I joined the Army National Guard right after highschool. After basic I used my signing bonus to start working on a bachelors from a for-profit university. Pretty quickly I was activated and deployed to Iraq. After that I did two tours in Afghanistan. After a roadside bomb rolled me all around the inside of an armored vehicle, wrecking my back, I took my leave of the army. I finished the last 6 months of my IT degree and graduated. Unfortunately the degree from that miserable school was worth less than the paper it was printed on. The only jobs I could find all paid $10 per hour for graveyard shifts. I had a couple months left on my security clearance so I applied for contract work with a company that did IT for the State Department and military. In two months I was back in Afghanistan. Six weeks in I was out in BFE doing a network install at a school when we were attacked by Taliban forces. I was captured. I spent the next several weeks being carted all over the mountains of northern Afghanistan. The whole time I was minded by a guy I called Rat.
Rat didn’t want to be on prisoner duty and took every chance he got to abuse me. Those weeks in the mountains are just a blur of beatings, rotten food, and horse stench. I was bound and hooded the whole time. Eventually they delivered me to an old jail leftover from the days of the Russian occupation. I spent the next 8 months locked in a 4 by 8 cell.
After a few days Rat stopped bringing me my food and water. He was replaced by a woman I called Mouse. Mouse was terrified of everything, even her own shadow. I had no idea if she was old or young, pretty or ugly. She always wore a burka complete with sheer fabric that hid her eyes. I settled into a routine. In the morning Mouse would bring me a bucket of water and some stale bread. I would stand at the back of the cell so as to not scare her. She would leave the bucket at arm’s length and then scuttle out of the room. I would have to sit down and reach out to drag the bucket over. Then I would scoop out some water with the little tin cup I had and have my first drink. After that I would use some of the water to fill the toilet up so I could have my one flush of the day. Then I would leave the bread to soak in my cup until it was soft enough to eat. If it was hot I’d spend the rest of the day laying on the floor. If it was cold I’d lay on the rough wooden bed. In the afternoon or evening Mouse would come get the empty bucket and leave another crust of bread or sometimes some day old rice or millet. If I was lucky she would bring another bucket in the evening so I could wash myself and my clothes. Other than those two brief interactions I was totally alone. I started jerking off a couple of times a day just for something to do.
One day I was laying on the floor having a good slow jerk. When I came I pointed my prick up just to see how high I could shoot. I guess it was about 3 feet. I rubbed in the cum that landed back on me and kind of played with the stickiness of it for a bit. Suddenly I got that feeling you get when someone is watching you. I looked over and there was Mouse. She had slipped in without making a sound and had been watching me. I don’t know for how long.
The next morning when Mouse brought the bucket in she set it down in the middle of the room. I motioned for her to bring it closer. She shook her head. She made a jerk-off motion with her hand and then stood there waiting. I shook my head and then motioned for her to bring me the water. She shook her head again and then mimed jerking her finger off. I shook my head again. She left. After a few hours, when the room started to get hot, I got thirsty. I don’t know why I wouldn’t just jerk off for her. Stupid pride I guess.
By noon Mouse returned. She had a tin in her hands. I stood at the back of the cell again. She moved the water bucket to where I could reach it and then opened the tin. Steam came off the fresh cooked rice and meat inside. My mouth watered at the sight of real food. She made the jerk off motion again. I nodded. I slipped down my pants and started to slide the skin up and down my cock. Mouse sat down just out of reach of the cell. I stroked myself slowly, building up the tenson. Eventually I came, catching it all in my hands. I made a big show of rubbing the cum into my pubes and abs. When it was over Mouse scuttled out. I dashed over and wolfed down the goat stew and rice she had brought me. It was heavenly. Then I had several big gulps of water.
This became our new routine. I would save up my jerks for Mouse. She didn’t ask for them every day, but most. She brought me a blanket and I had my first solid night of sleep in months. She would bring me sweets or bits of dried goat meat in exchange for watching me jerk off. After a few weeks she got bolder. She would sit on the floor as close to my cell as she dared and pull her arms inside her burka. By the way she swayed and gasped I could tell she was masturbating while watching me. She started to do a thing where she would put her hand up under her face covering. At first I couldn’t figure it out but then I realized she was sucking on her finger while we masturbated. Eventually we got synced up so that we could almost always orgasm together.
