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Chapter 8
– New Assignment
“I think
Lt. Neely is going to fit right in. You
should have seen her sucking air through a severed cock,” said Major Trevor
combing her hair. Lt. Neely had left
minutes before, limping slightly from the after effects of a deep double
fisting.
“That’s a
true test of a soldier. When you can
breathe through a dead enemy’s piss hole, you’re ready for combat,” said
Captain Caldwell buttoning her blouse.
“We’ve
got an important assignment arriving at 1400,” said Major Trevor.
“Shit,
what’s happening?”
“Azul
Parchai and family ran into a roadblock.
CentCom think he knows where his brother, Kamal, is,” said Major Trevor.
“Family
sounds interesting. What kind of
family?”
“Wife and two teenage daughters.”
“And the
Colonel is giving them to us,” asked Captain Caldwell fighting to control her
excitement at the prospect of interrogating the teenagers?
“Yeah,
he’s confident we can get results quickly,” said Major Trevor.
“The
Colonel made the right decision, especially if young girls are involved,” said Captain Caldwell.
“So its up to us to get them to talk,” said Major Trevor. “If we succeed, it will make the Colonel look
good and General Wallace even better.”
“Speaking
of our chain of command, I finished editing last night’s DVD of General Wallace
and you. Have you got time to review
it?”
“As long
as it’s quick,” said Major Trevor, glancing at her wristwatch.
“I would
never have guessed General Herbert Walker was such a twisted bastard. He seems so straight laced,” said the Captain
opening her laptop computer. While they
waited for the system to complete its startup sequence, the Major walked over
to her desk to use a desktop computer to inquire into the CentCom intelligence
database.
“Azul is
a medical doctor. He’s forty-one. His wife, Soraya, is one too, a
gynecologist. She studied in the
“Request
the Major let me have the youngest.
Young girls are the most fun,” said Captain Caldwell.
“All
right, but be careful. I may need them
as leverage against mom and daddy. And
for that matter, the wife may know something.
She’s not your average Iraqi spouse, dumb as shit and happy to be that
way.”
“Are you
going to let Captain Darcy operate on the wife?
That’d be a riot since she’s a doctor,” said Captain Caldwell.
“Good
idea, Darcy has been getting excellent results.
I dropped by this morning just as she was finishing up with the college
girl Special Ops brought in yesterday.”
“And?”
“Cunt
gave up a weapons cache in Fallujah. She
lasted a while. Her baby making parts
were in a bucket but she still had her clit,” said Major Trevor. “Darcy and I used her to experiment with a
new torture technique called bone scraping.
It was all the rage in the Lubyanka and the Soviets practiced it extensively
in
“Wow!
Makes my pussy wet just thinking about it.
Was it effective?” asked Captain Caldwell.
“It
appeared so. Her screams were off the
charts. I told Darcy to do more research
before we add it to our bag of tricks.
For now, she’s sticking with sexual mutilation.”
“Wonder
what it feels like to lay there while our Doctor wantabe
slowly cuts out all your female parts?
Between no anesthetic and being able to watch, I’m surprised they don’t
wind up in the loony bin.”
“Not fun,
I watched her once. It was a teenager from Takrit. She was barely fifteen and
pretty, had those wide hips made for spitting out little Mohammeds. The Captain cut out each ovary and laid them
on her tits. Next she took out her
uterus. The girl started screaming the
name of every terrorist she knew. The Captain’s one hell of a sadist but an excellent interrogator.”
“Several
of your officers have prevailed on the Captain to recreate their hymen,” said
Captain Caldwell.
“No way,
you’re bullshitting me,” said Major Trevor.
“Although it’s a common enough operation in this shit box of a
country. Why the hell did they do that?”
“According to Lieutenant Morrison, she was too drunk to remember her
deflowerment. Her prom date fed her rum
and coke till she passed out then took her cherry. So she wants to experience the real thing,”
said Captain Caldwell. “Captain Darcy
put a thick cap on her hole so whoever does it is going to have a sore
dick. The Lieutenant is planning some
sort of performance art at our next party. ”
“Sounds very creative.
My deflowering was a wonderful experience. Family and friends surrounded me. There was music, food, and gifts. Dad went first then my uncles. Can you remember loosing yours,” asked Major
Trevor?
“Yes, my
parents went on vacation leaving me in the care of my older brother. His two best buddies by chance also had
little sisters. They all came over the
first night and we had a cherry busting party.
Each boy took his sister’s hymen, and then did the other boy’s
sisters. I took three cocks the first
hour. I was sore as shit the next day.”
“That
must have been fun,” said Major Trevor.
“I also
learned it was far hotter to eat pussy than have a dick squirting pecker snot
down your throat. After the boys took
our cherries, they made us go down on each other. I lost my virginity and ate my first pussy
the same night,” said Captain Caldwell.
