1. Rest in pieces


    Date: 10/1/2018, Categories: Fiction, Oral Sex / Blowjob, BDSM, Cum Swallowing, Lesbian, Group Sex, Humiliation, Group Sexs, Rape, Violence, Written by women, Author: Vortex101, Source: sexstories.com

    Hey all, I haven't written In a while but hopefully I will have more time to do so from now on. Thank you for all the comments on my last series about a year ago, I get what you were getting at now and will hope to change that. Please leave a positive rating if you enjoy this story and I will talk to you guys later. Oh and one more thing, please no kick me @bullshit.pissoff, it's not helpful for anyone. I'm sure other readers and authors will understand. This entire story is a work of fiction, the places and people are made up by my crappy imagination. Please enjoy :) -------------------- Rest in Pieces "Incoming mortar fire, 11 o'clock" I yelled as insurgents poured onto the battlefield. Explosions erupted behind my squadron. The desert horizon shimmered in the heat if the Iraqi summer. We darted into opposite buildings in the small town of Akheid. After an intense bombardment of mortar fire it eventually ceased. ---------------- My name is lieutenant Amy Jones of the East Sussex regiment. From my title you can probably tell that I am in the army. I was doing a short service commission which led to the biggest change of my life. Not only does battle scar you physically, but mentally. I learnt that the hard way. Not wanting to be arrogant but I must admit I am attractive at the young age of 25. With 34c breasts and a tanned body from my tours of the Middle East, I do look good on a dress. However most people see me in uniform which doesn't highlight my assets and when I'm ...
    in battle, it's the only time I feel validated as a woman. I will never forget the battle of Akheid. ----------- My fellow squadron leader was nestled into the building structure across the street from me. Not only was she a colleague but my best friend. It was unheard of to have 2 women in charge of a squadron, our nickname was, "the pussy platoon" Joan was her name. "This is Zulu one nine, requesting immediate are back up over" I radioed back to command. "Affirmative, helicopter support in route, move to extraction point 577 896 over" "Roger that, out" "Alright listen up everyone" I yelled. "Heli support is on its way, set up defensive positions. We are getting an emergency evac in 200metres south of here in 15 minutes, all we need to do is hold out, ready?" This was met by large cheering and "aurahs". I heard the same speech being given by Joan next door. Our squadron consisted of 2 light machine gunners, 6 riflemen and 2 medics. Split directly in half between me and Joan. "Carter, set up your LMG in the window, Med, cover him, the rest of you take cover on the roof and kill as many fuckers as you can" The first 10 minutes was a Taliban slaughter fest. My SA80 rifle chattered away at the sea of men charging over the brow of the horizon. It was all going so well. The first explosion knocked me off my feet and left a curled into a ball in the corner of the room. I watched in horror as another shell shrieked through the air and land 10metres away from me. The floor crumpled ...
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