Introduction: In a sense there is a connection to this story and several other non-magic stories I’ve written. Two characters from Mike and Ashley show up briefly. They would be Mike and Ashley. This story, Like “Mike and Ashley”, “Discovery”, and “Cynthia and the Queen of Knight” takes its storyline from the work of someone else. In this case, a production by an Italian fellow named Joseph Green. The story is 16 chapters in length plus an epilogue. I’ve done as much tweaking as I can. Any errors are mine and I will gladly accept constructive criticism; as long as you’re nice.

As unexpected as it might have been, Anita and Peter’s romance takes off. They are going to have to be very careful.
 

“So, what are we going to do?” Anita asked after Peter had his emotions under control. “I never thought I would ever be attracted to a man, especially after what happened. That’s the strangest thing, because I did feel an attraction to you. You carry off your disguise very well. When, I first saw your picture I noticed something about you. You were drinking a cup of coffee at a restaurant, and you were holding the cup in a rather effeminate way.”

“I have to watch that. I’m just more comfortable that way. Mannerisms like that got me in a lot of trouble when I was in boarding school. I was bullied constantly. I hated school in Italy, so they sent me to the US. I found a coach who sympathized with me. He helped me muscle up and taught me how to protect myself. It took a while, but I could finally hold my own. I gained quite a bit of respect, but the inner me never went away. I was just a lot more confident.

“I never came out to anyone except my two friends in Clarksville. I would spend weekends with her and her partner, and they would teach me things. Those were happy times, because I could be comfortable with them.

“It wasn’t a sex thing. I was just their friend, and they were very sympathetic. They obviously knew I was Italian, and that I was very uncomfortable with the macho Italian image. With them, I was just another girl, a friend. I could be myself.”

“That had to be tough. Does anyone here have any idea?”

“Not as far as I know. Eleonora has insisted that we remain pure until the wedding. That wasn’t a difficult decision on my part. Of course remaining pure didn’t include her relationships with several women.”

“Okay, back to the original question. What are we going to do? I have a mission, and that is to help bring the entire Costa organization down. May I count on your help?”

“Absolutely, as I said before, you are my only hope of getting away from here. I will do everything possible to help you without giving us away.”

Marietta made it known several weeks later that she was interested in spending some time with Anita. Tommaso was somewhere in South America, probably working on a cocaine shipment. Maria had gone back to her husband in the compound area. As Anita was turning out the light after making the preparations for the morning meal, Marietta showed up wearing an elaborate robe. She nodded towards the door leading to Anita’s cottage.

Anita thought it best to freshen up before she joined her boss’s wife in bed. It became obvious very quickly that Marietta was starved for love. She let Anita take charge very early on. She was very appreciative of the attention Anita payed to her, and eventually reciprocated.

“Thank you, my dear,” she said as she cuddle closely. “You did not disappoint me. I think I will keep you.” After that, she would return about once a week. There was no question that Tommaso knew what was going on, but with rare exceptions, Marietta would only approach Anita when Tommaso was away on business.

Eleonora was a different matter. She knocked on Anita’s door three nights after Anita and Marietta’s first tryst. At first she tried to give the impression of being a dom, but Anita would have nothing to do with it. She realized rather quickly that Eleonora was putting on an act. It didn’t work. Anita overpowered her rather easily. She wasn’t into the dom/sub thing, but if that’s what it took, then that’s what she’d do.

Anita and Peter would run together almost every morning. They would warm up behind the others who were going through the mandatory fitness program. Anita unintentionally was the ‘rabbit’, and she heard many of the men saying in a joking manner what they would like to do to her if they caught her. None of them actually had an idea what she was capable of. It was June, beginning of the tropical storm season when things took a turn.

The rather ornate cross she wore proved to be a significant asset. She was able to provide updates and a few pictures. Taking pictures was rather risky because it would look like she was warding something off with the cross. But she did manage to get some details about the place out to headquarters. “Q” and his crew’s invention had already proved itself to be very worthy.

Anita found her affection toward Peter to be growing and it was difficult to hide it. She knew it had a lot to do with the ‘hidden’ Peter. Anita didn’t hate men, and never had. She had good male friends throughout school and the military. She did hate rapists and had good reason to.

A tropical storm was brewing east of Martinique, and would soon be entering the Caribbean southeast of Haiti. It was expected to stay south of the island before turning northwest between the Yucatan and Cuba before turning into a hurricane and impacting northern Mexico and southern Texas. The physical conditioning program would normally go on rain or shine. They had started their run even though lightning was flashing just of the coast; however, when lighting hit the far corner of the wall. That ended the program for that morning. The rain came in torrents and the men broke for the barracks. Peter and Anita headed for their respective quarters. At the last second, Anita pulled Peter into her cottage.

“We need to talk.” She started stripping off her outer clothing, not paying much attention to Peter’s discomfort.

“Er, okay.”

“Does Eleonora know how you feel about me? I get the feeling we are not quite as opaque as we think we are.”

