Torture The Widow

Chapter 35 – Kuwait City Shit Dip

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"Oh my God, this can't be happening," I whispered to myself as my hands slipped beneath the surface of the trough of warm shit. It had the consistency of the runny chocolate pudding they serve in the hospital's mess hall. I and three other Army nurses were about to be immersed in raw sewage headfirst. I'd passed out at the party from too much booze and hashish. I had no idea how I got to where I was.

We four were naked and strapped on two large wheels located in what I took to be a subterranean chamber under Kuwait City. My arms and feet were painfully stretched to the verge of dislocation. The curvature of the wheel against my back made me feel like my spine was about to snap. The wheels resembled a water wheel like you would find in a quaint New England town. They had to be ten feet high. But water did not make the wheel turn. Its driving force was a steady thick flow of shit from the city sewers.

I turned my head to see the other wheel on the far side of the trough. Nancy and Amy were tied to that wheel. Nancy's head had just started to emerge from the brown gunk as a screaming Amy headed below. Marcy was strapped to the other side of my wheel. I could hear her gasping for breath as she emerged from the putrid semi-liquid mixture. I couldn't see her but I could hear her spiting and shrieking as she attempted to clear the sewage out of her mouth and nostrils.

I head the snap of a whip and the wheel jerk slightly as one of the fat cretins landed his flogger across Marcy's abdomen. Marcy's full-throated scream echoed off the ancient stonewalls. The sound of floggers on female flesh immediately followed by screams drew my attention to the other wheel. Two other goons had begun to flog Nancy and Amy. Each time the flogger landed, a spray of shit splattered into the air. There were a half dozen naked dungeon keepers around us each one equipped with a very evil-looking nine stranded cat-of-nine the kind where the tip of each strand ends in a Turks Head knot designed to peel the flesh off your body.

The smell was so overpowering it was hard to think. I tool a deep breath as my elbows disappeared in the brown gunk. My stomach did a flip-flop as I felt my hair being submerged. Then ever so slowly I sensed the thick mixture reaching the top of my head then my forehead. I closed my eyes determined not to scream and open my mouth. But just as my nostrils passed below the surface, a flogger landed on my tightly stretched abdomen wrenching a scream from me that I could not control. Half way through my cry of pain, my mouth filled with the excrement of a filthy Arab city.

How had I come to be there? I'd been back from bereavement leave for less than a week. There had been a lot of things to catch up on at the hospital. The ORs were scheduled for round the clock operation. There had been a big offensive near Mosul generating numerous casualties. But by Friday the situation had calmed down and the weekend looked quiet. Saturday morning I was catching up on my rest when Marcy showed up in my quarters with a strange request. She'd brought me a cup of coffee to atone for waking me up

"Rozz, I need you to help make a video I can send to Gil," announced Marcy sitting down on the edge of my bed.

"What have you got there, Marcy?" I asked referring to the long flat molded plastic case and the tripod-mounted video camera she was carrying. I was familiar with the video camera. It was the one we used in the OR to film operations where we wanted a consulting surgeon to view the surgery and offer his expert advice. A satellite transmitted the video to John Hopkins. It was very high resolution. I didn't think Marcy planned to uplink her video to a satellite. I suspected we were going to be making amateur porn.

The molded case looked like it was made for a base guitar but I didn't think for one moment that was what was inside. Marcy was my best friend in the service. I knew she didn't know how to play any musical instrument except the skin flute so I was curious.

"Gil sent me this from Bangkok," said Marcy opening the case. Gil was her husband, a Marine Captain assigned to embassy guard duty in the capital of Thailand. Gil and Marcy had what was called an 'open' marriage. They both fucked around on each other then sent steamy emails and digital video files to document their adultery. Trace and I considered them a fun couple and we had partied with them on occasion. Partied in the sense that I had fucked Gil and he had put the stones to Marcy.

Periodically they exchanged these 'can you top this," videos. The last one Marcy received showed Gil and two of his fellow embassy guards triple penetrating a Thai girl who looked to be young enough to be in grammar school. Visitors come to Thailand from all over the planet with one thing in mind, sex with the under aged. It makes for a lively tourist industry. Gil told Marcy that high-ranking military officers own the brothels with the youngest girls so he gets a courtesy discount.

