go. Find family."

That was unexpected. Yeonmi wanted to leave the fort?

Phoebe grasped her hand, conscious of the other woman's taut nipple pressing against her own chest, "Ye have family? Why didn't ye say Yeonmi? I can go with ye. I can help ye find them if ye like."

"No," Yeonmi shook her head vehemently, "I go alone. Just need ... help."

Phoebe considered for a moment. In the space of a few minutes Yeonmi the friend had become Yeonmi the lover. How could she refuse to offer whatever help she could, "Sure. What kind o' help? If there's anythin' I can do ... anythin' at all, jus' name it."

"I need ... borrow vehicle."

. . .

It was a week later. Leonid had been dreaming about his first time with Tamsin in Snowdon's derelict summit cafe, when something awoke him.

Not a noise or anything else he could quite put his finger on. More a feeling. A sense of impending danger that he'd often experienced during his time with the Spetsnaz. Being careful not to wake Tamsin he rolled quietly out of bed. His breath clouded in front of him as he stepped naked across the room. As autumn became winter the nights were getting even colder with the temperature usually dropping below freezing.

As Leonid eased open the door out into the barrack block's corridor, he realised just what it was that had woken him up. Angus hadn't cried.

Their baby son seemed to wake up screaming at the same time every night, needing to be changed and expecting to be fed. They'd begun taking it in turns to see to him. Leonid cocked his head on one side and listened. Apart from the screech of a fox way off in the distance, there was nothing.

Curious now, Leonid crept along the deserted corridor to Angus's room next door ...

TAKATAKATAK!

Automatic weapons' fire from outside the building tore the silence apart, followed by the sound of a powerful engine roaring into life. Leonid ran back to grab his AK-12 from beside the bed as Tamsin sat up, rubbing sleep from her eyes, "Wh-what is it? What's going on?"

"Gunfire outside," Leonid explained, "stay here. Look after the baby," he sprinted out into the dark corridor and down the stairs, taking them three or four at a time in his bare feet.

Outside barely half a minute later, at the edge of Fort George's wide parade ground, he was just in time to see their requisitioned BTR armoured personnel carrier speed out through the open sallyport - with several guards blasting away at it trying to shoot out the tyres.

"What the fuck is going on?" he grabbed one of their guards roughly by the sleeve.

The man, a middle-aged crofter called Gordon, who'd brought his family to live at the fort months before, stared wide-eyed, "The North Korean girl."

Leonid was puzzled. Could he mean their son's wet nurse? "Yeonmi?"

Gordon nodded, "She's stolen the APC."

Leonid shook his head in exasperation, "I can see that! Why the fuck are you shooting?"

Gordon pointed to a crumpled heap lying next to the Tigr, their one remaining Coalition vehicle ...

In the flickering light of lanterns, Leonid at first thought it was a pile of discarded clothes - sealskin boots, jacket and a patched goretex jacket. Then he realised who it was. Phoebe Beech lay on her side, a pool of blood from a head wound turning the snow red as it froze. Dead?

Leonid rushed over and dropped to his knees beside her, "Phoebe? PHOEBE, speak to me!"

With blonde hair matted with blood, all Jessamy's daughter could do was groan. Leonid felt an almost overwhelming sense of relief, "She's alive. What happened?"

"I w-was up on the wall," Gordon the crofter blustered, "sp-spotted them both opening the sallyport gate. By the time I got down here I saw the North Korean smack Miss Beech across the head with a handgun."

A scream sounded from the barrack block behind them. A wailing cry of such utter despair that Leonid at once felt the icy hand of fear grip him. His family were in danger ...

"Tamsin?"

Leaving the crofter and the other guards to tend Phoebe and close the sallyport, Leonid Denisovich ran back up to the top floor. Past Ross, Merida and many others who'd ventured out to investigate the commotion.

He found Tamsin ransacking baby Angus's room, "WHERE IS HE, LEO? WHERE'S MY BABY?"

. . .

Half an hour later, Phoebe had been seated in a hard-backed chair in Ross and Merida's room while Merida washed and dressed her head wound, "It's not that bad Pheebs. Just enough to knock you out. I'd take it easy for a few days if I were you."

Leonid Denisovich had dressed and stepped into the room with a comforting arm around Tamsin, "Explain what happened Phoebe."

"Leo," Merida countered, "she's in no fit state for an interrogation. She might be concussed."

"Fuck concussed!" Tamsin shouted from the doorway. It was clear she'd been crying - her eyes red rimmed and puffy, "I need to know where she's taking my son!"

Leonid turned back to Phoebe and calmly raised an eyebrow, "Well?"

Phoebe sniffed, clearly shaken by her ordeal, "Yeonmi ... w-wanted to get back to her fa-family. She's my, um ... friend. I pro-promised I'd help her. She said she wanted to b-borrow the APC. It would only be for a couple of days."

"And how the fuck does Yeonmi know how to drive an APC?" Tamsin snarled.

Phoebe shrugged, "I don't know. She said she'd go up to her room and get Jag-eun Neugdae while I opened the sallyport gate."

"And?" Leonid's hands clenched into fists by his sides as he took a step closer.

Phoebe could look none of them in the eye. She stared at a spot on the bare concrete floor between her feet, "I came b-back from the gate to help her strap her baby in. She'd ..."

