Abu Ghraib Revised

Chapter 4  – Role Play

 

 

     “Colonel Sullivan would like to see you ASAP, Major.  He sounded pretty buzzed,” said Corporal Mary Lewis standing to attention when the Major returned to her office. 

      “Call and tell Sergeant Mitchell I’m on my way,” said Major Trevor before rushing to the Ladies Room.  She washed the blood off her hands, combed her hair and fixed her makeup.  She unbuttoned the top button of her fatigues making sure the lace of her brassiere was visible.

     “Shit, he may want a quickie,” whispered Major Trevor to herself, as she was about to exit.  The Major dashed back inside, grabbed an envelope of a feminine hygiene product, opened the package with her teeth and poured the contents into a plastic bottle.  She added water and shook the bottle then held it up to the light to make sure the powder dissolved.

     As Major Trevor sat down on the commode, she used her forked fingers to part what remained of her labia and inserted the nozzle in her vagina and squeezed.  A loud sigh escaped her lips as she felt the warm fluid fill her cavity.

      The Major smiled as she whispered to the empty room,  “What we women do for love.”

      As she relaxed back against the wall, holding her opening closed to allow the douche to dissolve the dried semen and other fluids, she recalled the words of advice from her college mentor, Colonel Alice Todd.  Their conversation occurred after an afternoon of intense lesbian sex at the Colonel’s off campus apartment.  Nancy’s head was resting on Alice’s shoulder.  An assortment of dildos and tubes of lubricant surrounded them

     “Be a realist about your military career, Nancy.  The Army preaches acceptance of females on equal footing but it’s still a man’s army, at least for now,” said the Colonel.

     “I know it is.  But we hope to change it,” said Nancy casually reaching down to capture Alice’s nipple in her fingers and gently squeeze it.  The Colonel had quarter-sized buds perched on areola that covered the top of her breasts.  Nancy loved the way the flesh puckered at her touch.  During their long intense bouts of lesbian sex, Nancy pinched and twisted both nipples adding to the Colonel’s pleasure.

     “That’s the plan but we’re not there yet,” said Alice.

     “I know.  We’ve talked about it,” said Nancy.

     “What I’m saying is that you are a very beautiful woman and your male superiors will want to take advantage of you,” said Alice.

     “I know but I won’t let them.”

     “Sorry, precious, but that is not the way to get ahead in today’s army,” said Alice before tenderly kissing the top of Nancy’s head.

     “So, what do I do if my commanding officer comes on to me,” asked Nancy?

     “Give him the greatest fuck of his life.  Convince him you think he is the epitome of studliness and you feel positively thrilled to have his cock inside you,” said Alice.  “Cater to his hidden desires.  Do the things his wife wisely refuses to do.”

     “You’re teasing me,” said Nancy.  “You don’t do that?”

     “The hell I don’t.  At my last posting, my boss was Brigadier General Louis Warren.   The old bastard screwed me on his desk almost every day for a year.  He wasn’t nice about it either.  It was, “Drop your trousers and bend over, bitch,” to start, ‘Get the hell out, slut. I’m busy,’ when he finished.  He delighted in humiliating me.”

      “How did he humiliate you,” asked Nancy?

      “One of this favorites was to force me to suck his cock clean after he took me anally.  He called me shit hound.  Sometimes, I left his office wearing a Dirty Sanchez.”

      “What’s a Dirty Sanchez,” asked Nancy?

      “If he got shit on his dick, he would give me a poop mustache.  Then he’d make me pose for pictures with my brown upper lip.”

      “Why do they call it a Dirty Sanchez?”

      “The shit mustache makes you resemble a Mexican bandit named Sanchez,” said Alice.     

      “Why didn’t you file a sexual harassment complaint?”

      “It would have ended his career and more importantly mine.  Because of General Warren’s superior rating on my fitness report, I was promoted to colonel and got this assignment.  Now, I am in charge,” said Alice.

     “And you don’t have to fuck anybody other than me,” said Nancy cuddling closer to Alice.

