F/F/M CBT SOUNDING FARTING



When you're wounded and left on Afghanistan's plains
And the women come out to cut up your remains
Just roll on your rifle and blow out your brains
And go to your Gawd like a soldier.

-Rudyard Kipling.



It was 1880 and Second lieutenant James Fleetwood had only
recently received his commission from the Royal Military Academy
at Sandhurst. The merest boy of a soldier, he was only 18 and
felt rather proud to be wearing his scarlet uniform. James had
been given the appointment of a messenger on the staff of
Brigadier-General George Burrows and had been sent to the
northwest frontier of India to win his spurs, this part of the
empire bordered with the lawless tribes of Afghanistan.

James was short and slim for his age, with mousey brown hair and
fine features, his high cheek bones complemented his good looks
and his dark brown eyes left many a young lady in London swooning
with delight. James didn't have much experience with girls
though, he was on the path of glory and all that could wait. One
day he would get married and there would be plenty of time to
learn about the mysteries of the fairer sex. Sometimes during the
hot nights of the Indian summer he would find himself getting
quite frustrated though, he had heard about some of the things
young men did to relieve themselves but James was a gentleman and
that sort of thing would never do. As time went on the Indian
servant girls appeared ever more becoming but James had to remind
himself that he was saving the right moment for a lady of noble
birth and manners. One such girl did exist in his acquaintance,
sweet Georgina, he had met the slender beauty at a dinner party
in Surrey. Once James had proven himself a valiant warrior he
would return to her and marry her and then he could find
happiness in the carnal pleasures of her flesh. James reminisced
fondly, she was almost a goddess in her elegant dresses and
refined character; surely such a being would not be subject to
the regular necessities of nature? James could not imagine her
naked, but longed for the day to explore her every crevice.

Such thoughts were distracting on a day like this, James had been
working his horse hard in order to deliver important dispatches
to Brigadier-General Burrows; apparently a large Ghazi force was
making its way towards Maiwand. James's horse had just crossed
the top of a hill near the battlefield when he caught sight of
the British Army. The guns of the artillery were already in
action but then suddenly stopped firing, James reached into his
saddle pack to grab his telescope and get a better view of the
action. The horse artillery were withdrawing to get more
ammunition, but as they withdrew James saw the Afghans make their
attack. A giant wave of tribesmen fell upon the left flank of the
army, pushing the Indian sepoys back onto the regular British
troops. Panic ensued. James felt the icy hand of fear grip his
heart as the army faltered and started to fall back in disarray.
The whole British line was swept away by a mass of Afghan
tribesmen, the only fugitives to escape were those on horseback
who rode for the high ground. Many men died fighting and were cut
down where they stood, it all happened so quickly that James did
not have enough time to consider whether his own situation was
any safer and he didn't notice the group of Pashtun tribesmen
approaching behind him who had been sent forward to cut off the
fleeing troops.

A sun cracked hand made a grab for his horse reigns and some
strong arms dragged him to the ground, the last thing James saw
before he was hit over the head and lost consciousness was the
wild, sneering face of a tribesman.

When James regained consciousness he was lying on the ground with
his hands tied behind his back and staring at the ceiling of a
large canvas tent. As he glanced around the memories came reeling
back, he had been taken prisoner by the Afghans, but this tent
seemed quite luxurious for tribal savages. A movement to his left
attracted James's attention to a large, dark figure clad in dusty
robes and a turban.

"The prisoner has awoken your majesty." Said the tribesman. It
was a Pathan tongue, James had studied the language at Sandhurst
and had a fairly good understanding of what was being said.

"Bring him over to me Ahman and then leave us." Said another
voice, it was quite husky and had a feminine ring to it.

James felt himself being dragged cross the floor toward a large
curtain which was draped across the center of the tent. He caught
another look at his captor and recognized the scarred face and
large beard of the fellow who he had last seen before losing
consciousness.

The large tribesman pushed James forward so he fell in a heap at
the curtain, then the tribesman gave him a swift kick, spat at
him and mumbled something in Pathan before leaving.

