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Chapter 40 – Advancing Medicine
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This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to persons living, dead or otherwise is purely coincidental, etc.
Copyright 2004
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"Shit yes," I screamed then immediately followed that with a groan that could be heard from one end of Afghanistan to the other as I concentrated every muscle fiber of my being into squeezing the eleven-inch cock in my ass. I was totally focused on the sensations that began at my anal ring and traveled eleven twelfths of a foot up my ass. Since I arrived in Afghanistan six months ago, I had redoubled, no tripled, my efforts at yoga and Pilates. I was back in shape. My abdomen was a solid wall of muscle as was the lining of my cunt and asshole. At the moment, my considerable core strength was concentrated on the hard column of flesh that was ironing the wrinkles out of my bowels.
"Take it bitch," yelled Lt. Colonel Ellis Mowbray, the owner of the eleven-inch prick delivering an open palmed slap to my flank that hurt like hell and I adored. Colonel Mowbray was my commander and the finest surgeon I'd ever seen work an OR. He was also the quintessential black stud and Camp Gardez's most prominent pussy magnet. Nicknamed 'The Tripod' he, or rather his cock, was constantly in demand. The only female officers at the encampment who hadn't signed up to sample the Colonel's equipment were the deeply committed dykes. And even some of them were considering it.
"Split her in two," grunted Captain Towanda Mowbray, the Colonel's younger sister. The Captain was a brilliant world-class molecular biologist that I had moved heaven and earth to bring to Camp Gardez. The Captain was underneath me with her face between my legs. She was wearing a metal studded leather punishment harness over her head that contained a latex dildo mounted on her forehead. The dildo was buried in my cunt and its hard rubber spikes were creating incredible sensations as her bobbing head fucked my pussy while her mouth sucked on my new clitoris.
I was wearing a complementary head harness that was painfully crushing my skull. There was a similar nasty looking dildo jutting from my chin that I was slamming into Towanda's pussy. The opening of her vagina was covered in blood that I was licking up like a dog after his own shit. My mouth was working Towanda's abnormally extended clit that like mine was the product of a recent experimental and radical medical procedure. To me this was great sex.
Both head harnesses were from a design developed in Paris by an S&M club that met every weekend in an apartment near the Place de Revolution. Hooks in our nostrils painfully stretched our noses toward our forehead. There was a tightening knob at the back that the Colonel had twisted till we started screaming. Our features were completely distorted by the leather straps whose rows of protruding sharp metal studs dug painfully into our flesh and scalp. Both of our scalps were dripping blood from where the studs had broken the skin. Later when we watched the video we were amazed at how bloody Towanda and I looked. It was one scary scene the way that our faces were covered in crimson. We could have starred in 'Dawn of the Dead'. The lieutenant capturing the entire session on digital video said it reminded her of one those Berlin blood fetish films.
We'd been fucking for two hours. The three of us were covered in sweat and other body fluids. Nearby, six other officers were watching us, stroking their cocks to get them hard again. Several of my nursing staff was serving as fluffers. Towanda and I had already fucked the six at least twice. As soon as the Colonel dumped his load in my ass one would take his place.
"Piss, I want to see some piss," yelled Colonel Mowbray.
I put my mouth over Towanda's urethra and felt her spray into my mouth. She was doing the same with my pee hole. I greedily swallowed all she gave me. The smell of warm urine filled the humid air.
Anyone watching would not have realized that Towanda and I were involved in a serious medical experiment. They would have assumed that two depraved and horny nurses had decided to let eight well-hung studs fuck their brains out for several hours. The punishment S&M head harnesses were thrown in to make it interesting. But this was a serious test of the results of months of field research and laboratory experimentation. Both we girls had been experiencing a continual orgasmic high that was powering out sex drive like the Energizer Bunny. I'd had multiple prolonged orgasms many times before but this was taking hitting the big 'O' to an entirely new level. We had made what might turn out to be the greatest discovery in female sexual history.
Perhaps I should step back and start from the beginning.
Six months ago, I was promoted to major and transferred to the medical facility at a total shithole named Camp Gardez. It's the coalition's major Afghan base facility located near the city of Gardez in eastern Afghanistan near the Pakistan border. The camp is a large sprawling place that contains a decent hospital and a prison for enemies of the coalition. Climate wise it was a hellhole. The nightly entertainment was mortar attacks that kept everyone's nerves on edge. The only good thing about the attacks was that it gave me an excuse to slip into a darkened bomb shelter each evening and fuck whoever was around until the sun came up. My nurses were a randy bunch and after we'd taken care of the men we amused ourselves eating pussy and playing with dildos. If a girl likes her sex frequent and varied, the US Army is the way to go.
After my promotion I was put in command of the nurses at the hospital. That required a great deal of administrative work but it gave me a certain amount of freedom. One of my tasks was to periodically visit the nearby prison to ascertain the general health of the prisoners. Why? I don't know. Outside of the Red Cross no one gave a shit whether any of them lived or died. And for that matter, many of the prisoners didn't survive interrogation for various and sundry reasons I can't go into.
I'd only been there a month when I happened upon something that lead to the big discovery.
Lt. David Carey and I were taking a stroll through the cellblock for women's prisoners when we came upon a group of Marines raping a young Afghani girl. Earlier, she'd walked up to Marine checkpoint with enough explosives strapped to her body to flatten a city block. But the detonator proved faulty and our young miss was left shouting, "Allah, Allah, Akbar" while she frantically pressed the red button. The Marines surrounded her and removed the explosives. They'd brought her to the prison for a little fun and a lot of retribution.