     “Other than on my monthly trips to the Pentagon where I spend the night convincing General McNaughton he is the greatest bonk of my military career and I am the luckiest soldier alive to have his prick in my snatch.  I want that star on my shoulder board and if I have to screw to get it, it’s a small price to pay,” said Alice.

     “What about doing a good job and being a leader and a commander who is respected and followed unquestionably by her men,” asked Nancy?

     “Those are their own rewards.  But in order to get into positions where you can exercise your God given talents for leadership in battle, you have to first get into position underneath your commanding officer and spread your legs,” said Alice.

     “I never thought of it that way,” said Nancy.

     “You should have no problem with sex with your superiors.  How many students have you slept with since you arrived at college?”

     “I lost count a long time ago.  Must be triple digits.  When I was a freshman, I passed out one night over at the Sigma Chi house and they put a train on me.  I was pissed as hell the next day because they took pictures and posted them on their WEB site,” said Nancy.  “My date said over thirty of the brothers and their dates enjoyed my favors.”

     “You are such a horny slut.  You’re going to make one hell of a soldier,” said Alice before turning her head to kiss Nancy.

     After they ended the kiss, Nancy thought for a minute before speaking.  “You’re right.  I’ll follow your advice, Mother Alice.  Now, close your eyes, spread your legs, and pretend the mouth eating your pussy belongs to your next commanding officer.”

     “Major Trevor reporting as ordered.” The Major stood at attention and saluted as she stepped smartly in front of Colonel Richard Sullivan’s desk.

     “Have a seat, Major,” said the Colonel.  The Colonel was not regular army.  He had been called up from the reserves and placed in charge of gathering intelligence from detainees at Abu Ghraib. Back home in Milwaukee, he was a partner in an accounting firm.    

     “Thank you sir,” said Major Trevor taking a seat with a straight spine because it gave her the requisite military bearing and it thrust out her large breasts.

     “Just got off the horn with General Sherwood over at CentCom.  They nabbed Kamal Parchai’s brother, Azul, along with his wife and two daughters at a roadblock.  They want us to interrogate them.  General Sherwood thinks Azul knows where his brother Kamal is.”

     “Kamal would be a significant capture.  Where are the prisoners now, Colonel,” asked Major Trevor?

     “On their way, should be here by 1400.”

     “We have to act quickly.  When Kamal learns we’ve got his brother, he’s going to be on the move,” said Major Trevor.

     “That’s why General Sherwood wants us to give this our full attention.  It’ll be quite a feather in all our caps if we make Azul talk and we grab Kamal,” said the Colonel.  “You’ve had more success getting actionable intelligence than anyone else in my command.  I’m turning them over to you and your team.”

     “Thank you, Sir.  I’ll handle it personally,” said Major Trevor.

     “Good, let me know as soon as you get something solid.”

     “Is that all, Colonel,” asked Major Trevor leaning slightly forward to show some cleavage?

     “Yes, that’s all concerning our mission here.  But about last night, I just want to say you are one special lady.  I just wish Doris had the same level of understanding as you, Major,” said Colonel Sullivan.  Months ago, the Colonel had tearfully confided that Doris, his wife of eighteen years, failed to respond to his sexual needs.

     “She considers them perverted and ridiculed me. The cunt actually threatened to tell our children what I wanted her to do,” was how the Colonel phrased it the first time they had sex together.

     Major Trevor had played the situation brilliantly.  “I’m sure Doris is a wonderful wife and mother but some women find it difficult to appreciate the stress their husbands are under, especially when he is serving his country in a combat zone.  Fortunately, I was raised differently.  All you have to do is tell me what you want and I’ll be supportive,” said Major Trevor as she slowly stroked the Colonel’s cock.

     “Thank you, it was special for me too,” said Major Trevor leaning forward.

     “I’ll be looking forward to our next… damn, what’s the word I’m looking for?”

     “Tryst,” said Major Trevor smiling.

     “Tryst, I like that, yeah, we did some trysting,” said the Colonel ebulliently.  The Colonel considered himself a man always seeking to improve.  Learning a new word gave him a sense of accomplishment.

