I'm Not Asking, I'm Telling pt 1
Morris Finch carefully looked before exiting the classroom and entering the hallway. It didn't appear any of his major tormentors were in sight. Normally he didn't really care about them but today was different. It was two weeks until graduation and he would be leaving the day after that for the army. To get himself psyched he had gone temporarily insane and gotten a GI boot camp haircut.
He had been surprised that he had passed the physical and been accepted. He was only seventeen so his folks had to sign for him. No problem with his dad, he was a vet himself. He had convinced his mom he was only going for the GI Bill benefits that would give him a free education. He had scored high enough on his ASVAB that he would be a corporal after basic. His score guaranteed him the computer school he wanted.
He got to his locker and lifted the latch. The door sprang open and a snarling brown animal sprang out into his face catching him with three claws across his forehead before leaping to the floor and running away. He heard the hysterical female laughter and turned to see Bridget, Kaitlyn and Allison holding each other up they were laughing so hard.
Morris, his forehead bleeding badly, confronted them. "I should turn you three in for animal abuse. Where did you get the Mexican hairless cat and why did you think it was OK to lock him up for hours in a locker."
"Oh lighten up General Patton. It's just a cat," was Kaitlyn's reply.
"How about my head then?"
"We care even less about that," Bridget replied.
"Yeah you're probably going to get killed in Iran anyway," said Allison.
"If I got killed it would be in Iraq or Afghanistan, not Iran," he tried explaining.
"We don't care, school will be over soon and we can party all summer," said Allison.
He just shook his head and turned toward the Nurses office. This was just another in a long line of pick on the small kid with the dorky name tortures.
Two weeks later he threw his hat in the air and said goodbye to the class of 2008.
He really had joined the army for the free education but from the first day of boot camp he knew he had found his purpose in life. He worked harder than anyone else and physically benefited more than any other recruit in his Company. At the end of boot camp the medic said he had grown two inches and put on thirty pounds of muscle.
Captain Greer called him in during the last week and told him because of an administrative foul up he would not be able to start his computer training with the next class. They didn't really know what to do with him but the Captain had pushed to get him language school. It would be Pashto, which is spoken in Eastern Afghanistan and Western Pakistan. It would be a 39 week course. This meant that after his 39 week computer courses he would only have one year left on his enlistment. He would have to extend six months to make it work. They would soften the blow by making him a Sergeant on graduating language school and a Staff Sergeant after computer school.
He excelled in all of his schools not only mentally but physically also. In just short of two years he had grown from 5' 9" and 130 pounds to 6' 1" and 180 pounds. He was now a Staff SGT on his first deployment to Bagram Air Base, Afghanistan.
He was assigned to Headquarters as a computer tech team leader. One of his team's jobs was to put interrogators notes into proper form and file them. From the beginning he noticed discrepancy's between the raw intelligence and the written notes. He told his Major about it and he was sent to Military Intelligence to talk to the interrogators. Most of them, to his astonishment, did not speak the language but used civilian interpreters.
He noticed one female civilian interpreter that had a way with female detainees. He started working with her and they made a great team. She would get them talking and he would ask the questions. The intel they collected was first rate and was making a difference in the way they fought the Taliban. The Colonel in charge of Intelligence asked if he would like a transfer and he jumped at it. Computers were his passion but he felt he was really making a difference in Interrogation.
Farishta and Morris had been working together for three months now. Both were tired after working with the wife of a tribal chief for 11 hours straight. They handed their notes to the MP's for safekeeping and stepped out in the cool night air. Farishta lit up a cigarette and handed Morris one. They smoked without talking, just trying to wind down.
"I'm horny," Farishta said, "I always get excited after a session like that when we get what we need from someone."
"So do something about it," Morris told her, "There must be 10,000 guys in Bagram Town that would help you with that problem."
"Yes, but I am a good Muslim Pakistani woman and not married so I shouldn't have thoughts like that, let alone act on them."
"So how do you get relief?" he asked curiously.
"In much the same way as you I suspect," she said holding up her hand.
"Yup, we call that Rosie Palm and her four daughters," he laughingly confessed.
She didn't understand the play on words but after he explained it she laughed heartily.
"When I was still living in Peshawar I fell in love with a lovely young man. Of course we were not supposed to do anything physical with each other until we married. One day we had gone for a long walk and we sat and discussed these rules against touching. He asked if I were forced to touch him would that make it OK in my mind. I said if I were forced, I would have to do it. I could not be guilty if it were not my idea."
"He stood up and untied the drawstring of his pants, they fell to the ground and there was his hard cock sticking straight out. He grabbed me by the hair and told me to suck his cock. I told him no and he slapped my face twice. I went down to my knees and fellated him. It was so good, so liberating, he told me to take off my pants so he could take my virginity."
"I told him no and he slapped my face until I stood up and took off my pants. When I had my pants off he pushed me onto all fours and beat my ass until I begged him to take me. We both had our orgasms on the second stroke I think. We had sex regularly after that but only after he forced me to do it. We were together for two years and then he got pneumonia and died."
"I can sometimes find someone to play a spanking game that allows me to let them take me," she finished.