The plastic case contained something that you could only find in a pervert's heaven like Bangkok. It was a set of dildos fixed to a base or track. The dildo's got progressively longer and thicker as you moved along the track.

"You put it on the floor and squat over the dildo then lower yourself down. Whoever can get the largest in their pussy wins," advised Marcy. When I think of it, its use was pretty obvious.

It reminded me of one of those candelabras they had at the Catholic Church where I attended as a schoolgirl. The candles are small at one end and get larger as you go to the other end.

I suppose I never told you that I attended Catholic schools and even thought about being a nun when I was a young girl. I've come a long way since those days. I recalled how a few years ago, I'd participated in a Black Mass at the Hellfire Club dressed as a penguin aka Sister of Mercy and engaged in anal intercourse on the altar as a defrocked priest fed me a urine soaked communion wafer. That was one fucking wild night. Oh well, that's another story and I digress.

The smallest dildo at the end was marked 6x3. I took that to mean six inches in length and three inches in circumference. The next one was 7x3.5. The largest was 16x8, a size I considered a novelty item only suitable for gays who wanted their butthole stretched.

"So what do you planning to do with it?" I asked.

"According to the instructions you lay it out in the floor and have a contest to see who can take the biggest faux dick in their pussy or ass," repeated Marcy staring at the instruction pamphlet she took out of the case.

"And Gil wants you to video the contest and send him a copy," I said.

"Yep, are you game?" asked Marcy.

"Yes if you will give me a copy to email to my father-in-law," I said knowing General Donaldson loved to watch that kind of sex play among the troops.

"Of course, I've also invited Nancy and Amy to play. I plan to use the Men's Shower Room. Say you'll do it I've already sent an email inviting all the staff that's not on duty."

"I hope that thing came with some lube," I said eying the largest of the twat busters. Marcy had a habit of presenting me with a fait accompli then making it sound like I had a choice

"It sure did. My sweetie thought of everything," said Marcy holding up a giant economy size bottle of lubricant. I had never seen lubricant in that size. It looked like something you would find at a Sam's or a Costco or in a shithole like Bangkok where they probably sell an institutional size to the brothels.

An hour later, Marcy, Nancy, Amy, and me were in the Men's Shower Room. The word had spread though the officer's quarters that something exciting was about to happen and the place was crowded with horny men and a few equally horny nurses. Most of the crowd was already jerking off. KC, the black female anesthetist had brought a plastic shower chair and was seated with her legs thrown over the arms. Arnold, the skinny white orthopedic surgeon who functioned as her part time slave was kneeling between her legs slurping her snatch when we arrived.

Marcy spread her toy along the center of the tile floor. It was a good twelve feet long when the two sections were placed end to end. I was having second thoughts when I saw how large the dildos on the end were. I use my pussy often and receive considerable pleasure from it. I did not want to ruin it

Someone had brought one of those waterproof boom boxes to the shower and it was blaring rock-and-roll music. We'd decided on two contests, vaginal and anal. Each contestant would squat over the dildo and lower herself to bury it. All four would do the smallest one then the next smallest and so on. If you couldn't bury that rubber dick in your twat you dropped out. The first one to quit ate the winner's pussy. The second drop out munched the runner up's rug.

Marcy announced the contest to the crowd then we four got naked to the hoots and catcalls of the soldiers. Several of the soldiers decided to join us on the nakedness front and before long the shower room was crowded with the nude bodies of Uncle Sam's finest. The soldiers started placing bets as the contest began. The early favorite was Nancy who was generally regarded as having slept with more men and women soldiers in Central Command than any of her compatriots. Nancy had a genuine love of cock that combined with her desire to be helpful and her less than brilliant IQ created situations that sometimes got out of hand.

Once Nancy decided to give a mortally wounded Private a final blowjob. The chaplain had just left. Apparently the soldier was Catholic and the priest had given him last rites. Nancy was Catholic too, raised in a convent. She didn't want the soldier to arrive at the Pearly Gates unsatisfied so she got busy and sucked him hard no small achievement in itself given that he had lost a lot of blood.

