B.J.Jones the Story of My Life
Copyright© 2012 by jballs
Chapter 8
Ex-Military Sex Story: Chapter 8 - This is the story of the life of Roberta Josephine Jones. Shortened to BJ by her friends. From the battle fields Afghanistan with the Marines, loss of her life time friend, with flash backs to her wild youth. After the Marines she must find her way in the world. The early chapters of this story includes incest, les,rape and other adult themes. I plan for this to be a multi-part serial. This is my first attempt at writing. Much of the sex is in the early chapters changing to action and drama.
Caution: This Ex-Military Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Fa/Fa ft/ft Mult Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Nudism Slow
I spent the next two weeks in the psych ward. I must have seen and been interviewed by a dozen doctors. My primary doctor was Dr. Debra Rich. I spilled my guts. I told them everything and more. The slumber parties we girls had and the sex. I told them about the sex with Jake and Crystal. How Jake and I had an all night fuck fest two days before his wedding to Crystal.
I told them how mad I was when I found out Crystal was killed in an auto accident and I had missed the funeral. We had been on top-secret operations in the mountains of Afghanistan. That was four years ago and I still hadn't been able to go home to see him.
The docs gave me heavy drugs so I could sleep at night; I didn't dream, just knocked me out cold. After the daily sessions I did get to go to the gym so I could stay in shape. That seemed to help my spirits improve. Plus, not eating 4000 calorie meals twice a day made me feel more like a human again.
I expected my revelations about my relationship with Jake as a kid would cause problems, but Dr. Rich implied that incest was a lot wider spread than most people knew.
The real issue that came to life was the gang rape that happened while I was in Japan as part of my Asia tour. I was part of a security team assigned to low level diplomats at the embassy compound. There was a big party after a conference.
When the official functions was over, the Japanese sent over food and drinks. The drinks were laced with drugs. When I came to and coherent my arms were strapped to some kind of x shaped device. I had all kinds of clamps all over my breasts, nipples and clit. Some diplomat's wife - dressed in a leather outfit - was between my legs with her whole hand in my pussy, pounding the hell out of me and trying to get her other hand in my ass.
I had enjoyed anal with Jake as our sexual education grew, but shoving her fist up my ass was too much. The pain level soon took over and it was time to do something. I guess her helpers had left or thought I was still under the drugs. They hadn't tied my legs and their portable table wasn't very strong. I snapped my legs together and rolled my lower body trying to break her neck. She removed her hand from my pussy and tried to get out of my leg lock. She got free but was stunned and close enough that I was able to give her a solid kick with my foot, hitting her in the throat. She slammed hard up against the wall and fell into a pile.
My movements broke apart their stand. When her aids arrived to see what all the racket was I was standing over her getting ready to finish her off. They quickly carried her out but I could she was in a bad way and unresponsive.
All the diplomats tried to cover everything up and even refused to get me any kind of treatment. Less than four hours later I was on a flight to a new duty station in South Korea. The Front line on the DMZ.
Dr. Rich was furious that there had been that kind of cover up and thought that may have been a contributing factor in my current problem. But, I never thought about the incident again, other than an occasional wonder if I have killed that girl.
On the third week I was sent into a more general area and a semi-private room instead of a private room. The meds were reduced. Once I got my sanity back I became horny as hell. My roommate was a little younger and a little better looking than me. She had the hourglass figure that every woman dreamed of. Good hips, narrow waist and great tits. Her name was Dr. Shelly Moore; I think she was there to evaluate me to see if the dreams came back.
We both slept in just a marine issue tee-shirt and panties to be comfortable. We went to bed early and I fell right to sleep and started dreaming again. This time it was just me and Jake. Mom and Dad had gone to a charity affair of some kind and I needed to do some homework on a science project so I stayed home by myself. I had the project assembled on the kitchen table. It was spring and was warm so I was in an old pair or shorts and raggedy tee-shirt with no bra. I was filling out nicely and was a little proud of them. I was going through the presentation with my imaginary audience when Jake came home.