“I think she suspects I have feelings for you. She’s hinted at it. I think she’s jealous of you, and I don’t know why. She knows our arrangement is strictly political. There are others out there, but they know her reputation. Besides, her father doesn’t want to bring someone in from another organization.

“Jesus Christ, it’s cold in here.”

“Come here,” Anita said as she turned up the thermostat a bit. She stripped off his soaked clothing, removed her bra and panties, and pulled him into the large shower with her.

“Anita, what …?”

“Don’t worry about it. We’re just girls if it bothers you.”

She soaped him down before asking him to return the favor. He hesitated briefly, before she pulled his hand with the bar of soap to her breast and had him gently pull the bar across her nipples. He became less tentative after a while noting his pale hands in contrast with her mahogany skin. He hesitated a bit at her pubic mound, but she encouraged him downward. It wasn’t long before he was nursing at her beautiful breasts.

Stepping out of the shower she quickly dried as he did the same thing. Then she grabbed his hand pulling him to her king sized bed.

“I guess now’s the time,” she said as she pulled his now warm body to her.

“But, I’ve never ….”

“I haven’t either. At least not when it counts. I think we can do this, and I think we need to find something out. Let’s enjoy the moment.” She pulled him on top of her and he came only seconds after reaching her depths.

“That’s okay. We have more time before we have to get the day started. Let’s enjoy being close while we can.” She pulled him to her like a larger husband would his smaller wife. They kissed and caressed each other. It took a little while but eventually she knew she was ready, and there was no doubt he was.

“I’m on top this time. Let’s see if we can control things a little.” This time it was good, very good.

“Anita, you’ve never made love to a man before, right? What just happened? I don’t think I understand.”

“It wasn’t as difficult as I thought it would be. I just looked into those beautiful brown eyes of yours. I looked into your soul. That was all it took.”

That’s when the lights went out. The big generator kicked on for a moment, but the lights kept dimming and brightening. Then they just browned out. Leaving them in the storm darkened early morning. It may not have been a hurricane yet, but it was very windy and the rain was torrential.

“I’d better get my ass in gear. Most everyone is gone, and I’m in charge of security until father gets back.” He put his wet clothes on again, and kissed her before he went out the door.

“My God, what have I done?” Anita said quietly to herself. “You did exactly what you intended to do.” she replied. “And you liked it,” she added.

The lights came on an hour later, but the generator was toast. Anita managed to get a message off through her phone, letting HQ know that the compound was a bit more vulnerable than it had been. The question now was could they get anyone in to repair the generator. The torrential rains had washed out the roads leading to Port au Prince.

They made love again two nights later. They woke early in the morning with her wrapped around him. He quietly slipped back to his quarters.

Tommaso, Marietta, Eleonora, and Adolpho Mongini returned two days later, after the weather had settled a bit. Anita was able to pick on the buzz. Apparently, Costa had secured a billion dollar cocaine deal with a major producer in Colombia. This also entailed some hefty bribes of the local authorities; well hefty in relation to the sad economy of the area. The outfall of all of this was that there was to be a major banquet in a few weeks. Eleonora brought a suggested menu she and her mother had put together. Anita didn’t feel it would be a problem other than they would have to go to Port au Prince for most of the items, and the road was still impassable. The telephone land lines were still out, but cell phone communications was still up, but unreliable.

The second problem was the generator. Costa had some good technicians to take care of the boats, helicopters, communications, and IT; however, the fried generator was beyond their capabilities. The closest distributor was in Santo Domingo in the Dominican Republic next door, but they had nothing could come close to the 1.5 megawatt generator. The company that made the generator said they would have to send a technician to see what the damage was and what it would take to get it running. Of course the roads were still impassable. There was one bit of good news for Costa. The generator was still under warranty. The company would send their own technicians at their expense. But getting them there would be a different matter.

As the days and weeks passed, Anita discovered more and more how deeply evil Tommaso Costa and his henchmen were. The concubines were confined to the area of the barracks, gymnasium and chow hall. The exceptions were Maria and two other young girls who had the good fortune or misfortune to have married the men they had been assigned to. All three girls were pregnant. The youngest couldn’t have been more than 14; however, that wasn’t that unusual in Haiti.

The first real atrocity Anita witnessed was when one of the older concubines attempted to escape. According to Maria, the young woman had been in trouble before. It was a bit like three strikes and you’re out. They confined her to a cell until the next morning. Then they brought her out so that all the other prisoner could watch her being whipped. The purpose was to intimidate the concubines. It didn’t matter to the young woman. They forcibly marched and dragged her to the crypt, threw her in, locked the door, and then turned on the valve on a nitrogen tank. Some of the young girls were crying as they were marched back to the chow hall to what would me a mostly uneaten breakfast. The woman’s body was taken out to sea the next day.

Anita noticed that day that there were two young teenaged boys among the concubines.

The team from the generator manufacturer shows up to see if they can fix it; however, they are there to fix far more than that.