I happened in on the scene. I just watched for a while. Nancy was giving it everything she had to get the GI off one final time. But it wasn't happening. Finally, she looked up and saw me standing in the doorway.

"Give me a hand, Rozz, I can't get Sgt. Tomlinson to blow his load," said a desperate looking Nancy.

"Maybe that's because he is dead. Look at the monitor. There's no pulse, respiration and unless I'm reading the display wrong, he's flat lined," I said gesturing toward the machine that monitored his vital signs.

"He's still hard. Didn't they teach you in nursing school to never give up on a patient?" said Nancy.

Nancy was holding a very large and erect looking cock in her hand slowly fisting it as she sucked on the head.

"I don't know, Nancy. Looks like a lost cause," I said.

"Please, just give it a try," pleaded Nurse Nancy.

"All right," I said walking the few steps to the side of the bed. I leaned down and took the Sergeant's cockhead in my mouth as Nancy switched to licking and sucking his balls. The thought occurred to me that when it came to cocksucking with the dead I was no longer a virgin.

I was about to give up and tell Nancy that it was hopeless when I felt the Sergeant's body relax and my mouth filled with semen.

"Share, girlfriend," demanded Nancy pushing her lips to mine and sticking her tongue in my mouth. I forced a portion of the load into Nancy's mouth and we kissed swapping saliva and cum back and forth before we swallowed the residue. The action had gotten the two of us aroused so we pushed each other's uniform trousers down, climbed on the bed beside the Sergeant's corpse and got into a torrid sixty-nine. Our noisy mutual orgasm must have attracted a crowd because when I looked up face soaked in Nancy's pussy juice there was the Head of Surgery, Dr. Needham and several staff along with the Chaplain watching us.

"Please, show a little respect for the dead," said Doctor Needham shaking his head and laughing as he walked away.

Nancy later confided in me that she had gotten the Sergeant to blow his load by sticking her finger up his ass and mashing his prostate. "That always works. I should have thought of it sooner," was her comment. After that I swore off giving blowjobs to the deceased. I only tell the story to illustrate that my fellow contestants were not exactly squeamish when it comes to matters sexual.

Nancy's sidekick Amy was known for having screwed an entire company of Marines during a firefight at Ramadi. Her medivac helicopter had been damaged and forced to land. Mortars and RPGs had the Marines pinned down. Our little warrior-whore was trapped in a bunker when she decided to engage in a one-woman morale-raising episode. She gave each of the forty-four Marines a half and half during the four hours they were waiting for the armor to fight its way through the streets. She also cared for the wounded by swallowing their load. Even the battle hardened Marines were impressed when the plucky nurse pulled down the drawers of four captured insurgents and sucked them off. Amy is semi-famous for sucking and fucking under fire.

We decided to go by rank for the vaginal round. That made me first followed by Marcy then Nancy and Amy. We would reverse the order for the anal round. I lubed up my hole and its immediate surroundings playing with my clit to get into a positive frame of mind. Then I squatted over the smallest dildo and easily buried it in my snatch. There was a nice round of applause.

Things did not start to get tight until we reached 8.5x5 considerably larger than the average pecker. I positioned the head of the dildo in my opening then slowly lowered my cunt. It was tight. I allowed my body weight to bring me to the point where the latex balls were nestled against my butthole.

"Rozz, look at the camera," called Lt. Morris who was standing there with a hard on focusing the camera.

Amy, the smallest of the four of us struggled to fit the 8.5x5 in her hole. She began sweating profusely and she had to raise and lower herself several times before she got it all the way in her cunt.

The 10x5 was where we lost Amy. She gave it everything she had but a 110 pound, 5'4" woman can only take so much cock. She just could not get the last three inches inside her. She struggled and grunted causing the release of a very loud and embarrassing fart occasioning much laughter. She had to give up. You can't fit ten pounds of shit in a five-pound bag was how my dead husband Trace would have characterized it.

At 11x5.5, it was down to Marcy and me. Nancy in spite of a valiant effort could not handle the 11x5.5. It just wouldn't go. I had to work hard to take it all. It really felt weird to force that much latex in my hole. And force is the correct term; it did not slide in willingly. I used my body weight to make it happen. A sweat drenched Marcy managed to fill her twat with the 11x5.5 so we moved on.