There were a few moments of silence before the curtain opened, on
the other side a beautiful girl was sprawled across some large
pillows, she appeared to be in her early twenties. Slim but not
skinny, her toned muscles rippled beneath her olive skin like a
large cat, indicating a powerful constitution. Her thick brown
hair was tied back in a long ponytail, but the most remarkable
thing about her was her eyes. James had never seen green eyes
with such intensity before, rumour had it that some of the tribes
could date their ancestry back to when Alexander the Great first
explored these regions. At a place where the clash of empires
from East and West met there was bound to be some unusual
genetics. The girl looked over to him with her bright green eyes,
she was lying on her stomach covered in rich robes, her bare legs
waved nonchalantly in the air behind her in a seductive pose.

"My name is Kavita, queen of the Sepáh, who are you?"

Kavita's soft voice floated over the tent towards James, he
hesitated a moment, slightly unsure of himself, and then decided
that the boldest measure was probably the safest.

"My name is James Fleetwood, I am an officer in the army of Her
Britannic Majesty and I demand that you release me!"

Kavita rolled over onto her back, allowing James a glimpse down
the top of her rich silk robe and chuckled, then she rolled over
again onto her stomach and glared at him, her demeanour becoming
more menacing.

"Silly boy, you are my prisoner and I shall do with you as I
please! You Britishers think that your empire will last forever,
you may read Greek and Latin but you do not know history - do you
not know that this land has seen more wars than any other? My
mother often told me about the first time the redcoats marched
into our lands, 15,000 came in but only one went out. My mother
had a lot of fun with your boys, she had so much fun she even
made a belt."

Kavita indicated at a long, dark leather strap hanging on the
tent pole behind her, James couldn't quite make it out but it
appeared to be made of skin. One day your glories will be dust
and sand, others will come after you, but their fate will be just
the same."

A silent moment passed between the prisoner and Queen, then the
awkward atmosphere was broken as Kavita smiled, James couldn't
make out whether the smile was hiding something more sinister, it
was certainly alluring. Then she rang a little bell at the side
of her cushion bed and the tent flap opened.

Another girl walked in dressed in dark robes, she was more slim
and delicate than Kavita with pale skin, raven hair tied back and
very dark eyes. She appeared to be of Indian heritage but her
pale skin would suggest her origins lay further north than the
subcontinent.

"This is Rasha my handmaiden." Purred Kavita.

"Rasha this is my new prisoner, James, isn't he handsome? I don't
think I've ever seen a boy so pretty."

Kavita leaned forward to ruffle James's hair playfully as Rasha
stole a glance, from the corner of her eye she weighed up the
prisoner. He was indeed very handsome, he had a small frame but
those dark brown eyes glistened with an air of stubborn pride
which made them appear irresistible. Suddenly she caught James's
eye and realized she was staring at him, she quickly diverted her
gaze to the ground.

Kavita took note of her servant's nervous disposition, clearly
she fancied the young man too. The realization sparked a jealous
rage within her which she quickly subdued. Growing up as a
princess within a brutal tribal culture had taught her every
trick of manipulation. She adopted a poker-face smile and drummed
her razor sharp fingernails on the cushion as her devious mind
considered the possibilities.

James was completely out of his depth and had no idea about the
dangers of his situation, he was upset that his attempt at
authority had been so easily rebuffed by these natives - and
what's worse they were just girls! Albeit very pretty and
becoming. His emotions got the better of him and he sat sulkily
staring at the ground.

Kavita slid off her large cushions like a hungry lioness and sat
opposite him, her green eyes shining. She reached forward with
her hand and gently touched the gold buttons on James's scarlet
tunic.

"You are very pretty for a boy." She said. "Do you have a girl
where you are from?"

James blushed at the bluntness of her questioning.

"No, there is one I suppose, but she is not mine yet."

"You do not like boys then? Ahmed likes boys, he's my guard who
took you prisoner. I'm sure he would like to spend some time with
you."