When I arrived, they'd stripped her naked, used barbwire to tie her arms to the metal frame of a prison bunk and proceeded to let her service the entire platoon. She'd didn't look to be more than sixteen, maybe younger.
Typical of the Marines with Afghan prisoners, they'd worked her over pretty well: black eyes swollen shut, flattened nose, split lips, and a nice gap where her front teeth were supposed to be. Her boobs were mostly purple from bruising and a couple of her fingers and toes were pointing in odd directions. It wasn't any big deal as far as I was concerned. She was getting what she deserved. But I love that kind of scene so I edged through the crowd to get a closer look.
"Wow, what did you do to her tits?" I asked noting that they looked like two crushed grapes.
"Squeezed them in a vise down at the motor pool. You should have heard her squeal," said one of the Sergeants.
"Would you believe it, Major, the bitch loves it," said the Marine Captain who was standing by the bunk supervising. He'd noticed my arrival. A skinny young private was pounding his cock in her cunt. I had to resist the urge to slip my hand in the crack of his ass and join the fun. I had to remind myself I was an officer on official business.
"You just think she's loving it, Captain it just looks that way," I replied. She looked half dead to me. And rape was a death sentence for an Afghani girl. In Afghanistan, a family will kill a female member for merely talking to a male that is not a close relative. It's a question of honor. If somehow the girl lived and returned to her people they would probably stone her to death. Her gang rape by the Americans was a death sentence as far as her people were concerned.
"No, I tell you she just keeping hitting the big O. Somebody's screwed with her pussy too. It ain't normal," said the Captain in a Tennessee accent. I saw she'd wrapped her arms and legs around the private and was pumping like a street whore anxious to pop her customer and return to her corner for another John. That was odd. She should have been laying there accepting her fate, planning to commit suicide later if the Marines didn't do her the favor of fucking her to death.
About that time, the private plowing the girl's furrow reared up and squirted his semen in her well-fucked hole. Another Marine quickly replaced him. I didn't get a chance to examine her pussy for any signs of abnormality.
"When this one finishes I want to take a look at her," I said.
The Captain didn't look too happy at that but I was a Major and that is an advantage in dealing with Captains.
"All right but we're in a hurry. As soon as two more of my guys fuck her, Corporal Bettis is going to finish her," said the Captain pointing to a stocky female enlisted soldier standing nearby. I'd heard of Corporal Bettis but never met her. She was standing there stark naked except for a leather dildo harness. The dildo that was mounted on her crotch was covered in sharp metal spines. The Corporal's specialty was to give male and female prisoners their last fuck so to speak. That metal dildo would deliver the coup de gras shredding her cunt walls causing her to bleed to death.
I almost left at that point but there was something about how the girl was handling her gang rape that intrigued me. She should have been either been struggling or just laying there praying the Americans would eventually kill her. After all she was a suicide bomber prepared to blow herself to bits. She'd already written off her own life.
When the marine blew his load and hopped off, I intervened. "Give me a minute," I said to the Captain.
"All right but make it quick, Sir," said the Captain.
"She'd been mutilated," I said looking at her clit that was missing the hood. It stuck out like somebody's little finger. The area surrounding the clit looked a trifle odd too.
"Some of the hill tribes do that to their women," said the Captain. "They say it makes them want to fuck all the time."
I'd known women who had the tissue covering the clitoris partially removed. They said it enhanced their enjoyment of sex. I could also see that the girl's labia had been cut away. It had been crudely done and she was badly scarred.
"Pussy's got a life of its own," said the Marine who had just climbed off. "It just kept squeezing my pecker, never felt anything like it."
I was intrigued. The girl who looked to be in her teens was looking wildly about through the one eye she could partially open. She kicked her legs wider and humped her pussy like she was anxious for another marine to mount her. I slipped a latex glove on my right hand as I sat on the edge of the bed. Then I eased my fingers into her gooey cunt.
"Getting some dyke action from the Major," said one of the watching Marines.
"Cut the shit, Bagley," barked the Captain.
I pushed two fingers into her hole. I immediately felt her vagina squeeze my fingers with a firm pulsing action. Damn I thought this is weird. This girl has had the crap beaten out of her. She looks like she's in serious physical distress but her cunt is acting like she was head cheerleader at a Texas Panhandle high school who had volunteered to be gangbanged if the team won the state title. The wining players had all lined up for a piece of pussy she was damn proud and anxious to provide.
I took her blood pressure and pulse. They were both blow normal. I got out my flashlight and a tongue depressor for a better look in her hole. I could see that the walls of her vagina were rhythmically contracting. I decided I had to find out more.
"Gang bang's over, Captain," I said. "I'm transferring her to the hospital."
"Major, you don't have the authority to do that. That cunt could have blown up half my platoon. We're going to finish her," said the Captain motioning for Corporal Bettis to step forward
"Captain, let's talk," I said wrapping my arm around the Captain and pulling him away from the crowd. I pressed my tits against his chest to communicate that I had something to say that was worth listening. "Tell the Corporal to stand down for now."
"Corporal Bettis, hold up," said the Captain to the obviously disappointed corporal who had been looking forward to shredding the female's insides. The word around the camp was that Corporal Bettis was psycho.
"I have a medical interest in this case. I want the prisoner for further study. When I'm done, you can have her back and Corporal Bettis can fuck her to death."
"I don't know. My guys are pretty intent on finishing her off. A suicide bomber killed six members of third platoon last week. We were lucky her bomb didn't detonate. I could have a morale problem if she walks out of here alive."
"Tell you what. You let me have her and tomorrow night, I'll bring my nurses over here and we'll have a real party. And I'll take care of you personally," I whispered.
"Around the world?" said the Captain.
"As many times as you're butthole can stand it," I said.
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