     “Will that be all, Colonel,” asked Major Trevor repeating herself?

     “I can only think of one thing, Major, but it would have to be quick,” said Colonel Sullivan glancing at his watch then shooting her what he considered his winning boyish grin.

     “Quick is good.  Should I lock the door,” asked Major Trevor starting to rise?

     “Yes, by all means, we wouldn’t want Sergeant Mitchell to get the wrong idea,” said Colonel Sullivan referring to his adjutant whose desk was right outside.

    “I was hoping you wanted a quickie,” said Major Trevor unbuttoning her blouse as she traveled the few steps to the office door.  “I’ve been thinking about your fucking me since I climbed out of the rack this morning.”

     As Major Trevor locked the door, she wondered if Colonel Sullivan really thought Sergeant Mitchell is so stupid he doesn’t realize what is going on when I turn the dead bolt.  I must remember to arrange for one of my team to visit the Sergeant to make sure the keeps his mouth shut.  He looks like Corporal Lewis’s type.  She’ll be more than willing to fuck his brains out, and the fact he’s married should insure his silence.

     When the Major turned around, she saw the Colonel had already unbuckled his trousers and let them drop then pushed his regulation boxers to his knees.  He was stroking his semi-hard cock.

     “Come and get it, Doris, you filthy fucking whore,” said Colonel Sullivan waving his manhood in her direction. 

     He must have gotten another nasty email from his wife and he needs to take it out on me decided Major Trevor immediately aware the Colonel wanted role play with his quickie.   Playing Doris was a role the Major understood well.  She’d played it several times, even studied for it.  So the Major could better understand how Doris’s mind worked, she’d read several of her letters to the Colonel. 

     In reality, Colonel Sullivan was afraid of his wife and in awe of her.  But in his fantasy world, he was in charge and dominated her sexually.  

    “What do you want, Richard?  I need to get back to my flower shop.  I have a wedding this afternoon,” asked Major Trevor sounding frightened as she did her best to adopt a Midwest accent?  Having never met the woman, she had no idea how Doris really sounded.  She did have a good idea of her appearance.  She also knew she owned a flower shop in a suburban strip mall.

     Average, not bad, not great, was the Major’s silent evaluation the first time she saw pictures of Doris.  In his quarters he kept a set of pictures he’d made on their Hawaiian vacation.  They’d found a deserted beach on Maui and gone au natural.  There were over thirty poses of Doris on the beach, several with her legs spread fingering her pussy.  She struck the Major as a pretty accommodating wife to allow that to happen.

     “I had to get her drunk to let me take these,” said the Colonel as he handed Major Trevor a photo of Doris kneeling in the sand sucking his cock.  He also had a photo of him mounted on her rear.  “She likes me to stick my thumb in her butt while I fuck her dog fashion,” was the Colonel’s comment on the photo.

     There was also a more modest photomontage of his wife and three children on the Colonel’s desk.  Over the past four months, the Major had often found herself face down on the desktop staring straight at the pictures from mere inches away.  As the Colonel pounded his cock in her dog fashion while rotating his thumb in her rectum, she found herself fantasizing about his two daughters. The eldest daughter, Deirdre, was in her high school cheerleading costume leaping into the air, pom-poms in hand, a slight camel toe on display.  Deirdre looked to be a prettier, blonder, version of her mother. 

     But it was the youngest, Bethany, who had just entered high school, who inflamed the Major’s imagination. 

     The outfit she was wearing in the photo said a lot, tank top carrying the name of a band called, The Unwashed, and a raggedy jeans skirt that barely covered her bottom.  But it was the look of defiance on her face that impressed the Major.  It screamed, “Fuck you Mom and Dad.  I am trouble with a capital T”. 

     The Colonel confirmed the Major’s opinion when he told her Doris was having a hard time controlling Bethany.  Bethany had insisted her Mom arrange for birth control because she intended to give herself to her new boyfriend.  That had created a crisis in the Sullivan family that was resolved by a trip to a gynecologist.

