The Things We Do for Our Country
by Hatour
Copyright© 2026 by Hatour
Fiction Sex Story: A special forces soldier must pass the tests of Shalimar Aaliyah Haajar Mawara Izzah in order for her to give him the mastermind of the worst terrorist attack on US soil.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Heterosexual Fiction Military War Muscle Mommy .
I know you have seen me in all the newspapers and news shows. I am the one who found Bin Laden. You have all also heard the story of how I got him. Well, that’s not really what happened. The truth isn’t actually classified, but no one would believe the truth. So, I am writing the real story here so that everyone knows the truth behind how we captured him.
It was the spring of 2008. I was the company commander of Company Bravo Zulu, 3rd Battalion, 20th Special Forces Group. My company specialized in going out into the field and either getting or confirming intelligence. My battalion commander called me into the briefing room to give my company their next assignment.
“Good morning, captain,” the lieutenant colonel greeted me. “I am sorry to call you into another assignment so quickly, but we have information regarding the whereabouts of Osama Bin Laden and we need this information verified immediately. I am recommending that you personally lead this mission, since you are the best collector of information we’ve got.”
“Thanks for the vote of confidence, sir,” I replied.
“It has come to our attention that a small tribe that resides in the mountains just northeast of the village of Ali Kheyl, near the Pakistan border, may know the whereabouts of Bin Laden. The leader of the tribe is a woman named Shalimar Aaliyah Haajar Mawara Izzah, but her followers call her Asna Ujala Mawiyah. As you are well aware, it is quite uncommon for a woman to lead a tribe in this area of the world. Apparently, her tribe was the only tribe that was able to successfully resist Taliban rule. They would be natural allies for us and if she does indeed know the whereabouts of Bin Laden, it should be easy to convince her to share the information.”
“This sounds like a slam dunk, sir. What’s the catch?”
“Truth be told, we have sent two other platoons from two other companies up there before, but they never returned. Not only will you have to get the information about Bin Laden, you will also have to find out what happened to the other two platoons we sent.”
“You can count on me, sir.”
I left the room and hand selected a small platoon that I would lead myself. We got in our transports and headed to Ali Kheyl. After we arrived there, we resupplied and headed up into the mountains. Surprisingly enough, it did not take us long to find her tribe, or rather, they found us. After they relieved us of our weapons, they escorted us to their camp. When we got to their camp, I was surprised to see some of our soldiers walking freely among the tribesmen.
Apparently, they had been converted into worshiping their leader. They stated that she really was Asna Ujala Mawiyah. For those who do not speak Muslim, this name that they call her means one to be praised, light of the universe, the essence of life. I asked them what happened to the rest of their platoons, and they said that they were killed because they refused to join the tribe. I asked them if they had forgotten about their duty to their country or if they were brainwashed. They simply laughed and said that I would soon understand.
The tribesmen were quite friendly and we were treated very well. One thing I noticed was that there were no women in the camp, only men and little girls. When I asked one of the tribesmen why this was, he simply replied because that is the way Asna Ujala Mawiyah commands it to be.
After a day or two, my platoon was led into a large tent. We were told to sit on a large rug. In front of us where two people. The first person was a male of average height in the area, around 5’ 7.” Sitting next to him, in an ornate chair, covered from head to toe in a blood red burqa, was the largest person I had ever seen. I would say that she was just over six feet wide. She seemed to take up all the space in the tent. You couldn’t help but feel small and insignificant in her presence. Sitting down, she was the same height as the man standing next to her. This had to be some trick. Her burqa had to be stuffed and be hiding some platform on which the chair was standing.
When we were settled, the man spoke. “Afghan society is tribal and conservative. Women have long been relegated to a subservient role. However, in the 1960s and ‘70s, the role for women was slowing expanding. By 1964, they had been granted the vote. The cities had begun to produce educated women, who entered the professions and mixed comfortably with men. The Soviet invasion in 1979 was a disaster for Afghanistan generally, but under the Russians, women’s rights were protected. In some cases, women’s rights were even advanced to a degree that alienated some in Afghanistan’s tradition-bound society. More women were introduced into government, given an authority that many men found unnerving. Then in 1996, the Taliban seized power. The Taliban made Afghanistan a laboratory for the systematic oppression of women. It sought to make women not just obedient but nonexistent. Not just submissive but invisible. It was at the time of the rise of the Taliban that Shalimar Aaliyah Haajar Mawara Izzah became Asna Ujala Mawiyah. She retreated into the mountains and started to draw followers. She showed us the true way of things, as you will soon learn. But first, Asna Ujala Mawiyah wishes to know why you are here.”
