Three Juan

 

Three Juan

When they took Juan he was enjoying a coffee with friends in a small sidewalk café. This part of central Madrid was safe just before 9am on a Tuesday morning. Juan and his friends were discussing their weekend exploits. He'd gone on a date with an upcoming actress. He was full of smiles as he recounted his evening. The coffee was good if a bit pricy and his company was fine. His friends told stories and jokes before going to the office at 10.

 

A woman with a dark complexion came into the café. She entered and hurriedly looked about studying the twenty people inside or at the open windows drinking or eating. Nobody took any notice of her. When she saw her target she acted. Was Juan random or planned?

 

Juan had almost finished his coffee and was about to order another. The woman walked up to him and grabbed his elbow. The empty cup dropped and rolled away. The good mood was ruined. He looked up in surprise and said, "Get the Hell off me! How dare you!"

 

"You will come with us now! Right now!" the woman announced. There was something about her gaze, her eyes.

 

"The Hell I will!" Juan retorted, angrily. He tried to push the woman away. She withdrew a Taser stun gun and jabbed it at him and two of his friends. All three fell to the floor and the sound was terrifying as was the smell of singed flesh.

 

"Get up you bloody weakling! You will come with us now!" she shouted. She was strong beyond her size and simply lifted him up and dragged him to the doorway. Nobody intervened such was the speed of her attack. Juan was semi-conscious. He offered no more resistance.

 

Outside she hoisted the hardly responsive victim up on her shoulder and just walked off. She looked about and kept the Taser in her free hand, ready to use again. Several people fumbled for the mobiles to call the police. Soon she was out of sight down winding side streets. This was how they took Juan. Another easy steal.

***

The Captain

 

 

 

The Captain

The tank drove up the incline. It followed the road which turned to the left. Houses and small buildings were dotted here and there. The Captain was at the command position his hatch open. He held the 50 Cal and squeezed off short bursts at German civilians. They crumpled and fell and did not move. The Captain nodded and kept moving the gun and his head looking for targets. It was like they were connected. He squeezed off five round bursts. The reports echoed over the small town in the hills. This was enemy territory and the Captain pushed his crew and tank to race ahead. He was waging war in Germany! Dead civilians were proof of this. The Captain told himself war was war and he was paid to do a job and he was doing his job. America had given him a tank and the training to do this. This was what the Germans had done in Poland and Russia. It was what the Allies were doing in Germany. Who cared if they were civvies and not soldiers? He fired at a woman in a faded red dress who ran over the road. She stumbled and fell down dead. His tank drove over her body. War was war and he was paid to do a job. It was enjoyable.

***

Thesis Play Scene

 

 

 

Thesis Play Scene

 

Notes:

2 or 3 minute play

Read from paper

Act it out lol

3x people

2x gals

1x guy

A laptop is being used

Based on pic I took

Doing thesis

Put fingers up one gal

Gal not using laptop complains, "It's too tight! Just use one finger. Four will not fit!"

Use humour/erotic/satire

"This is what doing thesis is about."

Person 1: guy

Person 2: gal 1

Person 3: gal 2

 

 

Stop That Now!

Person 1: "Thanks for helping me do my thesis gals."

 

Person 2: "No worries mate. We are here to help. We are friends."

 

Person 3: "There is nothing we wouldn't do for one another, is there?"

 

Person 1: "No there isn't. One example is you helping me to do my thesis."

 

Person 2: "Correct. Yes it is. I'm half done on your thesis. Here, please pass me some gin with juice."

 

Person 3: "I want you to do something for me. Will you do it?"

 

Person 1: "I'll do anything for you. What is it?"

 

Person 2: "I want you to make me cum. Right now."

 

Person 3: "Go ahead. I'm fine watching and doing this. I can still concentrate. This is what doing thesis is about."

 

Person 1: "You want me to do that? Ok then. I will. And yes please keep doing my thesis. This gin is nice. Have some gals."

 

Person 2: "Thanks for the drink. Here. I lifted up my skirt. I'm ready for you."

 

Person 3: "I love it when you two get horny! I'll join you both when done."

 

Person 1: "You have nice legs! Move over here a bit so I can reach you."

 

Person 2: "Hehe ok baby. Do what you want to me. Oh make me cum. I'm so fucking horny!"

 

Person 3: "Go go go you two! This is cool. Better than college."

 

Person 1: "Oh you're so bloody wet. Goodness me!"

 

Person 2: "I've got a finger in you. And a second one. How does it feel babe?"

 

Person 2: "Oh God. It feels good… Don't stop."

 

Person 3: "This is quite a show…"

 

Person 1: "I won't stop. Not till you cum. I wanna put four fingers inside you. Let me try."

 

Person 2: "It's too much four. What you're doing now is fine. Oh boy, it's nice."

 

Person 1: "That's only two fingers up your lush tight pussy. Now it's three. Not four. You are wet as Hell!"

 

Person 2: "I'm fucking horny is why. Rub my clit babe make me cum. Oh yes just like that. Fuck! It's good. Finger me again…"

 

Person 3: "That's quite a show you two hehe."

 

Person 1: "There you go. Two inside you. Lie back and enjoy this babe."

 

Person 2: "Oh fuck. Oh my… ahhhhh…."

 

Person 3: "Wow look at that…"

 

Person 1: "Four fingers…"

 

Person 2: "It's too tight! Just use two fingers. Four will not fit! Ahhh…"

 

Person 1: "Oh babe… you're so tight… I've three fingers inside you… now four!"

 

Person 2: "Oh Mother of God… Do it faster. I'm coming I'm coming…Do not stop!"

 

Person 3: "Holy shit you two."

