1. Somewhere in Afgan


    Date: 5/25/2024, Categories: Fiction BDSM Body modification, Bondage and restriction Cheating Cock & ball torture, Torture, Transvestite, Author: abroadsword, Source: sexstories.com 

    ... guided Hell Fire missile on the gooks and what did we find, your idiot pongoes had loaded two dead insurgents on the hard point so we dropped them from ten thousand feet instead.”

“Serves you right for not doing a walk round, your chaps sit in Whitehall flying the drones while it’s my chaps who have to re arm them under fire half the time, well, my chaps need some fun too.” I said boldly.

“We said no more dead gooks as Passengers on Predator drones,” he insisted.

“The previous two were alive,and these two were on a hard point not necessarily on the drone if you want to be pedantic.” I insisted.

“Do you get some perverted sexual thrill from torturing and killing gooks?” the RAF chap asked.

“Yes, I suppose so," I replied.

“Me too,” he agreed. “But please no more gooks on Predators.”

“How about in the wheel wells on Voyagers?” I asked.

“No and no more throwing them off the ramps of Hercules,” he added, “Mind you we did get some fantastic video of them skydiving straight into the rocky desert floor, Bong, Splat.”

“Best bit was they had the static line rip cord round their privates instead of a parachute,” I laughed, “Silly little pink wiggly things left behind.”

“Anyway,” He insists, “No more gooks on planes dead or alive please, Toodle Pip.” and he put the phone down.

An Aircraftsman 3rd class was next in the queue of people sent to annoy me.

“Beg pardon sir but Sgt Major Riley said to clean up ...
    ... trail of blood and it led here,” the chap said like some timid little mouse.

“Why did he ask you not one of his squaddies?” I asked, “Was there a reason.”

“Beg pardon sir, not blood sir, Hydraulic Oil, looks like blood, smells like blood, except its not blood. RAF business not Army sir,” he said, “Blood spills go in the accidents book and Hydraulic fluid only gets reported if we spill a significant amount like half a gallon.”

“King’s regulations no doubt, very well, carry on then fuck off,” I ordered.

“Beg pardon sir but did someone cut themselves shaving or something?” he asked.

“Oh no, a Gook Transwoman had her period,” I explained, He looked puzzled. “I did a cock ectomy with my sword, well he was dressed like a woman, it wasn’t as if I forced him or anything.”

He looked sick, probably wished he hadn’t asked.

My Boss Major Lancaster,Major Susan Manchester arrived, just as the RAF chap left.

“Sexual Harassment in the work place,” she started.

“Drop your knickers and I’ll be with you in a mo,” I agreed.

“I do like a subordinate with enthusiasm but a bit more stamina would be good,” she reminded me.

“The last time a Bloody RPG round went off, no wonder I shot my load early,” I reminded her.

“Well don’t do it again,” she said as she bent over and wiggled her ass.

Who could resist. Certainly not me, It might be against Kings regulations but who cares what that jug eared prat thinks anyway?
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