Torture The Widow

Chapter 43 – Pre Trip Party I

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My God Lt. Mavis sure can scream I thought watching her and the five skinny Marines surrounding her try for a world record. If they were successful, it would not be something found in the Guinness Book of World Records unless there was a special adult section for most cocks in a woman's ass at the same time.

Nancy Mavis was upside down in what I would term an extreme bondage position. But before I go further I should fill you in on a few details.

We were at a Marine encampment in the far northern corner of Afghanistan in a finger of land called the Wakhan Corridor. The Corridor was created by the British over a century ago to provide a buffer between imperial Russia and India. The Corridor is less than ten miles wide in places. Countless British Redcoats died in and near the corridor. It's not too far from Jalalabad and the Khyber Pass where the British lost entire regiments to the Afghan mujahadeen. Not too many years back, the soldiers of the USSR suffered serious defeats in this area. Historically, it's a graveyard for foreign armies.

It's a backward savage place. Captured enemy soldiers are turned over to the women of the tribe for long slow torture leading to even slower castration. Eating your own balls is part of the finale. Bashira's tribe and the so-called 'sacred root' that rendered the women quasi nymphomaniacs were located in the nearby Hindu Kush, a mountainous area filled with peaks that ranged up 8,000 meters. This isn't exactly a tourist Mecca.

Bashira had agreed to introduce me to the tribe and help me collect examples of the sacred root. The discovery of a true female aphrodisiac would be worth billions to the drug companies. If I could get the root back to Towanda Mowbray where she could isolate and reproduce its molecular structure I might be the first army slut to win a Nobel Prize in medicine. I would also become a fabulously wealthy woman.

As luck would have it my brother in law Major Robert Donaldson was part of a Marine Reconnaissance unit stationed in the corridor. The Marines were hunkered down in a heavily fortified camp. With my father-in-law's, General Donaldson, help I managed to pull enough strings to get authorization to lead what I termed an intelligence-gathering mission into the Hindu Kush. Major Donaldson or Robbie as we called him and his sixteen-man unit would be our escort.

But Robbie being a total asshole and under the influence of his psychotic younger sister, Mary Ellen, had to extract a price for helping me out.

"Bring some nurses for a party," said Robbie when I notified him by cell phone that I was authorized to make the reconnaissance.

"Robbie, this is a serious matter. I have approval from the Pentagon for my mission," I said.

"Rozz, if you want me to cooperate and not pitch a bitch about this crazy plan of yours, then you better throw me a bone," said Robbie. "The nurses can go back the next day. The guys need a little diversion. Consider it part of your duty. Half of them have already tried to fuck an Afghan goat."

"How many nurses?" I asked giving in. My nursing staff was always up for a little adventure especially if it involved servicing a large number of horny soldiers. Out of my command of seventy, I could honestly say that more than half looked upon pulling a long train as a desirable way to spend an evening. These were the kind of women who could spread themselves out on a bunk and take on a platoon, only stopping to wipe the jism out of their cunt between fucks.

"Ten regular whores plus you and one other as pain sluts," said Robbie. "Some of the guys are into S&M. It has been a long dry spell between screams."

"I assume you are one of those who needs to practice a little Sadism," I said.

"Yes, and you are just the pain pig I want to practice with," said Robbie laughing.

"All right, a Lt. Nancy Mavis will be the other pain slut. And one more thing, there'll be an Afghan girl with us. Her name is Bashira. She loves to fuck. I want you to assign someone to keep her safe. She'll fuck anyone and everyone but she isn't to be harmed."

"I got a Sergeant who will take her around. How much does she love to be fucked? We got over 500 guys here."

"She could handle 500 if we had time. But by dawn, she needs to be have her knees together."

"All right, Rozz, looking forward to causing you agonizing pain. I've learned some new tricks since the last time I tortured your ass," said Robbie.