Kavita grinned, but this time James could definitely see
something more sinister in her smile.

"Don't worry Britisher," she said. "I'm just playing with you. I
also like men but they spend a lot of time away fighting and
women are forbidden to mate unless we go to a city like Kabul.
The mountains and plains are no place for a pregnant woman."

"That can't be much fun for you." Said James.
Kavita turned her head and smiled shyly, he had fallen for the
trap.

"Oh we can still have fun Britisher, I am satisfied quite often."

"But you cannot mate until you go to Kabul?"

"Ah yes, we cannot mate, but we can still have fun."

Kavita rolled over onto her side with her back facing James, she
looked over her shoulder toward him with a cheeky grin and
hitched down her robes to reveal her tight, round bottom.

"You see Britisher" she cooed. "There is more than one way to
have fun."

As if to emphasize her point she spread her pert cheeks slightly
apart to show him her little dark hole and then winked it at him.

Kavita felt a rush of excitement at the thrill of exposing
herself so explicitly to the young man, letting him peer directly
at her anus had aroused her and she felt a small damp patch begin
to form between her legs.

James was left completely shocked by Kavita's behaviour, growing
up in polite English society he had never even kissed a girl, let
alone stared into her most private regions. The experience had
left him breathless and his hosts couldn't help but observe the
small bulge rising in the front of his pants.

Kavita rolled upright and sat crossed legged next to him, smiling
sweetly she let her hand stray towards James's leg and ran her
claw-like fingernail along the inside of his thigh, stopping just
before the prominent point between his legs.

"Rasha, bring me my trumpet." She commanded, the silent
handmaiden leapt to Kavita's command and came back holding the
battered brass instrument.

"My father got this many years ago from a trading caravan, we get
many things there, the olive oil from Greece is especially useful
as you can imagine."

"What use would you need for a battered old instrument?" Enquired
James.

"Ah Britisher sahib, it is not the instrument but the manner in
which you play. You use the bugle, do you not? For rousing the
troops?"

"Yes we do."

"Indeed, but observe the trumpet. It has these buttons on the
side which change the tune, therefore making it a better
instrument."

"To what purpose do these questions pend?"

Kavita stole a cheeky smile at Rasha. "My father always said that
a girl must play a good tune to keep her man entertained, a bugle
is not as versatile as a trumpet. We have an ancient text called
the Kama Anale which every girl in the tribe must learn by heart
and practice every day."

At this point Kavita let her green eyes meet James as she smiled
shyly.

"So you see James, when a girl goes to sit on a man she must play
the right notes with her bottom to keep him happy. The best can
make a man explode without even moving. A girl must push, pull
and squeeze in the right order, it is a fine art. We have
polished wooden plugs to practice on until a girl is ready to
prove herself."

Kavita moved her queenly gaze over to Rasha, she was sat on the
side of the cushioned bed with her eyes averted as was her usual
form, she was such a shy girl. Kavita had not forgotten Rasha's
interest in James and took the opportunity to make an example.
"Little Rasha over there is the most talented of all, sometimes
when I am bored I make her play this trumpet without using her
mouth."

Rasha suddenly looked up, anxious of what her Queen was going to
say.

"Please my Queen I beg..."

"But how can you play without...?" Queried James, a confused look
on his face.

Kavita tittered gleefully and rolled onto her knees, bending
forward she pushed her bottom out and taking the trumpet she put
the mouthpiece against her posterior.

"So you see," she cooed. "There is more than one way to play a
trumpet."

James glanced over at Rasha, trying to imagine such an act from
such a petite beauty. She had turned a bright crimson color as
her cheeks blushed fiercely.

"Perhaps little Rasha will show you sometime? Ay Rasha?" Kavita
laughed merrily as she relished in her servant's humiliation.

Rasha kept her eyes focused on the ground and wished that the
ground would swallow her up, she was utterly ashamed, what would
James think of her now?

