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Over the Hills and Far Away	By : OpenPage Category: 1 through F > 21 Jump Street Views: 2102 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own 21JS or the characters. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. All characters and events in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is coincidental.

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I have dedicated this fic to my loyal reader Kundry Athalia who has stroked my ego with her lovely reviews on my previous stories. Without her help with all the Spanish translations needed for this tale, I would never have been able to put my thoughts onto paper. So thank you for all your help and kind words Kundry Athalia, as you already know, I appreciate it greatly my friend.
It must also be noted that I originally got the idea for this tale from Rita ’s story “Coming Home” I emailed Rita to ask if I could write a story based on her storyline and she replied by saying that she was happy for me to do it. So thank you Rita!
All chapter names are Pink Floyd song titles. There is really no reason for this except that they seem to fit with the theme of my story and I love Pink Floyd.
This is my take on what could have happened in the 21 Jump Street episode “La Bizca” where Hanson and Penhall travel to El Salvador to try and find Doug’s wife Marta, who has disappeared during the Salvadoran Civil War after being deported from the US.
Set in the early 1990s, Tom and Doug are traveling through the dense forest of El Salvador with the El Salvador Freedom Fighters (The Rebels) in search of Doug’s wife Marta who was last known to be living at a farm co-operative call El Triunfo (The Triumph). Part way through their journey, they are kidnapped by Government Soldiers and are held for days and violently tortured. When The Freedom Fighters storm the government compound, they manage to rescue Doug but Tom cannot be found. Doug has no choice but to continue on his journey and when he arrives at his wife’s village, he finds out that she has been murdered by soldiers. Marta’s sister Rosina asks Doug to take her six-year-old son Clavo back to America until he is old enough to return and fight for The Rebels.
Since Tom’s disappearance, Dennis Booker has left Jump Street and is now working as a Private Investigator. Whilst the rest of the Jump Street team have moved on with their lives, he has spent the last two years actively searching for Hanson when he finally gets the call he has been praying for.
Please note that I have never been to El Salvador. My descriptions are based on what was shown in the Jump Street episode “La Bizca” and what I have researched on the internet. Any inaccuracies are purely because of my ignorance on the subject and I beg your forgiveness.
Doug Penhall heard the screech of the door bolt sliding back and he sat up with a jolt, crying out as his bruised ribs flared from the sudden agitation. The door opened and a soldier threw Hanson’s limp body onto the floor before slamming the door closed again and sliding the bolt back into place. Crawling through the straw that lay scattered on the cement floor, Doug pulled Tom’s battered body into his arms. Hanson cried out in pain as Doug attempted to make a pillow from the hay and placed it under Tom’s head. Once satisfied that Tom was reasonably comfortable, Penhall scrambled slowly back to the corner of the room and curling into a ball, he fell into a pain-filled sleep.
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A terrified shriek woke Doug and he fought in vain to prevent the soldiers from dragging Tom from the room. When the door banged shut, tears of fear and frustration spilled from his eyes. It was the third time the soldiers had taken Hanson away and each time he returned, the young Jump Street officer’s face and body bore evidence of the torture the soldiers were inflicting. All through the night, Doug tried to block out the sound of Tom’s tormented screams and then just before daybreak, an eerie silence hung heavy in the stifling early morning air. Doug waited for Tom to return but hours passed and no one unlocked the door. Late in the day, he heard the distant volley of gunfire and he struggled to his feet, leaning against the wall for support. The sound of shooting and angry voices gradually became louder until they were right outside the room. The door suddenly crashed open to reveal a gun-toting rebel who beckoned urgently for him to follow. Hobbling down the long, dark corridor, Doug looked desperately around him, searching for any sign of Hanson. Once outside, he begged with his rescuers to find his friend. Rosina and Paco went back into the compound but returned twenty minutes later and reported that Tom was not in the building or the surrounding area. They explained to Doug that it was common for the soldiers to take a hostage as a “pet” and keep him for their own amusement. Not wanting to believe that his best friend was gone, Penhall ignored the pain raging through his body and ran back into the dilapidated building, searching every room for any sign of Tom. Re-entering the building, Rosina eventually found Doug in a corner, crying inconsolably for his lost friend. She gently coaxed him out, explaining that if they were to make El Triunfo by nightfall, they needed to get moving.
In a state of shock, Doug clambered to his feet and followed the rebels back into the jungle, not knowing if he would ever see his friend again.
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Lying on the moss covered jungle floor, Tom could just make out five men sitting around a fire drinking tequila. His tethered arms ached painfully behind his back and he had lost the feeling in his feet from the tight binding around his ankles. He was exhausted from the humidity and the searing pain that ran through his entire body. They had walked for hours through the jungle and when Hanson thought he could no longer continue, a soldier pushed him roughly to the ground and bound his ankles to prevent him from escaping. The men had cooked some sort of food on the campfire but had not offered any to Tom. He was hungry and dehydrated but most of all he was terrified. Terrified of what had happened to Penhall and terrified of what was to become of him. He had already suffered unspeakable torture at the hands of his captors and he did not know how much more his body could take.
As the tequila flowed, the men’s voices became louder and they laughed raucously at jokes Hanson could not understand. After several hours, they struggled drunkenly to their feet and staggered over to where he was laying. The largest of the men reached down and grabbing a handful of Tom’s hair, he pulled him to his feet. The man held him firm whilst another man squatted on the ground and untied the strap around his ankles. Unable to feel his feet, Tom only managed to stand because the burly Salvadoran held him upright. Laughing hysterically, the man on the ground, unbuttoned Hanson’s jeans and ripped down the zipper. Tom immediately started to struggle. “NO!” he screamed, as the man quickly removed his jeans and boxers. “Oh Jesus! No! Please NO!”
The large man threw Tom face first onto the ground and kneeling down, he yanked the young officer’s tethered arms painfully upwards. As his shoulder dislocated, Tom screamed in agony. The men snorted with amusement and the man unzipped his fly and pulled out his erect cock. “Fuck Americano,” he said, laughing loudly as he lay on top of Hanson.
“NO!” Tom cried hysterically when he felt the man’s hard cock pushing against him. “Oh GOD! DON’T! STOP! STOP! STOP!”
With a loud grunt, the man shoved his cock deep into Hanson’s resisting body. The pain for Tom was almost unbearable and he screamed loudly whilst the men laughed at his humiliation and pain. “Cojer el bello Americano!” the other four men chorused, clapping their hands in unison. Several minutes passed and then the soldier’s body shuddered violently as his orgasm hit. A minute later, he stood up, revealing the blood and semen coating Tom’s backside and thighs. Taking a large swig of tequila, a second man climbed on top of Hanson and so it went on until each man reached his climax. When the final rape was over, Tom lay motionless, no longer begging them to stop. Not bothering to redress their prisoner, the large man bound Tom’s legs together before joining his fellow soldiers by the fire and falling asleep.
Laying face down, Tom cried as he breathed in the earthy smell of the jungle floor. The nasal croaking of the Torogoz bird and the earsplitting song of the cicadas drowned out the sound of his sobbing. Curling into the fetal position, he closed his eyes and prayed that Penhall would rescue him before he had to endure any more assaults at the hands of the government soldiers.
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