On that pleasant note we ended the conversation. A week later, helicopters dropped twenty of us into the camp. I'd asked for volunteers and been oversubscribed. The Marines had everything organized. Each pair of nurses was assigned to a different unit.

Sergeant Dickerson whisked Bashira off to what passed for an NCO club. I'd warned him that if any harm came to her other than getting her brains fucked out, I would turn him over to her tribe and help the women slice and dice his nuts for a soup. Fortunately, it went well. The next day she told me she had a great time.

Before we left, we gave Bashira a make over. I'd cut and styled her hair. The hospital dentist had cleaned and whitened her teeth. She learned from the other nurses to keep her armpits and pussy shaved. Her unibrow along with the rest of her facial hair had been subjected to electrolysis.

For the party, I'd dressed her in a short bouncy black skirt, lacy boy shorts and a matching tank top. I'd even taught her to walk in heels. At the NCO club, they thought they died and went to pussy heaven. Keep in mind she was fifteen and looked it. They made her dance on the bar and do a slow strip tease. Marine NCOs aren't shy when it comes to public sex. Bashira displaying a previously hidden talent for showmanship masturbated with a beer bottle while they shouted encouragement. When there wasn't a soft cock in the building they took her off the bar and put her on a mattress in the middle of the floor and screwed her. Given that Bashira is the second best fuck in CENTCOM after yours truly, they kept at her until they couldn't get it up any more.

"Awesome, totally fucking awesome," was how an exhausted Sergeant Dickerson characterized Bashira's pussy the next day. "Did you know that after you drop your load in her twat, she can contract her pussy muscles and squirt jism ten feet across the room. She's totally fucking awesome."

The other nurses experienced pretty much the same. Lt. Sally Winslow, a strawberry blonde from Davenport, Iowa told me of her experience. She and Captain Maria Lopez, a hot Latina from Miami wound up servicing a rifle platoon in a bunker on the camp's perimeter. Keep in mind; there are forty-eight Marines in a rifle platoon.

"On the ride over, Captain Tolson hauled out his cock and told me to get busy. Maria was in the front seat giving the driver a blowjob. I sucked the Captain hard then hiked up my skirt, pulled my tong to one side and slid his cock into my love tunnel. There was cum running down my leg when we got there."

"However when we walked into the command bunker, everyone was real shy. They'd used ammo crates to create two small private areas in the back of the bunker. Maria and I went behind the crates; got naked then stepped out and ate each other while they watched. The beer and vodka we brought loosened them up and after what seemed like forever we got this skinny Afro-American private to strip naked and join us. He had a great cock and we both went down on him. That broke the ice and before you could say, 'Afghanistan sucks," they'd drug the mattresses out from behind the crates and piled on. Things almost got out of control. The captain and the sergeants had to keep order to give everyone a chance to fuck us. Maria and I announced we were three hole sluts and for the rest of the evening, I had all orifices pretty much filled. Basically they banged us all night till it was time to go. On the way back to the extraction site, I sucked off the driver while Maria screwed the captain in the back seat. Mission accomplished."

When their helicopters took off to return to Camp Gardez the next morning, sore pussies, raw assholes, and tired jaws were the uniform of the day. I was certainly doing my part to maintain morale in the Afghanistan Expeditionary Force.

However, Lt. Mavis and I had very different experiences from the rest of my command. For us it was a long and painful but ultimately satisfying night.

Robbie had commandeered an isolated storage building on the outskirts of the camp for his S&M session with Lt. Mavis and me. It's only content was what they needed to subject us to a night of hellish pain.

When Lt. Mavis and I arrived, Robbie got right down to it.

"You two sluts strip," said Robbie. Besides Robbie there were six others. Captain Larry Cashman was his second in command and as I discovered later his alter ego. The other five seemed to function as a pack or is that unit

Nancy and I slipped out of our uniforms while they watched. To me, that's a mind trip in itself. Being ordered to take off your clothes while a group of sadistic horny males watch gets me wet and ready for what is to come.