Kavita returned her focus to James and played her sharp
fingernails across his inner thigh again.

"I bet you would like to see that, wouldn't you sahib?"

James's penis begin to stiffen even more at the rude thoughts and
he felt a sudden panic - what if he couldn't control it? What if
the girls saw his erection?

Kavita looked down at the small tent in the front of James's
pants.

"What is this I see?" Kavita slowly dragged her fingernail
towards James's groin and moved it slowly up and down the
protruding lump.

"Are you erect?" She enquired, as she gave the top a playful
flick.

James winced in pain as his member bobbed up and down in his
pants, he couldn't help becoming hard at Kavita's wandering
fingers. He felt the sharp edge of her fingernail circling around
the fabric covering the tip of his erection, poor James felt
ready to explode.

Kavita relished teasing her prisoner, the absolute power she held
over him made her hot and flustered. She could do anything. As
her mind pondered over the many choices she felt a familiar heat
between her legs, her nipples became hard and a hot flush covered
her chest. She gazed down at the throbbing bump between James's
legs and smiled evilly.

As she rose she cruelly gave James a swift kick in the groin and
he double over in pain. Kavita felt her foot make contact with
the engorged head of James's penis.

"Is that really any way to behave in front of a Queen?" She
scolded. "Come here Rasha, I think he's hurt."

Rasha sat down by her Queen's side, she had seen the sneaky kick
and knew that Kavita enjoyed causing pain to her prisoners,
especially the men. She was clearly aroused and that made her
even more dangerous.

"Help me to move him to one of the cushions, perhaps we may take
a moment to inspect him?"

Both girls bundled James over to the cushioned bed and pushed him
so that he was laying with his chest across one of the pillows.

"Lift up your bottom James," said Kavita. "We need to make sure
you are not hurt. Rasha I think you should pull down his pants so
we can get a better look."

James couldn't believe his ears, he felt he was being violated
and tried to struggle. Kavita reached between his legs and held
his testes with the tips of her sharpened fingernails.

"Steady sahib, we wouldn't want you to hurt yourself any more."

Rasha felt a rush of excitement as she placed her hands on the
waist of James's trousers. She pulled them down in one swift
movement, exposing his bare buttocks for all to see. Then she
gently placed her hands on each cheek and spread them wide apart
so that they could see his anus more clearly. Both girls sat
transfixed for a moment, gazing at the wonderful sight.

James's face had turned a beetroot red, never before had he been
so humiliated. The gentle touch of the girl's hands spreading his
cheeks began to have an effect.

Kavita passed a small bottle of olive oil to Rasha. "Put your
finger in Rasha," she said. "Let's see if our prisoner can play
the trumpet too."

Rasha felt herself becoming wet as she molested James, she
pressed her finger against the tight opening and then pushed it
in rudely. At the same time Kavita reached between James's legs
and grabbed hold of his hard shaft, she pulled the foreskin back
as far as she could, exposing the glands to the air.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah" whined James as he felt the finger delve deeper
inside. Kavita cupped his testes with her other hand, they had
become tight against his groin with the heightened arousal, she
pulled them down gently whilst expertly manipulating his shaft.

"What a poor boy" she cooed as she squeezed his penis. "Did
someone kick your erection?"

James's breathing came in struggled pants and gasps as he came
closer to the edge, Rasha felt his bottom contracting
uncontrollably as she wriggled her finger around inside him.

"He plays the trumpet very well my Queen, I think he is a
natural."

"We best stop tormenting him a moment before it's too late," said
Kavita. She pinched down hard with her fingers on the tip of
James's penis, feeling it throbbing between her fingertips. Rasha
slowly pulled her finger out of his bottom, she had enjoyed her
part immensely and a small, damp patch had appeared on the thin
material of her undergarments.

"I think that you should show James how talented you are Rasha,"
said Kavita. "I'm sure you would relish the opportunity to show
off all of your jewels, let's move him onto his back."