 

Person 1: "Come on babe. Go on oh yes! There's two now…"

 

Person 2: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! I've cum… oh God!"

 

Person 3: "My turn now. Thesis can wait…"

 

Person 1: "That was something babe. Ok your turn now…"

 

Person 2: "I'll go to the CR…"

 

Person 3: "Do it like that to me. Four fingers…"

 

Person 1: "You got it…"

***

Nick Armbrister Juniper’s Daughter – Cloud Mission

 https://wordgathering.com/vol18/issue2/

https://wordgathering.com/vol18/issue2/fiction/nick-armbrister/ 

 

Nick Armbrister

Juniper’s Daughter – Cloud Mission

Content Warning: Some sexual references, physical violence, and graphic language about mental illness and mental health.

Spank Satan!

The witch had a boxing match with the Devil. She wore a pair of lead weighted gloves and it showed. She also wore light blue shorts and a wireless sports bra. Her lithe athletic body was food for any man and some women. Satan too fancied he had a chance with the witch. Before then he had to spank her sweet spell casting arse in the ring. The thing is he was losing. It showed, for his once handsome nose was broken and oozing blood. His lip was thick and three teeth were loose. He would lose at this rate. A cracked cheek bone didn’t help nor did a black right eye that was already closing up. How could a 5 foot 5 inch tall slim fit female do this to an Alpha male of the top Satanic order? It was insane. Or was it? There were no spells at work here, no dark arts except from Satanic ones. The witch used methodical biological science to target her opponent and physics to bring her fists in contact with him. There was chemistry too. Her hands went so well with his body, bruising and blooding it. Teaching the Satanic wanker a right good lesson! That no matter how cool darkness is, the light always wins. Head for the light not the night or darkness. Juniper’s Daughter always won. This was a basement boxing fight with illegal high order cash bets. No hocus pocus, just her fighting skills from a thousand lifetimes of hand to hand combat and training and discipline. She looked all the way back, focused her intent and went to work. Enjoying kicking Satan’s butt in the ring. Ok, it wasn’t Vegas, but hey, this was like Fight Club and very real. Satan would learn today that his previous war victories were just that, previous. The bastard was a fucking has been! A damn wannabe! Juniper’s Daughter was the champ, oh yes…

***

Disc Change

The witch flew her disc that she kept in her secret Puerto Rico base to the centre of all the oceans on Planet Earth. Right at the very epicentre was her second flying saucer. Both were exactly alike. They flew the same and looked the same yet she knew the differences. As you do with two pet dogs both the same colour. They’re just different.

Juniper’s Daughter descended into the ocean’s depths. It was a nice sunny spring day. Nobody saw her for she was miles from land. She took her time “flying” under the sea. As in flight, the principles were the same, but down here there were fish and whales to avoid plus water was denser than air. There was no rush. Her viewing window was operating and the witch enjoyed the view of coloured fish and shipwrecks on the seabed. It was just like Captain Nemo and his Nautilus. Each trip down here was different. It was like flying, nothing was ever the same. The planet and natural world were forever in motion and change. As long as it was positive change that was fine.

Coming to her second ship she slowed and lowered the landing legs. These were of corrosion resistant alloy like the hull. The hull was strong to support the weight but the witch was methodical. The ship’s landing legs were designed to do a job and that’s what they would do. Her disc settled on the flat ocean bottom. She shut down the systems by flicking her wrist. The craft read her mind and went into standby mode. The witch formed a tunnel in the water from one craft to the other and was supported by a wall of water. Even though the pressure was immense at this depth there were no issues. She walked on dry land and marvelled at the wall of water arcing up over her. Yes, Mother Nature was truly wonderful. It was so sad that the world was always in threat from Satan. That was why she was here.

She went to her other craft and looked at it, and then back to the one she had arrived in. Both identical and both unique. Nodding in satisfaction, Juniper’s Daughter opened the entry door. The other automatically closed. She climbed aboard and checked the systems. All were as they should be. She stored her small travel bag and powered up the ship. Like the trip here the return trip was the same through the sea and amazing fish until she broached the surfaces and flew like a bird. She kept her speed low and enjoyed the trip back to Puerto Rico. There was something adorable about the clouds, the sun on the sea and the blue sky. It was superbly serene. This was the best part of her job. She slowly returned to her alien mountain base. There was work to be done and a mission in the Balkans to carry out.

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About the Authors

Born in Oldham, a Lancashire mill town, in 1971, Nick Armbrister has lived in various places and now in SE Asia. Has many interests include writing, studying history, military aviation, current affairs. He loves Gothic music and metal, likes the 1980s for what is was (trash decade!), loves tattoos and wants more. His writing is both varied and broad covering many subjects in poetry and stories. His work has been published in zines, online, in anthologies, and he has worked with several international writers/poets/authors.

 

 

 

Burn Or Jump?

 

 

Burn Or Jump?

While the flames were burning he thought of her. Only of her. Soon he would be with her if he stayed here. Three miles above the earth in a burning bomber plane. The Lancaster on fire and he had no parachute. Soon the bomber would explode or burn up. Either way he was screwed. Should he jump out into the freezing air? He would escape the flames and heat. He would fall at terminal velocity and hit the ground then be reunited with here. Even if she left him and treated him badly then died. He still loved her. That was all that mattered.

 

In the last few seconds the flames got worse, louder. Louder than the engines which still spun at full power. I have to get out of here! Now my love Larna. Soon now. He went to the hatch. A cabin window suddenly blew in and flames and smoke entered. Now, I go now. He kicked the hatch open with effort.

 

War is Hell. Ask any soldier who had served or been shot at.