"SHE'D WHAT?" Tamsin prompted.

"She'd got Angus in the APC as well. Wh-when I asked her what she thought she was doing, she ... sh-she pulled a gun. Before I could move she hit me with it."

Tamsin's eyes burned with a smouldering rage as she stalked slowly towards her cousin, "You helped her?"

Phoebe nodded, "I d-didn't know what she was planning ..."

"You helped her steal my baby?"

"It wa-wasn't like that. I didn't know."

"You helped her steal my baby?" repeated Tamsin.

Phoebe answered in a quiet voice, barely audible, "Yes."

Tamsin lunged across the room. Phoebe's wooden chair fell backwards and hit the floor with a loud crack as Tamsin slapped her hard across the face and seized her by the throat, "YOU STUPID LITTLE BITCH! SHE'S GOT MY SON!"

It took Leonid, Ross Beech and Merida all their strength to stop Tamsin from squeezing the life out of Phoebe and eventually pull her off. While Leonid led her away to try to calm her down, Ross asked Phoebe more questions, "How long has Yeonmi been talking about her family exactly?"

Phoebe sat cross-legged on the floor, her face reddening and nursing a bruised shoulder where it had slammed against the hard floor, "Not long. I ... g-guess she started just after we saw the nuke go off."

Ross thought for a moment. Things were beginning to make sense, "Just after we guessed it might be from the carrier Baekdusan?"

Phoebe nodded.

"She's North Korean," Ross paced across the room, "she's trying to get back to her own people."

Merida looked up from packing away her medical supplies, "How will she find them Ross? How will she know where to go?"

Ross chewed his top lip, "There's far more to Yeonmi than we know about. She'll find a way. I'm certain of it. There're only a few harbours large enough to take a ship that size. So I'm betting that the Coalition have had an emergency rendezvous site planned all along. In case things go tits up for them."

"As they have done," Merida supplied.

"Yep. I'm guessing that if we can find Yeonmi, we not only find baby Angus ... we find the Baekdusan too."

"B-but why take Tamsin's baby?" Phoebe sobbed.

Ross stared intently at her, "That ... I don't know."

THE END OF CHAPTER ELEVEN

With flat tyres, dead batteries and their engines stripped for spare parts, the MZKT-79221 missile transporter trucks lashed securely to the Baekdusans's flight deck would never again drive on dry land. But they'd proven their worth as launch platforms for their arsenal of Topol M ballistic missiles.

The Reekie savages who'd aided the resistance had been wiped out - Edinburgh utterly destroyed by nuclear fire. Following Captain Geomi's insistence, they'd waited months until a time they guessed the subhuman cannibals would have all returned to their lair in Edinburgh's castle.

That was the good news ...

The repairs were going painfully slowly. The Baekdusan had suffered a major hull breach below the waterline and without a dry dock, patching it with scarce raw materials, while pumping the water out from flooded compartments was keeping most of the thousand strong crew occupied. Their provisions and fuel reserves were low, their morale lower.

President Volk strolled across the flight deck. Eyeing with interest the sunrise over the ruined city stretching along the shore and inland to the low chalky cliffs in the distance. He'd heard of this place. It had featured heavily in the history of the UK's Royal Navy for hundreds of years, had suffered horribly at the hands of the Luftwaffe's bombers in a long forgotten war of the previous century, and had simply rebuilt itself bigger and better than before.

Then in mere seconds on August 20th 2021, Thanatos had effectively flattened it.

As usual Rosomakha and three other Spetsnaz bodyguards - two men and a young woman, accompanied him. Brought over from the aircraft carrier Lenin before its destruction. There'd only been three assassination attempts since his inauguration after the battle of Lindisfarne, but that was still three too many. Volk wasn't about to give up on his daily constitutional though. As the alternative would be spending time in his quarters with Ludmila Mudak ...

She'd changed after witnessing the Coalition fleet's destruction at the hands of the resistance. Showing virtually no interest in sex she'd retreated into herself and barely even spoke. He guessed how seeing thousands of one's colleagues and countrymen wiped out in an instant might be traumatic for some people. But Volk was no longer just some people. He was President.

He needed to find a replacement for Ludmila Mudak. That was it - a concubine. Some means of relieving some of the pent up stress of leadership.

"You!" Volk called to the woman bodyguard shadowing him at a respectable distance. She was young - long blonde hair tied back in a neat ponytail, curves disguised under black uniform overalls and body armour.

The woman snapped immediately to attention, holding her Kalashnikov across her chest, "Yes sir?"

Volk waited for her to approach, surprised by the way her blue grey eyes held his gaze. Fearless. Almost defiant. He wondered if she'd still show such spirit after he'd fucked her a few times, "I've not seen you before."

"No sir," said the young woman, "I've only just completed my training. I'm only nineteen sir."

Volk smirked, watching the girl intently as the wind blowing in from the wide harbour entrance flicked her ponytail to and fro. Her features seemed strangely familiar, and her accent hard to place. But one thing was certain, it most definitely wasn't Russian. So possibly the product of Vladimir Zakhvatchikov's great experiment he guessed, whereby local orphans were integrated into the Coalition's special forces to boost numbers, "Nineteen eh? And ... what's your name my dear?"

"Ada, sir."

COMING SOON ... CHAPTER TWELVE: WINDERMERE