“Childhood
is such a challenging time for a girl. A
hysterectomy without any anesthetic should be just the thing to make Dr. Soraya
Parchai tells us all she knows,” said Major Trevor.
“I’ll
make a point of observing Captain Darcy interrogate a prisoner. What usually happens?” asked Captain
Caldwell.
“I’ve
only observed that one case from start to finish. Sergeant Sanders started off by shaving her
bush. You know how these Arab girls
value cunt hair. She got hysterical when
she realized what they were doing,” said the Major.
“Thank
God, the US Army is going to bring these people into the twenty first century.
It’s amazing how backward the women are,” said Captain Caldwell.
“When she
was bare as a baby’s butt, we felt her up and sucked her nipples until they
were an inch long. Sergeant Sanders went
down on her to really humiliate and shame the little bitch. She still had her hymen so the Captain opened
her up with a speculum and removed it in one piece. She went nuts when Darcy stuck it in her
mouth and made her eat it,” said Major Trevor.
“Eating
your own hymen, that sounds hot. Iraqi
girl without a cap is a worthless whore to her family,” said Captain
Caldwell. “Nobody will marry her.”
“Then
the operation begins. Darcy made an
incision from her navel to the top of her clit.
She peeled back the flaps and clamped her open. You could look inside and see all her
plumbing just like in a textbook. The
kid was screaming so loud I wanted to gag her but that would defeat out purpose.”
“They
performed surgery without anesthesia until the 1900s,” said Captain Caldwell.
“And many
died of shock or infection. Next, Darcy
went in with the scalpel and presto; she held up her severed left ovary with
the fallopian tube dangling and dropped it on the girl’s chest. That has to be a sobering moment seeing your
reproductive organs lying on your tits, realizing you will never be a
mother. Your cunt’s only good for
fucking. Then she informed her she
still had one egg factory left and if she talked, she could keep it,” said
Major Trevor.
“What did
the girl do,” asked Captain Caldwell?
“Didn’t talk. She was
a tough one. So Darcy cut out the other
ovary and announced her baby making was officially over.”
“Iraqis
aren’t keen on women who can’t have kids.”
“Let’s
face it. These people are in the stone age when it comes to women’s rights,”
said Major Trevor.
“They
stone lesbians to death. If an Iraqi
family finds their daughter with another girl, they kill her and the law looks
the other way. People are fucking
savages,” said Captain Caldwell.
“Just to
finish my story, by this time the girl was so hysterical she couldn’t talk let
alone give us any information. Darcy
removed her uterus that by the way is a little bitty thing. It must expand like all hell when you get
pregnant. She does it like show and
tell.”
“You’re
kidding. What does she say?”
“Her
Arabic is fluent so it works like a charm.
This is your uterus or as it is more commonly called, the womb. This is where the umbilical cord connects to
the placenta and this is where the baby exits, not that you will ever have one
because you don’t have a womb any more. Then she drops it in a bucket and it makes
a little splash.”
“Did the
girl talk?”
“Our
little miss regained her composure and ratted out where her brother was
hiding.”
“Suppose
she still wasn’t talking?”
“Castration time, Darcy slices off her labia leaving her with no hole cover; then she excises the clit right down to the
root. She removes the nerve ending
connecting to your G-spot. You are
completely neutered.”
“No clit no fun. Has
anybody ever failed to talk during the entire process?”
“Once,
but later she hung herself in her cell.”
“A woman in name only.
But let’s face it. One of these days we may wind up under the surgeon’s
knife for a hysterectomy. My mother’s
had one and so has my aunt,” said Captain Caldwell.
”When
it’s my turn, I’ll demand anesthesia and the doctor won’t be named Darcy,” said
Major Trevor. “Darcy has asked permission to work on male prisoners next.”
“What
does she want to do to them?”
“Change
of sex, she wants to replace the pole with a hole and implant a pair of fake
boobs. She found a primer on sex change
and wants to give it a try.”
“Ooh, now
that sounds interesting. Maybe she should do organ transplants, too.”
“Huh?”
“Take
what she cuts out of a female and transplant it to a male after she cuts his
cock and balls off. Make the guy able to
have a baby. After he heals up, we could
have one of the prisoners knock him up.”
“Knock
her up,” corrected Major Trevor. “Darcy
could become the Doctor Mengele of Abu Ghraib.”
“Still a
guy with ovaries, womb, the whole kit and baby-making caboodle,” said Captain
Caldwell laughing. “That could win Darcy
the Nobel prize in medicine.”
“I’m don’t think the good Captain is ready to be on the cutting
edge of medical science. She should go
to medical school first.”
“Want to
see yourself and our revered leader doing the nasty,” said Captain Caldwell
turning the laptop screen toward the Major.