"You two lay on your backs and show us your pussy," yelled Herman who was directing our amateur video.

Herman took the camera lens into our wide-open holes for an inside the pussy shot. Around us, flashes occurred as our fellow soldiers recorded the phenomenon for posterity.

"Lube me up, Herman," I said lying on my back then going into a shoulder stand. I separated my legs so Herman was looking straight down into my cunt. He pointed and squeezed the large plastic bottle and a stream of lubricant went straight into my open hole.

"God, Rozz, you are really opened up," said Herman putting several fingers into my vagina to demonstrate to me that my pussy was stretched.

I made it through the 12x6 and the 13x6.5 as did Marcy but I managed to win by successfully impaling myself on the 14x7. Poor Marcy went half way down and just couldn't force the rest into her coochie. That left me the winner but the crowd wanted to see more. I decided to skip the 15x7.5 and go for the ultimate.

Once again Herman filled my well to the brim with Bangkok slickum. I straddled the 16x8. Oil dripped out of my snatch onto the latex cockhead. I took a deep breath and using my fingers guided that mega dick into my entrance.

Trace always said one of the things he admired about me was that I was a plunger, a risk taker. I took a deep breath and as I exhaled I shot my feet out from under me. I screamed as my body weight carried me downward until my bottom landed with a splat on latex balls. I felt like someone had stuck a log up my pussy. Dozens of flashes fired. I pictured the Internet being overwhelmed as images of my achievement were transmitted around the world.

Everyone applauded as Herman helped my up. He had to place one foot on the track to hold the dildo down as I painfully extracted it from my love tunnel. It felt like my guts were being sucked out. Someone had placed a pair of chairs in the shower and Marcy and I got to sit down while Nancy and Amy ate pussy in front of the entire hospital staff.

I begged off the anal contest preferring the role of a spectator and not wanting to hog the glory. Cherie, another nurse took my place. Marcy won the anal with Nancy runner up. Cherie and Amy got to rim their very open butt holes. This was brown lips work but these girls were Army tough. Cherie and Amy didn't hesitate for a second as they attacked the shit coated anus of their comrades in arms.

It was lunchtime and the contest was about over when a new nurse showed up and began to give us down the road. That turned out to be a big mistake on her part.

"You're a disgusting group of perverts and a disgrace to the uniform," screamed Lt. Beverly Randolph striding into the Men's Shower Room. Someone had told her what was going on and she had rushed in to let us know her opinion. Lt. Randolph had arrived from training two weeks ago while I was still on leave. She was brand new to this woman's army.

"Calm down, Beverly, we're just having some fun," said Marcy in a conciliatory tone. I might mention that Marcy was seated holding her legs up so Cherie's tongue had unimpeded access to her shit-streaked anus. Cherie and Amy were making noisy slurping sounds as they licked and sucked butt.

"I'm going to report this behavior to CentCom," yelled Beverly her face full of rage. I hadn't really met Lt. Beverly Randolph but I had heard she was both brand new and the product of a college located in South Carolina called Bob Jones University. Marcy had told me it was a Christian evangelical school where the mere act of holding hands on campus with your boy friend could get you expelled.

"Cool it, Lieutenant, we're just having a little fun. It's been a tough week," said Herman the hospital's assistant director and a man with little tolerance for prudes.

"This is not fun. It is Godless unchristian behavior that is against everything this county stands for. Captain Donaldson, you should be ashamed of yourself. The other nurses look up to you," yelled Lt. Randolph pointing in my direction.

I'd heard enough at that point. I didn't need some little twerp lieutenant calling my morals into question especially since I didn't have any.

"I think we should let the Lieutenant play a round of Bangkok pussy stretch," I said to the gathering. Herman and several of the other men must have thought that was a great idea because they hurriedly removed the struggling Lieutenant's uniform as she screamed rape and made all kinds of threats. Men including doctors love to get rough with a recalcitrant woman and force her to perform sexual acts. It's amazing how quickly they form a pack and attack a helpless female. That's one of the things I love about them. Unfortunately for Herman and his kind, it was hard to think of a sexual act that the hospital's nurses would not willingly perform enthusiastically.