I rose and stated, “We, as representatives of the United States, are also champions of women’s rights. We...”
The man raised his hand and interrupted me. “Asna Ujala Mawiyah already knows this. But why have you come?”
I have found with these gruff tribal types, it is always best to be direct. “We are here for the same reason the last two platoons came here. We seek your knowledge as to the whereabouts of Osama Bin Laden.”
“We do know where Osama Bin Laden is,” the man replied. “Asna Ujala Mawiyah will tell you where he is if you adhere to her code of challenge. Do you accept?”
“Please explain to me how this challenge works.”
“You give her three challenges of strength and endurance to complete in her cave. If she succeeds, you must complete her three challenges of strength and endurance in the cave. If she fails any of the challenges, you get what you seek. If you fail, she gets you and your followers.”
“What if we both complete the challenges?”
“That has never happened.”
“That may be so, but what would happen if we both completed the challenges?”
For the first time, we heard her speak. “Then you have proven yourself worthy and will get what you seek.” Her voice was sweet and sultry. Just imagine the sexiest voice you have ever heard and double it.
“Very well,” I replied. “I accept your challenge.”
The man next to Asna Ujala Mawiyah clapped his hands twice. The men who had stepped outside when we were settled in the tent came back in and escorted my men out of the tent. The man, who was standing next to Asna Ujala Mawiyah stepped towards me, wished me luck in my quest for enlightenment, and left. I was now alone with Asna Ujala Mawiyah.
Asna began to stand. She rose higher and higher. Eventually she stopped rising. Her head touched the top of the tent. In that position she was well over a foot taller than my 6’ 2” height. I waited for her to step down, but all she did was turn and walked behind the chair. I was amazed. There was no podium at all. She actually was well over seven feet tall!
She opened a curtain and gestured for me to go through it. When I went through, I found myself in a well lit cave. In it was a large assortment of old Soviet vehicles in various states of disrepair. Among the vehicles were T-55 AMV battle tanks, BMP-1P infantry fighting vehicles, and BTR-70 armored personnel carriers. Along with the vehicles were various devices that I can tell was used to lift large weights.
All of a sudden, a shadow descended upon me. It was Asna. She walked in front of me and motioned for me to follow her. We moved further into the cave to stand amongst all the equipment. “Are you ready for the challenge?” she asked.
“Yes,” I replied.
“Good,” she said. “I wear this burqa not because men want me to wear it. I wear it because if I do not, the men in my tribe would not be able to get anything done. My body is too much of a distraction and will usually result in fights as they attempt to gain my attention and favor. But now it is unnecessary.”
She crouched down and flexed her arms in front of her. Her blood red burqa burst off of her body. All that remained of the burqa was what covered her face. When the taters of her burqa hit the floor, my jaw hung open. Before me stood the most gargantuan mountain of muscle I have ever seen. She was larger than anything I have ever seen, in person, in pictures, even in drawings. She filled up my entire field of vision. I could not find a single place in her physique that was not at least five times as large as the largest body part I have ever seen. Her conditioning was not extreme, as was exhibited by her large breasts. However, you could still see slight muscle striations throughout the dark olive skin of her entire body.
At that moment, her real name came to mind: Shalimar Aaliyah Haajar Mawara Izzah. Her parents must have been psychics to have named her such. Translated, her real name means beautiful and strong, tall and towering, hard as a rock, superior, with might and power. She truly was the embodiment of her name.
She stopped her flex and stood there unabashedly naked before me. “I see that you are impressed,” she said. “I also see that you like.” I was so focused on her large physique, I had not noticed that I was sporting a huge woody. “That is good if you are to survive my challenges. Speaking of which, what are your challenges?”
I looked at her massive physique and pondered how strong she was. I walked around her so I could look around the cave. As I walked passed her, I was amazed by the sheer thickness of her physique. I tore my eyes off of her and looked around the cave again. All I saw was huge amounts of heavy boulders and metal equipment. She couldn’t possibly use this stuff to work out. Well I guess it was time to find out.
I noticed a large axel that was lying beside one of the BTR-70 armored personnel carriers. It was 20 feet long and about a foot round. I pointed to it and said, “For my first challenge, bend that in half.”