Put your hands on your head and don't move," ordered Robbie when we were down to our birthday suits. Seven guys walked around us feeling us up, grabbing out tits and ass. They made degrading comments about us like we weren't there as they stripped off their fatigues.

"I bet the first guy she fucked was her daddy," that sort of thing.

Humiliation and degradation were part of the first course. Guys would walk up to you, call you a filthy whore, then tongue kiss you will they crushed your nipples in their hard muscular hands. The stuck their fingers in our pussies and asses then made us lick them clean, standard stuff but hot as hell under the circumstances.

Nancy Mavis loves the sadistic attention of horny men. When that attention includes pain, she becomes multi-orgasmic.

"Nothing fancy to start," said Robbie handing each of the men a short rubber truncheon. "I thought we'd go back to the basic for a start, a serious beating and a gang rape."

Robbie was sporting a serious hard on that had caught my eye so I wasn't paying attention when he stepped forward and slammed that truncheon right between my legs. It made sort of a whap sound as the hard weighted rubber flattened out my clit setting the nerve ganglia surrounding my vagina on fire.

I dropped to the floor screaming and clutching my cunt. They must have planned their first move because Nancy was also on the floor with both hands holding her moneymaker and screaming.

They drug us over to a pair of thin mattresses lying on the floor. Robbie had assumed the role of S&M instructor.

"Stretch her arms and legs out," ordered Robbie to his crew.

Robbie's bunch was good at following orders. In seconds, we were splayed out like starfish belly up.

"Kyle, Len, start at the souls of their feet and work up," said Robbie.

It was a hell of a beating that ended with painful repeated blows to my armpits. After they beat my anterior they flipped me over and beat my posterior. My legs hurt so bad I doubted I would ever walk again. They pounded my shins and calves until I was sure I was crippled.

"Tomorrow, you want the cunt to hurt everywhere but especially there," said Robbie once more slamming his truncheon down on my aching pussy.

My mind was clouded with pain but I felt someone lift my legs and slip their cock in my pussy.

"Larry, tap her clit while I fuck her," said Robbie who had climbed between my legs and penetrated me.

I screamed and begged as Robbie screwed me while Larry worked on my clit with little short taps with his truncheon.

"Now, slam her hole hard," said Robbie pulling out to expose my open cunt. Larry dutifully hit me right on my pussy. I screamed like a banshee. Robbie's cock went right back into my suffering cunt. He fucked me hard as I bucked and screamed. Robbie liked the effect so much he repeated it several times.

After Robbie dropped his load, they turned me over and Larry took me anally using the end of his truncheon to dildo fuck my pussy. The next part was a blur. Marines mounted me, slapped my face, hit me in the abdomen, and just had themselves a great time as they took what they wanted. They beat and fucked us until they ran out of jism. But they were still a long way from done.

"Let's work on their tits next," said Captain Cashman grabbing a handful of Nancy's hair to use as a handle to lift her to standing.

"Did you hear that Rozz? We're going to tenderize your knockers," said Robbie grabbing my hair to pull me upright.

Seconds later I was kneeling at something they must have been stolen from a Roman Catholic Church. Nancy was facing me in a position identical to mine. Seriously I recalled the exact same furnishing at St. Mary of the Assumption where I made my first Holy Communion. It was maybe three feet wide. There was a padded rail for my knees and a matching rail where you normally rested your elbows as you prayed. I wanted to pray not to be hurt anymore but that wasn't in the cards.

Instead of saying a little prayer and lighting a candle for Jesus to forgive my sins, there was a Marine behind me with his knee in the center of my back. He'd grabbed my wrists and was pulling my arms straight back. My boobs were resting on the elbow rail. Another Marine had a handful of my hair pulling my head slightly back so they had a clear swing at my tits.

"Marines, let me show you how it's done," said Robbie stepping beside me and raising his rubber truncheon.