     The Colonel blamed his wife.  “If Doris was any kind of mother, my fourteen year old would not be on birth control screwing that creep, Eddie.”

     “Fuck the flower shop.  I want you over here on your knees, sucking my dick, right fucking now,” said the Colonel.  He snapped his fingers then pointed down toward his penis.

     “All right, Richard, I’m coming, Dear,” said Major Trevor moving quickly imitating a wife afraid of her husband’s righteous wrath.  She moved directly in front of him but kept her eyes downcast.

      “Down on your knees, cunt,” said Colonel Sullivan placing his hands on her shoulders and pushing downward.  Kneeling, the Major’s face was only inches from his cock.

     “You know what this is,” asked the Colonel slapping his cock hard against the side of her face.

     “It’s your penis, Richard,” said the Major.

     “Fuck that, it’s my cock, you stupid bitch,” said Colonel Sullivan slapping it hard against the Major’s cheeks.

     “Don’t Richard.  I’ll do what ever you want,” said Major Trevor.  “Just don’t hurt me.”

     “Suck my cock, you sleazy whore.  Pretend its Sam’s,” said Colonel Sullivan placing his hand on the back of the Major’s head and forcing his rigid penis into her mouth.

     “Sam’s just a friend,” said Major Trevor taking his cock out of her mouth to speak.  Sam was the black owner of a cycle shop next to Doris’ flower shop.

      “I believe that bastard is fucking my wife,” said the Colonel when he showed Major Trevor a photo of Doris standing out in front of her shop.  In the photo, a tall good-looking black man was standing beside Doris.  They were smiling with their arms around each other’s waist.  It looked perfectly innocent to Major Trevor, but she would have not blamed Doris if she decided to ride Sam’s pony.

      “What makes you suspect them,” asked Major Trevor handing the photo back over her shoulder to the Colonel who was slowly fucking her from the rear.

      “She’s always talking about how nice he is.  Sometimes they cover for one another when one of them has to leave the shop.  She’s always bringing her Sammy coffee back from the Starbucks on the corner.  I bet after they close the shops, he takes her in the backroom and fucks the shit out of her,” said Colonel Sullivan.  “I bet the horny bitch moans like a cow when he sticks his black dick in her.”

      “You think she takes his black cock in her ass,” asked Major Trevor feeding the Colonel’s fantasy as she wiggled her hips?

      “Wouldn’t surprise me if she did.  She won’t let me screw her shithole; but, I bet her Sammy gets the backdoor any time he wants it,” said Colonel Sullivan inserting his thumb in the Major’s asshole.

     “I’d never let Sam touch me,” said Major Trevor licking his balls.  “I’m faithful to you, Richard.”

     “You expect me to believe that shit.  I know you’re fucking him every chance you get.  That’s why you’re too pumped out to give me a piece,” said Colonel Sullivan holding the Major by her ears as he faced fucked her.

     “Stop, Richard, you’re hurting me,” said Major Trevor beginning to cry.

     “I’ll show you what a nasty pig slut you are.  You need a belly full of hot piss,” said Colonel Sullivan.

     “No, Richard, that is disgusting.  I’m your wife, the mother of your children,” said Major Trevor.   “Please don’t pee in my mouth.”    

     “Swallow every drop, you piss guzzling whore, or I’ll beat the living shit out of you.  Pretend it’s your Sammy’s pee,” taunted the Colonel.  It took a few moments of concentrated effort before he began to urinate.  A loud sigh escaped his lips as his urine left his bladder.

      Major Trevor concentrated on gulping down the warm, pungent fluid that filled her mouth.  

      “That’s right, you piss drinking pig whore.  Next time, I’ll video you drinking my piss and show it to the girls.  They need to know what a filthy perverted cunt their mother is,” said the Colonel allowing his bladder to slowly empty into the Major’s mouth.  He looked down in admiration at the rapid movement of her throat as she swallowed his morning intake of a dozen cups of coffee.

     Drinking from the tank requires concentration thought the Major as she kept her focus on keeping up with the flow.  She could feel the warm fluid filling her belly.  At the finish, she declined to swallow the final mouthful, allowing the dregs to rest on her tongue.

