Brutal Thoughts.

 

I tried to imagine a male day dream. He has similar nasty thoughts to mine. Hope you enjoy it. Susan.

 

I had always wanted to fuck a girl who was in pain. Not just ordinary pain, like she was being raped or something, but real gut-churning shrieking agony like her tits were being cut off with a chainsaw while I was pumping in and out of her pussy. The feeling of her muscles clenching, the struggles, the smell of terror and the sound of her screaming. The way her eyes would be so wide open in total dis-belief that anything so fucking awful was actually being done to her body.

Some of the other guys in the squad told stories about rape-fests they knew of, Arab bitches passed round until they were fucked unconscious. You never know whether to believe that shit, of course. Amazing how it is always “This guy I know” or suchlike, never “I was there with Tom and Ted and the three of us did it!”

I would sometimes try a leading question or two, like whether the bitch got roughed up or did they top her after the shagging, hoping someone might take up on the interest and realise I was a closet sadist. You see, it is quite Macho to talk about fucking girls, even raping them if they’re on the other team, but start saying you’d like to tie them down and work on them with your razor, and that somehow just is not acceptable mess house gossip.

Occasionally I’d get quite turned on if the stories about that little Yugoslavian rumble got going. Blokes genuinely had seen some pretty grisly sights there. Houses with mothers and daughters stripped and butchered, that sort of thing. Not by our blokes, of course, but left behind after the religious crazies had done their thing. Of course, the guys wouldn’t really talk about it properly, ever. Just enough to get my juices started, so I’d nip off to the John and wank off while I filled in the blanks.

Yeah. Strip them, mother and two sexy looking girls. Tie the mother up so she can watch me break her girls in. Then shove a chair leg up her pussy so she feels the pain, too. Then take my time with the girls. Stripped, naturally. And they’ve both got lovely figures with nice big tits and long shapely legs. One spread over the table top, face up,  the other bent over a chair or something, nice shapely arse cheeks virtually asking for punishment.

Naturally, there’s no fucking C.O. yelling for me to get a move on, no passers by to hear the screams. I’ve got all the time in the world to strip off my combat gear and fuck the shit out of the girls, maybe slicing a nipple off or something just before I come. Show Mama how much it hurts by cutting one of her tits off or de-lipping her pussy fold. Yessss. Back to the girls, arse fuck, maybe even get them to suck me off promising I’ll let them go if they do a good job, and telling them if they bite me I’ll cut them into little pieces.

Which I aim to do, anyway, but Hope Springs Eternal and all that crap, so the little Darlings lap my prick for me like sex-starved nymphos. Then look really dis-appointed when I carry on beating and cutting their naked flesh. Finish off with a hand grenade up the pussy. Won’t leave much evidence behind, will it ?

Of course, I’ve come and sprayed another wasted million sprogs down the pan during this full-colour dream-scape, and go back to the boys after carefully checking for wet stains in awkward places.

So there I am, primed and loaded, complete with full combat weapons, and staring at miles of empty fucking sand. Bored witless. We get to slam off a few rounds when some twit thinks he’s seen someone moving out there, and it gets quite exciting when mortars come out of nowhere and explode near by. And we hardly ever even see a native chick. Then they are all decked out in black, moving fucking letterboxes with eyes in the slit. Jesus, if you got the chance to capture a women over here you’d not know if she was a gnarled old crone or a cracking bit of skirt until you’d worked for half an hour stripping all those fucking layers off.

There’s some very nice home grown pussy around, all in uniform unfortunately. I sometimes wish I was one of those guys who gets turned on by chicks in uniform. But I don’t find military wear appealing, and anyway, the few tasty morsels are booked by the guys with either rank or money. We ordinary mortals don’t stand a chance.

I was pretty interested in that Yank bird who helped out the US soldier convicted of sexually assaulting prisoners. I reckon if I could have talked with her for a while, she might have been quite turned on by some of my ideas.

Maybe I’ll put her in my next wanking phantasy. Maybe she could chop the bitches tit off when I was just getting to the rabbit strokes. Now that would be one Hell of a come !

Well, got to pick up my rifle and look like I’m a soldier now. Break’s over. Back on duty.Maybe I’ll drop you a line another time. Cheers.