She took off her face covering and snickered. I gasped as I looked upon her face for the first time. A long mane of black hair fell across her wide shoulders. Her irises were so dark and black; you couldn’t even see her pupils. It was like looking into a shiny black pool. I could see my reflection in her eyes. I was lost gazing into them.
She snickered again and turned to walk over to the axel. I watched as she grasped it with one hand, lifted it up and placed her other hand about seven feet away from her other hand. Without even a look of strain on her face, she bent the metal tube in half. Her arms, chest, and traps hardly even moved with the effort. However, she didn’t stop there. She continued to tie the large metal object into a large knot. She dropped the tied piece of metal on the cave floor. The floor shook as a testament to its massive weight.
She wiped her hands together and said, “Is that the best you can do, soldier? I didn’t even have to flex to do that.”
I was amazed. She had to exert a ridiculous amount of power on that axel to bend it, let alone tie it in a knot! I had to think of something that could defeat this tower of strength. I looked around. I noticed that one of the T-55 AMV battle tanks was not disassembled and resting on jacks. I knew that the tank weighed 50 tons. Surely she was not strong enough to lift that, so I challenged her to squat it three times.
Once again, there was no change in Asna’s expression. She started to walk up to the tank. She passed another tank and I was amazed to see that she was the same height as the tank! That would make her 7’ 6” tall!
She approached the tank that was on jacks and turned to face me. She crouched down as low as she was able to and started to inch herself backwards toward the center of the tank. She barely had enough clearance to get to the center. Every so often her shoulder would brush up against the bottom of the tank and the tank moved up slightly. She can’t possibly be this strong.
She settled in the middle, placed her shoulders and hands on the bottom of the tank and stood up. Her legs doubled in size. Each quadriceps could be clearly seen and was each as large as my chest! She squatted down and quickly stood back up. She repeated the process for her third rep. But suddenly, I heard a small grunt as she started to raise the tank over her head! Her arms took on the size and definition of large boulders! She smiled as she lowered the tank to her shoulders and lifted the tank above her head again! She completed one more rep and than placed the tank back on the jacks.
She started to walk back to me. Her legs jumped with each step. I couldn’t believe it, but her arms and legs were larger than before as they started to get some blood flowing through her muscles. “That was a nice warm up,” she said. “But you have yet to give me a real challenge. I almost think you don’t really want me to tell you where Osama Bin Laden is. I think you want to worship me. At least I know one part of you does.”
She was mocking me as I was constraining to keep my erection in check. How dare she mock me? I knew people who worked in the Pentagon when that plane hit! Okay. I’ll have her do the impossible. The unthinkable. “Okay, here is your third and final challenge. I want you to take that axel you tied into a knot, place the knot between your buttocks and cut it in half using only your glutes.”
She raised an eyebrow and said, “Interesting. I have never been asked to do such a feat before. I may have to use a good portion of my strength to accomplish this one.”
She walked to the axel and picked it up. With her glutes facing me, she spread her legs wide and inserted the knot of the axel between her buttocks. Then she squeezed. The knot was easily crushed between her rock hard buttocks, but the axel did not break apart. She started to alternately flex her buttocks, creating a rubbing action on the metal. Her glutes exploded in size and definition as she worked the metal over. Each buttock was larger than a bowling bowl. Striations began to become more pronounced as she put more and more pressure on the metal.
She started to moan as the metal started to give way. She increased the tempo of her rubbing. Up and down each glute went, each striation was acting as teeth tearing into the metal. Then with a scream and a massive flex, the axel crashed to the cave floor in two pieces. She turned to face me. She was actually breathing heavily as a light sheen of sweat covered her body.
She looked amazing. Her traps were as big as my head. Her immensely wide chest and lats were so thick that she could no longer place her arms at her sides. Her thick, meaty pecs heaved up and down, the small sheen of sweat brought out the striations that were beginning to come to the surface. Her breasts were larger than my head looked as if they defied gravity. Her abs were bigger than pool balls and looked as hard as steel. Her thighs were larger than the tires of the light armored vehicles. Her knees were an afterthought as her calves exploded by two feet on either side of her shin.
She watched me look her over and when she saw me return to her arms, she flexed them hard into a double bicep pose. Her arms erupted with muscle. Her biceps started to show even more definition as the split in her bicep began to show. I could have sworn that her arms grew another inch or two. Her triceps matched the size of her bicep, as little striations began to appear on them. Her arms were larger than boulders, they defied description. My erection was now showing through my pants.
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