     “Lay face down on my desk and spread your ass, bitch,” said Colonel Sullivan.

     Major Trevor stood up, unbuckled her trousers, and let them fall to the floor.  She wasn’t wearing any underwear.  She slipped one foot out of the trouser leg to widen her stance.  Obedient to her faux husband’s wishes, she leaned over the desk and gripped the edges. 

     “Don’t hurt me, Richard, please,” said Major Trevor.

     “What happened to your panty,” asked Colonel Sullivan reaching between her legs to grope her sex?  She grunted in pain as his blunt fingers forcibly pried her open and entered.

     “I don’t know,” said Major Trevor.  “You’re hurting my pussy.”

     “You were wearing a pair this morning when we got dressed together.  They were blue.  I bought them for you at Victoria Secrets.  Has Sam got them?  I bet he’s got them wrapped around his cock, jerking off with them,” said Colonel Sullivan landing a painful swat on the Major’s buttock.

     “Please don’t hurt me. Your cock is so big,” said Major Trevor rotating her thighs inward to squeeze his fingers.

     “Your cunt’s full of his spunk.  See,” said Colonel Sullivan removing his fluid covered fingers from the Major’s vagina then reaching forward to put them in her mouth.  The Major sucked greedily on the two fingers.

     “I’m sorry, Richard.  Forgive me.  Sammy came over before I opened.  He’s so strong,” said Major Trevor.

      “Fucking adulterous whore,” said Colonel Sullivan positioning his cock at the entrance to her vagina.  The Colonel grabbed the Major’s flank pulling her violently backward as he thrust forward.  It was an entry intended to cause pain.

      Major Trevor cried out.  It was loud enough to sound realistic but not a scream that would get Sergeant Mitchell excited.

     “Fuck me, Richard. I’m a slut, a whore.  I let Sammy stick his black cock in me this morning.  I sucked it too,” said Major Trevor.  “But yours is the only piss I drink.”

      “You’re a piss drinking whore, Doris.  Just like your Mom and sister. Your Dad told me what he liked to do to the three of you.  I bet you didn’t know the old bastard got drunk one night while we were watching the Brewers and spilled his gut.  He got on a crying jag and dumped his bucket.  You’re always bragging about what a great Dad he was.  He’s a pathetic old lecher who couldn’t keep his hands off his own daughters.”

     That’s new information thought Major Trevor while maintaining her focus on tightening her vagina around the Colonel’s cock as she rocked back to meet his thrusts.  If that isn’t bullshit, the Sullivan’s are just as dysfunctional as my family.   She thought for a minute before replying.   “Daddy promised never to tell.”

     “You let Daddy take your cherry,” said Colonel Sullivan.  “You and Eileen would sit in Daddy’s lap and let him play with your pussies.  And Mom knew all about it,” said Colonel Sullivan as she forced his thumb past Major Trevor’s sphincter.  The Major grunted loudly as the thick digit invaded her rectum.

      “We promised never to tell,” said Major Trevor.

      “Your father’s a drunk, a daughter fucking drunk, and you’re a piss drinking whore along with that slut of a sister of yours,” said the Colonel.

      The room grew silent as the two focused their energy on achieving orgasm.  Major Trevor slipped her hand under her body reaching between her legs to rub her clit.

     “Going to come,” breathed the Major as her orgasm started.   “Your cock is so big I can’t help it.”

     “Fill your nasty twat with spunk,” gasped Colonel Sullivan as he felt the onrush of his climax.

     Moments later, the Major gave in to her orgasm, enjoying the contractions of her vaginal walls as the Colonel’s semen flowed into her.  Exhausted and out of breath, the Colonel collapsed into a nearby chair as Major Trevor slid off the desk and slumped to the floor.

      “You are incredible.  The absolute best fuck I’ve ever had,” said Major Trevor when she recovered her breathe.

      “That was terrific.  You’re amazing,” said Colonel Sullivan reaching for a tissue to clean his cock.