“Just to
check out your camerawork,” said Major Trevor sitting down beside the Captain.
“What are
you wearing?” asked Captain Caldwell. “It
looks retro.”
“It
is. That is the World War II dress uniform of a member of Women’s Royal Naval
Service. They were called WRENs,” said
Major Trevor.
“The
British version of women in the Royal Navy?” asked Captain Caldwell.
“Correct,
the General’s grandmother was a WREN, assigned to the General’s grandfather as
a driver during the Second World War.
Grandfather knocked her up right before D-day and had to marry her,”
said Major Trevor.
“None of
us would be here if men in those days weren’t forced to marry women they got
pregnant. It happened to my grandmother
too. Granddaddy was her boss at the bank
where she worked. She tricked him into
getting her pregnant and became a missus.
But why does General Wallace have a grandmother hang up?”
“He was
raised by his grandparents. Mother and
Father apparently dumped him on them and took off. It took several hours of intense conversation
between fucks before he told me about it,” said Major Trevor.
“Your
interrogation skills are amazing,” said Captain Caldwell.
“Men find
it easy to talk to their whores. He
makes a half decent female,” said Major Trevor.
“I’d fuck
him if I didn’t know there was a cock under that skirt. Grandmother molested him?” said Captain
Caldwell.
“Along with Grandfather after they dressed
him up as a WREN. Grandmother was a talented seamstress. He tearfully admitted to enjoying being
sodomised by the old buggier,” said Major Trevor.
“Where
did you get the uniforms?” asked Captain Caldwell.
“Iraqi
tailor ran them up for me. I gave him
some pictures I got off the Internet and he did the rest. The skirts are shorter than regulation,” said
Major Trevor.
“General
Wallace has nice legs,” said Captain Caldwell watching the Major and the
General making out on the screen. The
Major’s hand was up the General’s skirt, masturbating him.
“He’s a
good kisser and well equipped. I’ve
fucked worse general officers,” said Major Trevor.
“You went
to a lot of trouble,” said Captain Caldwell.
“A good
officer goes the extra mile. Anybody can
spread their legs for a general but getting inside their heads and appealing to
their deepest darkest desires is what makes them really appreciate you,” said
Major Trevor.
“I see
what you mean. You’re way more than
another fuck to the General. You’re the
one who helped him reenact a seminal moment in his upbringing,” said Captain
Caldwell.
“Exactly, imagine how it was for a young boy with overactive male
hormones to be dressed up as a female soldier.
According to the General, grandmother went to great lengths to feminize
him. She began by shaving off his pubic
hair. His reward was his first hand
job,” said Major Trevor.
“Just
like you did to the General last week,” said Captain Caldwell.
“Yes, we
took it slow, acting out the steps by which Grandmother Cecilia brought him to
the point that he was her sex slave, willing to obey her every command. Next, we changed into the regulation undies
required for WRENS. He adored the dress
up part,” said Major Trevor.
“You
reminded me of a couple of junior high girls trying on your Mom’s sexy
lingerie,” said Captain Caldwell watching the screen.
“Playing
dress kept his cock hard for hours.”
“I love
the lingerie of that period. It’s so
feminine,” said Captain Caldwell observing the on screen Major lifting the
General skirt to reveal a full slip and hose attached by garters to a girdle.
“Not very comfortable, however. In those days, women wore girdles to keep their
buttocks from moving as they walked.
Having your cheeks flopping about made you a whore,” said Major Trevor.
“Weren’t
the WRENS whores in military disguise,” asked Captain Caldwell?
“Yes and
no, the WREN concept was to free men for the fleet while women served in non
combat roles as clerks, drivers, and even mechanics. In practice, upper echelons of the Royal Navy
used them as whores when they weren’t on duty.
President Eisenhower almost left his wife to marry one,” said Major
Trevor.
“I didn’t know that,” said Captain Caldwell.
“Her name
was Kay Summersby and she was his chauffeur.
Ike once told General Marshall that Kay gave the most incredible
blowjobs he had ever experienced.
Apparently, she had lone delicate fingers that stroked his prostate as
she sucked his cock. Ike’s cock being
something his wife’s lips had never touched,” said Major Trevor.
“Someday,
I would like to write a history of how whores and camp followers have
influenced the military down through the course of history. Great battles were lost and won based on who
was getting laid,” said Captain Caldwell.
“Sounds
like an interesting topic, perhaps a best seller. Once Cecilia had little Gerald fully
feminized as a WREN, the next step was for Grandfather Raymond to impale his
sweet little tush. According to Gerald,
it was a setup. Raymond pretended to
have found the two of them playing dress up and proceeded to punish his little
boy whore with a brutal cornholing,” said Major Trevor observing the small
screen image of herself positioning an enormous strapon dildo at the General’s
rosebud.