Both girls pulled James off of the pillows so that he was lying
on his back, hands tied behind him and legs splayed apart. Rasha
sat down on his chest with her feet over his shoulders to ensure
that he couldn't move, she had deliberately chosen this position
so that James could get a good look at her bottom.

"That's it Rasha, he can get a full view from there." Said
Kavita.

Rasha lifted up her robe to reveal the pale skin of her bottom,
she pulled her tight little cheeks apart to show her pink anus
and then sat down on James's face. All inhibitions lost, James
stuck his tongue out and started sucking and licking her puckered
little hole.

Whilst James moaned incoherently Kavita sat herself between his
legs. She couldn't help but notice his penis stiffening even
more, if that were at all possible, as her friend wriggled her
bottom on his face. She took a small bottle of olive oil from a
wooden chest and poured some of it onto the stiff shaft.

James felt the sharp fingernails of Kavita's hand run up and down
his engorged member as her other hand squeezed his balls. Then
she yanked his foreskin back sharply, exposing the sensitive
glands, as she pulled the skin back further James's urethra
opened a little.

Kavita giggled, enjoying the torment of what was coming next. She
suddenly plunged the sharp fingernail of her index finger into
James's urethra and gave his testicles an extra hard squeeze.

James's legs bounced up and down and he tried to yell out in
pain, but his screams were stifled as Rasha pushed her bottom
down harder into his face.

Both girls were enjoying themselves immensely. "This is what
happens to our British prisoners sahib," said Kavita. "Remember
the belt my mother made? It was created using the most rare and
precious parts she could find."

She pulled her fingernail out and gave James's penis a rough
slap, it bobbed back and forth at the impact.

Rasha had become so sexually aroused that her eyes took on an
unnatural light at the cruelty, her former shyness gone, her
thoughts turned to further obscenities. "Do you think we should
give him some encouragement my Queen? Maybe you could help him
with the silver stick? When you do so I shall do my best to make
some music."

Kavita was surprised at her handmaiden's sudden callousness,
clearly the stimulation of her posterior had left her wanting
something more. She took the small silver tube from the wooden
chest and weighed it in her hand.

"Rasha I'm surprised at you." She chided. "I always thought you
were so shy, now you seem even crueller than me."

Rasha blushed at the realization of her deviancy, but she was too
far gone to care. Kavita gently covered the silver tube in olive
oil and began stroking James's penis again. James was still
teetering on the edge of delirium and barely aware of what was
happening as he felt his tender areas being stroked and squeezed
again.

Rasha parted her cheeks and gently pushed, letting out a small
waft of air into James's face. It was so dirty she couldn't
believe she was doing it, but the act of complete domination and
James's tongue swirling around her clit left her burning for
more.

Rasha strained a little harder, "Wait I can do more..."

Her words were lost on her Queen as Kavita gently balanced the
silver tube against James's urethra and then slowly slipped it
in. Giving his balls a hard squeeze she put her lips around the
end of the tube and started sucking hard.

It was at this moment that the silent observer peeped around the
side of the tent flap, a shepherd girl had been attracted to the
sounds of commotion going on inside the tent. A curious sight met
her eyes which she couldn't explain, being rather naive with
perverse sexual antics she was only familiar with the Kama Anale,
but this was something quite different. The handmaiden Rasha had
a strained look on her face, she had her robes hitched up and her
bare bottom was smothering the face of a young man. Meanwhile the
Queen was busy sucking on a silver straw which was jammed in the
man's penis. What was going on? Maybe it was a snakebite, yes
that must have been it. A viper must have bitten the young man's
penis and now her courageous Queen was trying to suck the poison
out whilst brave Rasha held him down, no doubt it must be very
painful. She could see the young man was struggling, his limbs
thrashing about on the floor wildly and his screams filled the
tent as the Queen tried to save him. What a poor fellow, imagine
being bitten on the penis by a snake? The thought seemed rather
comical but also strangely arousing to the girl, she slipped her
hand under her gown and felt a fire between her legs, then she
sat down to watch.


THE END


  
Afghan Woman