One day I got bold during my jerk and slowly walked all the way up to the bars. I put my dick through the bars and then reached around to jerk off in the room. She was barely more than three feet from me. When we both finished I came all over the floor. She crawled over and wiped it up with her burka. I left my dick hanging out of the bars. She brought her face up to my dick and pressed the tip against her face covering. The cum dribbling out of me soaked through the cloth. I felt her lips close over me through the cloth. Then I felt her tongue licking me. She was tasting my cum. After that I always jerked through the bars for her.
Towards the end of my stay in that hellhole I had one of the most intense experiences of my life. I held off my orgasm til after mouse had hers. I stopped stroking and just held the bars with both hands. Mouse timidly came over and put me into her cloth covered mouth. She couldn’t really suck me so she used one hand to jerk me off into her mouth. I came in notime. She sucked it all though the cloth. I think she may have come again while doing it.
Suddenly, one day, Rat returned. He shouted at me and made a handcuff gesture. I put my hands through the bars so he could tie my wrists together. He opened the cell and dragged me out. He put a rough burlap sack over my head. Rat was the dumbest motherfucker I ever met. I could see through the burlap. He led me into another room. On a table near me I could see a sword. I knew what was coming. I’m not sure why he did this, other than because he really was the dumbest motherfucker on the planet, but he left me standing by the table while he went over to fuck with a video camera mounted on a tripod. Maybe he figured that months of little food and poor sleep would leave me too weak to fight back. He obviously didn’t know about my arrangement with Mouse. Or maybe he just didn’t realize I could see through the burlap.
When he sauntered back over I seized my opportunity. I snatched up the sword with both hands still bound and swung at his throat. If he’d had even the tiniest bit of combat training or even common sense he would have lunged for my arms. Instead he tried to unholster the pistol he had on his hip. With nothing to stop it the blade sliced cleanly through his neck. If I had been a couple inches closer I probably would have decapitated him. He grabbed his throat and collapsed like a sack of potatoes. I cut my bonds with the sword and took the pistol from his holster as the life drained out of him. I left him to die alone and searched for an exit.
In the next room I surprised Mouse. She was sitting at a table. When she saw me she lunged for an AK that was standing against the wall. I rushed her and she went crashing through one of the chairs. Adrenaline was slamming through my brain. I should have grabbed the rifle and ran but instead I tossed Mouse face down onto the table. She weighed almost nothing. I lifted her burka and then the threadbare cotton dress she wore. She didn’t have any panties on. She tried to push me away but I caught her wrist and pinioned her arm behind her. I sucked on a finger and then poked it into her pussy. I worked it around til she was ready and then shoved my dick in her. She cried out when I entered her. I held her down on the table while I fucked her. With each stroke I slammed my dick home with more force. She yelped each time I filled her up with my rock hard dick. Not satisfied with fucking a tablecloth I pulled out and pulled her down to the floor. I yanked her burka off. Her beauty stunned me. She had flashing green eyes and wavy brown hair. She looked terrified and at the same time fierce and proud. I couldn’t tell her age for sure. She had both the beauty of youth and the ware that years of suffering bring. I figured she must be in her late teens or early twenties. I noticed too that she was gaunt from malnutrition. I realized that the extra food she had been giving me, the food that had probably given me the will to save my life, had come from her meager rations. As I stared at her she crawled on her knees over to me. Her chest was heaving. She trembled as she took my cock in her hand and then brought her lips to me. She closed her eyes and sucked me. With her other hand she lifted her dress and started rubbing herself. She used her tongue and lips to work my cock while she stroked herself. We fell back into our synchronization. As she convulsed with her orgasm I filled her mouth with my cum.
When she let me go I had a sudden moment of clarity. This was likely the best blowjob of my life but if I didn’t get moving it would be my last. I pulled up my pants and grabbed the AK off the wall. I stepped carefully out of the door to the jail and found nothing. I was in a village that looked like it had been abandoned for years. Off to the right was a hut that looked to be in slightly better shape than the rest. There were 4 horses tied up outside. I looked to my left and saw an old motorcycle with two gas cans strapped to the rack on the back. I climbed onto the bike. I looked back over my shoulder. Mouse was standing in the doorway. Tears were streaming down her face. I made a, “what the fuck are you waiting for” sign with my arms and then patted the back of the motorcycle seat. A huge smile broke over her face. I’m pretty sure that’s when I fell in love with her. She ran over, hopped up on the bike, and hugged me tightly. I started the motorcycle and tore out of there. We rode off into the fucking sunset.
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