G.I. Jane

People have to be made to talk during war.  So, what's the best 
target to get a male to talk...You guessed it.  Hey, keep those 
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GI Jane
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It all started easy enough.  If anything is easy in this life.  I 
trained, worked hard, and competed in a man's world to prove I was 
worth being one of the Army's best.  I wanted to work special 
operations.  The military seems to have this hidden agenda, this 
inside tract type of data.  They seem to think if you fight, follow 
orders, and have dick, you're bound for military greatness.  Or, at 
least you're bound to make some general somewhere look good and have 
the ability to run for public office after he retires.  I worked 
hard.  I could fight with the best of them, and follow any order 
given.  The only problem was I didn't have a dick.  I'd had several 
of them in my life, but they were only the short-timers.  You know 
the type.  Simple-minded men who had one goal in mind, get the girl 
in bed and enter one of her three pleasure zones.  After I figured 
that out at fifteen, I had my first lesbian affair.  It wasn't 
anything spectacular like you read about in those stories.  It was 
simple, we kissed, rubbed each other, did a lot of moaning, and had 
a fifteen-year-old orgasm.  Shocked?  Well don't be.  You'd be 
surprised why so many girls play hide the bra in the ice box at 
those all night girl parties.

But like I said, I worked hard and as a result, I was assigned to a 
unit serving in the gulf war.  I served this country as a corporal 
running errands for this Colonel who only dreamed of being a horror 
fiction written.  You know the type, thick glasses, bur cut, doesn't 
smoke and carries a notepad to jot down any brilliant ideas which 
happen to enlighten themselves within his mind.  So here I was in 
the middle of a war carrying papers from the Colonel's office to the 
Major's office.  The major was a different sort of man.  He'd as 
soon walk into the enemy's headquarters and kill them all as to talk 
about peace.  And most importantly, the Major thought I should be 
out in combat.  Out in the field doing what I had been trained to 
do.

It was a regular day when I walked to the Major's office and found a 
guard waiting for me.  "I'm sorry.  You can't go in there right 
now."  He snapped as if his corporal strips out-ranked mine.

"I have documents for the Major from the Colonel's office.  I also 
have an order to deliver them directly to the major.  That does not 
count a door mat guard like yourself."  I snapped back at him.

He looked at the envelope I held, nodded, and replied a simple 
'command' to wait while he checked.  A moment later he returned.  
"You can go in now."

I entered the tent and stood at attention waiting to be 
acknowledged.  The Major stood with two other men and when he 
turned, I could see there was a third man, the enemy, tied in a 
chair.

I saluted and dropped my arm after the Major returned the salute.  
"Papers from the Colonel, sir."  I held out the envelope.
The Major began to read through them and glanced at me momentarily. 
 "This is good.  Why don't you stick around for a few minutes 
Corporal?  You'll learn something."  With that said, he turned back 
to the prisoner.

It was at this moment, I realized the prisoner was striped from the 
waist down.  He had muscled legs, most likely from running from us, 
and each of his legs were tied separately to the chair legs.   The 
chair had been cut out in a fashion which allowed his balls and sack 
to hang freely between the chair.

The Major looked to his interrupter,  "Tell him, if he doesn't give 
me the position of the enemy troops, I'm going to cut off his nuts."

I was taken back and keenly aware that this was not part of the 
Geneva Convention's rules of war.  The prisoner looked defiantly 
back at the Major.

Turning, the Major walked back to me.  "You know how these people 
view women don't you?"  I nodded.  "I tell you what.  He will likely 
let me cut his nuts clean off, but for you to do it, he'd consider 
it a disgrace.  In his book, you should only be seen, not heard.  
What do you say, want to cut off some nuts for Uncle Sam?"

For some reason, I felt a strange tingle run freely through my body. 
 It felt good, no, it felt damn good.  I looked at the prisoner and 
nodded to the Major.  He only smiled and turned back to the 
interrupter.

"Tell him if he doesn't tell me what I want to know now, this woman 
is going to cut his nuts off, cook them up, and feed them to the 
camp dog in front of him."

There was a new look now on the prisoners face.  I come to know that 
look, it was horror.  It was plain and simple horror.  He was 
terrified at the idea of a woman cutting his nuts off.  He started 
rambling off information like a weather channel in the middle of a 
hurricane.  The interperter turned off a small recording device when 
the man had finished and looked at the Major.

"We got it all sir.  We won't need him anymore."  With that he and 
the other man left the room.  I stood alone with the Major, and the 
prisoner.

"You've done well."  He smiled as he handed me a small curved knife. 
 "Now it's time to take a trophy from this war.  If you'd like, you 
can be in on some more of these interrogations in the future."

"Trophy?  Sir?" was all I could manage.  The prisoner was now 
violently shaking in his chair as I held the knife in my hand.

"His nuts Corporal.  You've earned it by being here for this.  I'll 
make sure you get involved in some more soon.  I personally have 
done at least five of these guys already."

"Sir, won't someone say something.  This will be reported.  It 
will…"

"Corporal, come here a moment."  With that he opened a locked 
footlocker and pulled out two plastic jars.  Inside a solution of 
some kind floated two sets of nuts and sacks.  I looked in the 
locker and saw three more containers.  He closed the locker, reached 
behind a box and handed me a container.

"Go on Corporal.  Get yourself a set of nuts."  He smiled, "Once you 
have some nuts, you'll never go back."

I stammered for only a moment before the Major ordered me to take 
the prisoners nuts.  The instant he said, "That's an order," the 
prisoner was doomed.

I instantly grabbed his sack, pulled it tight, and felt briefly to 
ensure I had both nuts trapped.  I did.  I looked up into the 
prisoners face, saw horror, and I pulled the curved knife clean 
through them.  He screamed so loud I was certain someone else would 
come running.  But no one did.

The Major helped me secure four more sets of nuts before we left the 
gulf.  I got out of the military and have never seen the Major 
since.  Since that time I have obtained a total of  thirteen sets of 
nuts.  I guess that thirteenth one just wasn't my lucky number.


"End recording" said the man in the black suit as he looked from the 
dark haired woman in the orange jumpsuit and then to her attorney.  
"Counsel.  Do you need time with your client?"

The man moved uncomfortably in his chair for a moment and looked at 
his client.  "No, I don't think that will be necessary.  We've 
decided to plead out, as we said before with this confession."

The city attorney, in his black suit leaned back.  "Miss, I hope you 
know how lucky you are.  If this went to jury, you might have been 
facing a long time in prison.  With our deal, you'll be out in less 
than two years and on parole for four.  I understand the military 
police have already picked up the Major.  Do you have anything else 
to say?"

The men began leaving the room as she stood up.  For a moment she 
paused, leaned over and whispered something in her attorney's ear.  
He seemed to turn pale for a moment and sat back down.  "Please take 
her away," he said.

After she was gone, the city attorney returned, looked at her 
counsel.  "You okay?  What the hell did she say to you."

The attorney looked up, and shook his head.  "It's probably client 
privilege."

"The hell with client privilege.  I'm done with this bitch.  So 
what'd she say?"
With shock still on his face, he flatly said, "She said she'll see 
me when she gets out, and are there any male guards at the prison."


The End


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