“I doubt
Grandfather Raymond was as well hung as you with that strapon. Where did you acquire that monster?” asked
Captain Caldwell.
“A store
in
“Based
on the way his eyes bugged out when you forced it past his sphincter, I’d say
you more than exceeded,” said Captain Caldwell.
“Turn up
the sound, I love the way he cries,” said Major Trevor.
“Sounds
just like a thirteen year old boy being buggered for the first time. Those are real tears too,” said Captain
Caldwell.
“After
Grandfather had filled his ass with spunk, his reward was intercourse with
Grandmother,” said Major Trevor observing her onscreen performance in the
sixty-nine position.
“I don’t
see how you do that, yuck. Eating a
man’s nasty butthole would make me puke,” said Captain Caldwell.
“One of
his fondest childhood memories is when Grandmother rimmed his ass till it was
sloppy and then stuck her tongue inside.
I don’t understand your problem.
You just sucked on Lt. Neely’s rosebud like it was her nipple. What’s the difference? An asshole is an asshole,” said Major
Trevor. “I can get off rimming a man’s
big hairy ass especially when it’s already open from a dildo fucking.”
“You’re
bi and I am lesbian. Men are filthy pigs
with shit covered butt holes. That’s the
difference. The strapon did open him
up,” said Captain Caldwell watching intently as the Major’s tongue explored the
dark hole.
“A little
man shit never hurt anyone. The General
gives excellent head by the way. He got
me off. That’s no fake,” said Major
Trevor as her on screen persona writhed in an orgasm.
“Why did
he want to come on your face instead of your mouth or vagina,” asked Captain
Caldwell?
“Visual
reasons, Grandfather liked to watch him shoot his spunk all over Grandmother’s
kisser. Then smear it around with his
cockhead just like he’s doing there.
Taking a face full was considered romantic when I was in college,” said
Major Trevor.
“He packs
a good load,” said Captain Caldwell.
“Yes, I
would rate it on the heavy side,” said Major Trevor fast-forwarding the video
player to later in the evening when the General and she were engaged in anal
intercourse.
“The
Colonel has a big cock. Did it hurt?” said Captain Caldwell looking at the
screen. The Major was crouched over the General. Her hand was on his penis guiding it into
her anus as she lowered her body. His fingers were stretching out her nipples
flattening them between his thumb and forefingers.
“Actually,
it felt pretty good, but not as good as your fist,” said Major Trevor. “What put you off men, Captain?”
“Every
man I got involved with growing up screwed me over. After my asshole brother and his buddies
broke me in, there was Bobby Elkins, my first love,” said Captain
Caldwell. “He really did a number on my
head.”
“Tell me
what happened?”
“After he
screwed me in the back seat of his family’s station wagon a few times, he gave
me to the other members of my high school football team after he got me high
and drunk.”
“What
brought forth this act of generosity?”
“He
wanted to gain over two hundred yards in the big game against
“So what
happened? How many yards?”
“207.”
“And how
many guys?’
“Forty
maybe, I’m not sure. I was drunk. Some fucked me more than once. Coach Bains got a piece too. Hell, even the water boy dumped his load in
my ass. My reputation was ruined.”
“And the
word got around that our little Cindy had pulled a train for the football
team.”
“My
mother heard about it at her hair stylists. She called me a whore. After my daddy heard about it down at the
fire station, he started coming into my room at night for a piece of tail. He figured I was already a slut so what was
the problem.”
“You
assumed the proud title of town pump. I
was a whore at a young age but my parents were proud of my
accomplishments. They were very
supportive. That makes a huge
difference.”
“Bobby
dumped me after that. His parents didn’t
want him dating someone with my reputation. I can’t believe he wanted you to
fuck his ass with that strapon again,” said Captain Caldwell pointing toward
the screen. The monitor displayed the Major covered in sweat, slamming the faux
cock deep in the General’s bowels as she applied a ridding crop to his flanks.
“I’ve
never met a man who didn’t love strap on action. Lube them up and plow their little
hinnies. They squeal like a pig baby
when you drive that fake dick up their shitter.”
“Listen
to the pathetic whining sound he makes,” said Captain Caldwell using the mouse
to increase the sound volume.
“That
little eek, eek, eek is cute, sort of like a baby bird chirping for his mama,”
said Major Trevor.
“He’s
pathetic. But you can tell he loves
being pronged, the fucking queer.”
“So after
Bobby announced your whoring ass wasn’t good enough for the Elkins, what
happened,” asked Major Trevor?
“I won a
scholarship, went to college, and met Donna and really fell in love. I swore off men,” said Captain Caldwell as
she leaned over to kiss the Major.
“As much
as I’d like to pull your pants down and eat that delicious pussy of yours
again, it’s almost 1400 and, soldier, we got prisoners to torture,” said Major
Trevor after ending the kiss.
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