There's nothing quite like the feeling of helplessness one gets under those circumstances. You know it is going to hurt like hell but there is nothing you can do about it. There was a slow motion aspect as I watched the truncheon arc down and land on the top of my left tit. The heavy club created a deep depression in the surface. The pain took a second to reach my brain. Of course, I screamed and struggled to get away but the soldier holding me had expected me to react violently and he held on.

"One of you get on each side. Alternate your blows. Give her a few seconds to recover between each strike so she can really feel the pain," yelled Robbie to the men working on Nancy. Nancy has very large breasts. Since she's only twenty-three, they are nice and high. She has very sensitive nipples that I've sucked more times than I can recall.

"Just passing on my expertise to the newbies, Rozz," said Robbie before delivering another whack to my left tit that had begun to turn blue.

Robbie and Larry worked well together as they converted by breasts to swollen black and blue melons that were twice their normal size. After a while they switched to Nancy and two other Marines took up their positions and got busy pounding my breasts to hamburger.

Robbie must have signaled the tit pounding was over because they stopped. I was out of my mind with pain. Someone looped a plastic cable around the base of my knockers and pulled it tight and then some. They kept pulling and tugging until I looked like my tits were balloons. The constriction at the base was the most extreme I had ever experienced and I was a girl who'd had her breasts cinched by experts at the NYC Hellfire Club.

While I was still kneeling, they pulled my hands together behind my back and cuffed them in what felt like standard MP handcuffs. Someone tied a line to the cuffs and I felt my wrists being pulled upward.

I really couldn't see what was happening to me but I could see Nancy and she was getting the identical treatment. Her line was attached to a pulley anchored in a ceiling rafter. God her tits looked like two overstuffed eggplant squashes. I'd told her this was going to be rough and that she ought to think twice before subjecting herself to the tender mercies of Robbie Donaldson and his merry band of sadists. But Nancy was a hardcore masochist and the rougher I made it sound the more she wanted to be there. I only hoped that later she wouldn't have second thoughts and blame me.

"It's strapaddo time," yelled Robbie with a sense of glee.

Two muscular Marines slowly raised me off the floor. The strapaddo is a very old and simple form of torture. Tie the victim's hand behind their back then raise them off the floor so their own body weight is working to dislocate their shoulder sockets. I had never been subjected to the strapaddo but I can now tell you it is hell on earth.

As I came off the floor and my weight transferred to my shoulders I started to beg Robbie to let me down.

"You don't really want down, do you Rozz," said Robbie putting his hand between my legs and inserting two fingers in my cunt.

"See men, she's a true pan slut. She loves it and her pussy loves it even more," said Robbie taking his slimy wet fingers out of my cunt and putting them in my mouth to suck.

"Raise her up a couple more feet," ordered Robbie to the guys on my rope.

"Now let her drop two feet," said Robbie.

Two feet don't sound like much but when you reach the end of the rope, you feel like your arms are going to tear out of your sockets. I screamed with everything I had.

"Please no more, you're going to rip my arms off," I begged. Nancy was getting the same treatment. Of course, begging a sadist to stop hurting you only encourages them.

"Drop her again fellows, she's loving it," said Robbie.

Two more drops and I wanted to die.

"Raise her up and let me show you how to tell a true pain slut," said Robbie.

When I reached a certain height, Robbie told them to stop. He grabbed my ankles to force my legs apart then went down on me. And I'm not talking about sweet little nibbles and licks of my clit and the area around my vagina. He attacked me like a savage dog biting, chewing and sucking hard on my pussy. When he bit down hard on my clit, I climaxed.

"See that, now there is a true whore," said Robbie stepping back but maintaining me in my orgasmic state by roughly fingering my clit.

"Wow, Major, what a fucking slut. And she's your sister-in-law," said one of the Marines on the rope.

"Related only by marriage. Now drop her again while I keep finger fucking the whore," said Robbie.

Robbie managed to keep his hands on my clit as I fell the short distance. The intense excruciating pain in my shoulders coupled with my state of continuous orgasm overloaded my circuits and I fainted.