"Hold her legs apart," I directed as I squirted my palm full of lube. I'm not sure whether it was a religious thing or not but Beverly Randolph had a full bush, a thick mesh of curly black hair reaching from hip to hip. Using my fingers I worked some lube into that hirsute valley then stood back as Herman and the others impaled Beverly on the 6x3.

"Stop, I'm a virgin," screamed Beverly as they forced her down on the latex spike.

I was of the opinion that loss of virginity required penetration by a real cock but maybe the rules were different for evangelical Christians. Beverly screeched and wailed as her pussy engulfed the 6x3. Beverly's blubbering brought out the animal in her male handlers who pulled her off the 6x3 to skewer her on the 8x4. From her pleas for mercy, moans of discomfort and agonizing screams I gathered she was not having a good time. Her legs were kicking as the men shoved her down on the 8x4 until her bottom touched the tile floor. They put their feet on the top of her thighs and pushed hard. There was not question that every inch of the 8x4 was in Beverly's hole.

Up they lifted the squalling female only to once again place her over the 10x5.

"Let's see how big we can make her pussy," said Herman.

Beverly's face showed real fear as she felt that cock head at the entrance to her hole. Three men were holding her one on each leg and one was holding her arms behind her back. Beverly sounded an ear splitting scream as another two hundred pound man pushed down on top of her shoulders slowly wedging that 10x5 column in her virgin twat. The poor woman was in hysterics. The video camera was capturing everything for our later enjoyment.

"Enough, let her go," I ordered. I was afraid they were going to try for the 12x6 and I didn't want to spend my Saturday afternoon in the OR assisting a surgeon stitch up Beverly's snatch.

Herman, however, wasn't quite over his mad. For an excellent doctor and a first class thoracic surgeon he had anger issues.

"Hold her mouth open," ordered Herman to one of his helpers.

Beverly gagged and choked as Herman put his cock to her lips and pissed. His buddies seeing the fun that could be had by peeing on a wretched female painfully impaled on a huge dildo joined him. A good half dozen males drenched a sobbing Beverly in strong yellow.

Fun over the crowd quickly disappeared leaving Beverly covered in urine and in an extreme split that made it appear her hips were dislocated. Her butt was resting on the cold tiles and her cunt obscenely stretched around that column of latex.

"Help me get her up, Marcy," I said taking one of Beverly's arms and attempting to lift her. She was stuck.

It took several attempts before we could get a screaming and sobbing Beverly fully free of the dildo. I shoved her under the shower and washed her hair. Then I sat her down in a shower chair.

"Spread your legs over the chair arms," I ordered as I grabbed a razor and a can of shaving cream.

Beverly was a broken woman. She did as I said. At considerable effort and aided by Amy, I shaved her twat.

"Clean and sweet as a newborn infant's pussy," I said when we were done.

"It's not the way God intended for women to look," whined Beverly looking at her bald snatch through tear filled eyes.

"I'm not going to have a nurse under my command walking around with a hairy beaver. Now keep it like that in the future. That's an order," I said.

I put a robe over her and walked her back to my quarters. I made her take a couple of Vicodin and put her in my bed and climbed in with her. I spent the rest of the afternoon napping and teaching her to eat my pussy. Her shower room experience had broken her will to resist. I didn't think we would be getting any more lectures from Lt. Beverly Randolph.

Beverly and I were sound asleep when the telephone rang. It was Marcy.

"I know where there is going to be a fantastic party in Kuwait City," said Marcy. "It's at a new palace and it is going to be fabulous."

I'd been to several parties at the palaces in Kuwait City. They were incredible, exotic food, lots of dancing, sex, and drugs. Of course, I agreed to go. I got up to get dressed leaving an exhausted and drugged Beverly asleep. She was in no shape to party or I would have taken her. Lucky for her I didn't.

As I came sputtering out of the shit bath the dungeon master laid into me with the whip landing the flogger across my tits. The pain was hellish. He whipped down my body until the wheel took me too high for him to reach. I had a whip free moment then his buddy began on the other side. All four of us were begging for them to stop. I only shut up when my head went below the surface.